A moan escapes from my lips, my eyelids fluttering lazily open as pleasure unfurls in my core.
“Loki,” I breathe, looking down between my parted thighs, and just making out the glint of his auburn hair in the sunlight filtering around the edges of the curtains.
“Shhh,” he shushes me, his breath fanning out onto my inner lips, causing a shiver to cascade over me. “You’re interrupting my birthday breakfast.”
I can feel his smile against my pussy as I groan aloud, grabbing his hair in my fist and bringing his head closer to my dripping centre. Vaguely, I can hear Birthday Sex by Jeremih playing in the background, an amused smile drawing my lips up.
He decides that he really is hungry and eats me out with gusto, ruining me with his tongue. His hands pin my hips down as I begin to buck against his face uncontrollably, my moans growing louder and my nails raking his scalp.
“I see Loki’s starting to celebrate already,” Jax whispers in my ear, his voice all kinds of husky as his hand palms one of my naked breasts, squeezing it and adding a layer of exquisite pain that has me writhing more. “Care to share, brother?”
“Fine,” Loki grumbles, leaving me hanging on the precipice, panting and needy as he pulls away. “On your side, Pretty Girl.”
Loki gets to his knees and helps me to turn so my back is to Jax’s front, the sound of a condom wrapper being opened behind me before my leg is pulled over Jax’s hip. A long low moan leaves my lips as Jax pushes inside me, stretching my lower lips with a slight burn, but finding no resistance thanks to Loki’s ministrations. I must admit, I’m liking the way he keeps waking me up!
“Fuck, baby,” Jax hisses in my ear, pulling me close by wrapping his hand around my neck from behind. “You take all of me so fucking well.”
Then he starts to move, causing fine tremors to wrack through my body at the delicious intrusion. I look up with hooded eyes to see Loki staring at us, his own dick gripped tightly in his fist as he watches Jax’s cock disappear inside of me.
His eyes flick up and catch mine. “You up for a birthday sixty-nine, Pretty Girl?” he asks, his wide grin clear in the semi darkness.
“Yes,” I murmur, uncaring that my throat is still a little sore from last night and the pounding that Jax, Kai, and Ash gave it.
Slowly, Loki leans over me, grabbing my lower jaw in his hand and turning my face so that I’m looking up at the ceiling. The pad of his thumb pulls my lower lip down, encouraging me to open my mouth. Hovering his lips over my now open mouth, I see his jaw working, then a long line of spit leaves his mouth and lands on my tongue. I can taste my own musk, although he won’t let me close my mouth, holding it open.
“Don’t swallow… yet,” he instructs, his voice deep and full of decadent sin. My nipples harden, the pleasure from his naughty action and words adding to that of Jax’s huge dick spearing me from behind.
I keep my mouth open, his saliva sitting on my tongue as he gets into position, lying on his side and lining up his hard member with my parted lips. One of my hands grips the base of him, helping to guide his length to my mouth. With my other hand, I reach between his legs, grabbing his balls and massaging them as I play with his piercing using my tongue.
“Shit, baby,” he groans, pausing as he enjoys the pleasure that I’m clearly giving him. “Best fucking birthday breakfast.”
My eyes close as his warm tongue alights on my clit, sparks flying from the connection as Jax keeps up his steady thrusting, the combination of them both making me moan around Loki’s length. Loki picks up the pace as does Jax, working so perfectly together as they fuck the living shit out of me.
Suddenly, Jax stills, shudders, then resumes with renewed vigour, pounding into me. “Dude, what the ever-loving fuck?” he groans out, burying his face into my neck and nibbling it, his hand tightening around my throat, though not enough to cut off my air supply.
“I didn’t want to end up with a black fucking eye from your massive balls,” Loki replies, his breath tickling my clit. “Feels good though, huh?” And I can tell he’s wearing a shit eating grin.
“Fuck off,” Jax grumbles, but he doesn’t stop so whatever Loki is doing to him, fondling his balls by the sound of it, he doesn’t seem too bothered by it. In fact, it seems to spur him on, as he starts to fuck me hard, just like I love.
His punishing pace puts me off my rhythm with my birthday blowie, but Loki takes up the slack, fucking my mouth so that all I need to do is open up and give him access.
“Shit, I can feel you in her throat,” Jax hisses, his hand tightening as Loki enters my throat, then withdraws. I move my hand from his base, allowing him to thrust his whole length inside.
I can only moan and keen as they fuck both my ends in tandem, somehow finding a matching rhythm. Their thrusts start to grow frantic just as a fire lights in my core, spreading throughout my entire body until I’m blinded by it, screaming around Loki’s cock and clamping down around Jax’s.
They both give one final hard thrust, filling me utterly and completely as they find their own climaxes with growls. My whole body turns to jelly as I come down from the highest peak, gasping as Loki pulls out of my mouth, leaving a trail of cum on my tongue.
He flops onto his back, panting, as Jax pulls out from my still pulsing pussy, and falls onto his back too. I let out a raspy breath, my own chest heaving, a film of sweat covering my body.
“Shit, Baby Girl,” Jax rumbles, his own breathing laboured.
“Best birthday wake-up ever,” Loki says with a chuckle.
I bite my ruby painted lips, and look in the mirror as I finish putting my hair up in an elegant low bun, leaving some tendrils down. A sigh leaves my lips as my hand lowers, the last pin finally in place.
We had a wonderful day in our dorm, celebrating Loki’s eighteenth birthday exactly as he asked; watching nineties films on the sofas, eating junk food, and generally hiding away from everyone and everything. I gave him the retro Chilli Peppers t-shirt that I’d ordered, which he put on straight away, looking fucking edible in the faded red cotton.
“Loki will be pleased that you dressed to match his eyes,” Ash tells me from the doorway, and I look into the mirror to see him leaning against the frame, dressed in black tie. God, he’s gorgeous.
He’s right, I’m wearing a nineteen-thirties emerald silk dress that is the exact green of Loki’s eyes. The top part is fairly loose, skimming over my bust, with thin silk straps that come up over my shoulders, and falling all the way to my waist in the back, leaving my entire back exposed. There’s a fitted silk waistband that wraps around me, making my waist appear smaller than it actually is. The skirt flows around me like water when I move, the front slightly higher than the back which touches the ground.
I watch as Ash stalks into the room, a predatory gleam in his eyes, and I’m reminded of the night Loki did the same. The night that I was forced to get engaged to Ash. I frown at the memory.
“You look too beautiful to be frowning, my love,” he whispers once he reaches me, his fingers trailing down my spine. My nipples pebble at the touch, a sigh escaping my lips.
“I hate this,” I whisper back, meaning it. I hate the forced situation, the fact that it’s tainted something that should be so beautiful. I hate that Loki isn’t here on his birthday because he’s having to escort his fiancée, an engagement that he’s been pushed into, to the Valentine’s Ball.
“I know,” he replies, his own brow marred with a frown. He heaves a sigh. “Time to go, Princess.”
I turn to face him, looking up into those unfathomable grey orbs.
“For what it’s worth,” I begin, gazing deeply into the depths of his eyes, my soul trying to touch his. “A part of me loves the fact that I will be your wife.”
I watch as his nostrils flare, a roaring fire flaring in his eyes, his hand alighting on my hip and pulling me closer.
“All of me loves the fact that you will be my wife,” he responds huskily, his grip tightening. “Loves that I’ll have you in a way they won’t.” And he takes a deep, pained breath, closing his eyes for a moment. I know he feels the same guilt that I do, the guilt that comes from liking this situation, even though it’s been forced upon us.
“You ready, Baby Girl?” Jax says, striding into the room, pausing as he looks between us, clearly feeling the tension in the room.
I heave a sigh of my own, turning to face him and giving him a weak smile. He, like Ash, is wearing black tie and looks devastating.
“Yes,” I reply, taking a step forward. Ash’s hand falls from my hip as Jax holds his out for me to take.
“I might as well make the most of it,” he tells me as we exit the room.
“What?” I ask, my eyebrows dipping as I turn to look at him briefly as we head down the stairs.
“Once we leave this dorm, we can’t touch you, or be overly familiar with you,” Kai says, waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs.
“Oh, yeah. I’d forgotten,” I reply in a quiet voice, biting my lower lip.
We descend into a weighty silence, no one quite knowing what to say.
“Come on, we may as well get this over with,” Ash suddenly says, taking my hand and pulling me to the door. “The sooner we get there, the sooner we can come home.”
We follow him, as we always do, squaring our shoulders as if we’re all going into battle. I suppose, in a small way, we are. We don’t know how much our movements are being watched and reported back. Clearly, some are if Julian’s knowledge of my love life is anything to go by.
Chin up, shoulders back, Lilly.
Let’s show them that we’re made of sterner stuff than they think.
Like the Halloween party, there are doormen waiting to let us into the ballroom. Unlike the Halloween party, they are dressed in tuxedos with no scary makeup. They open the double wooden doors with a flourish, and my breath leaves me in a gasp, my eyes widening at the sight before me.
The room has once again been transformed. Huge bouquets of red roses sit atop white-covered tables, red petals strewn across the surface of them, and golden chairs tied with red organza bows seated around them. One wall looks to be entirely covered in red roses, real, not fake, and all above the huge buffet table are hanging branches dripping with pink and red flowers, and glass globes with flickering candles inside.
“They really do not scrimp on this shit, huh?” I say aloud as we walk down the small set of steps and head towards a table in the front.
“You’re only just realising this, Princess?” Ash scoffs, and I scowl at him, earning myself a chuckle. Dickbucket!
He pulls out my chair, pushing it in as I sit down, then calls over one of the waiting staff who’s holding a tray of Rosé champagne. Jax sits down next to me, a huge plate of food in front of him.
“I see your appetite has returned,” I tease, and the small tilt of his lips causes butterflies to erupt in my stomach.
“Here,” Kai says softly, laying a plate in front of me with a selection of some yummy looking foods.
“Thanks,” I say, looking up and catching his amber eyes. He looks uncomfortable, which isn’t unusual for him in these kinds of social situations. I can still see the darkness lurking in the depth of his amber orbs, the tight lines around his eyes giving away the strain that he’s currently under. I just wish he was able to share his burden, knowing that it’s what he needs to exorcise his demons. Otherwise, they just fester, eating away at your soul until nothing is left but desperation and the pitch-black of loneliness.
A hyena’s laugh jerks me from my thoughts, and I clench my jaw when I see Amber the Cuntmuffin leading Loki to the dance floor. I’m staring so intently at them that I don’t even know what song is playing, and if looks could kill, she’d be a pile of ashes and fake lashes on the floor.
Loki’s whole body is tight when she starts grinding up on him, her skinny arse almost falling out of her dress, it’s that short. I’m all for people wearing what they want, freedom of expression and all that, but what she wears is barely more than underwear and just reeks of desperation.
“Princess,” Ash warns under his breath, and I take a steadying inhale, trying to relax my tense shoulders.
“Lilly!” I hear Willow call, and turning my head I see her striding towards me whilst pulling a guy by his hand.
She looks stunning in a dress the same blue as her eyes, the shape a simple, elegant fitted bodice with a flared skirt that ends just past her knee.
“Hey, Willow. You look beautiful,” I tell her, getting up to give her a hug. We’ve become close over the past few weeks, and it made me realise how much I was missing having a girlfriend.
“So do you!” she exclaims, giving me an appreciative once-over once we pull apart. “Oh, this is Ben.” She indicates the guy standing behind her.
He’s cute, in an All-American kind of way, all thick brown hair and sparkling white teeth.
“Hey,” he says, flashing a smile, which dims a little as Ash gets up to stand next to me, no doubt scowling. “Ah, h–hi, man.”
Ash remains silent, fucking rude twatwaffle that he is until I elbow him in the ribs.
“Hello, Ben,” he drawls in that low voice of his, and whilst it makes me shiver, poor Ben visibly swallows. I roll my eyes.
“Don’t mind him, Ben. He was hit with the arsehole stick on the way up from Hell,” I tell him, watching as his eyes widen, flicker to Ash, and then look back at Willow, who’s positively shaking with repressed laughter.
“You’ll pay for that later, Princess,” Ash whispers in my ear, his tone dark.
Oh, I fucking hope so.
“Uh, I–I’ll go get some drinks,” Ben squeaks out, practically tripping in his haste to get away.
Willow sighs. “Did you have to scare him off?” she asks Ash, hands on her hips as she scowls at him. I love her even more for the fact that she’s not afraid to call Ash out on his shit too.
“If he was any good, he wouldn’t have been scared off,” Jax says behind us, and Willow gapes at him.
“Hang on a fuck, you speak?” she exclaims, her hand on her chest and her big eyes even wider with her fake sarcasm.
I hear a bark of Jax’s laughter, which really does shock Willow if her ‘what the fuck’ look is anything to go by. I turn, planning on taking my seat again when I catch sight of Amber pawing at Loki like he’s a fucking dog toy.
Oh, I’m gonna cut a bitch.
“Excuse me,” I mumble, and without pausing to think through what I am doing, I march over to the DJ and demand the next song. There must be something crazed in my eyes because he nods, his eyes wide and palms held up in a placating gesture.
I set my sights on Amber, still fawning over a stock-still Loki. He catches my gaze as the opening beats of The Boy is Mine by Liv Lovelle come over the speakers, and his eyes go wide as I walk right up to them, invading their personal space.
Amber turns round, presumably to see what Loki is staring at, a smug as fuck grin coming over her lips when she sees me standing there. Unfortunately for her, Liv begins to sing and I mouth along, holding her increasingly narrow glower as the lyrics start to sink in. I start to dance, gyrating up against her, touching her with dismissive gestures as I successfully manoeuvre myself so that I’m standing in between her and Loki.
I keep my eyes locked on hers, continuing to sing along as I start to grind my arse into Loki, his hands coming up instinctively to my waist, even as he leans down to whisper in my ear.
“What are you doing, Pretty Girl?” His words end on a groan as I move my body so that I’m rubbing up against the bulge in his trousers that is now very prominent. “Fuck, you are going to get us in a shitload of trouble, baby,” he rasps, pulling me closer, his hands tightening their grip on me.
Amber’s face is as red as the roses that surround us as she notes the move, standing there watching as her fiancé basically dry humps me on the dance floor.
“Get your dirty whore hands off of him!” she screeches, taking a menacing step towards me, fake nails ready to claw my eyes out.
“Touch her and I’ll fucking kill you,” Loki growls out, continuing to dance with me, his words and the venom of his tone halting Amber in her tracks.
“B–but, you’re mine!” she wails, angry tears filling her eyes. “We’re engaged!”
“Oh, honey,” I reply, my voice sickly sweet as my hand comes up into Loki’s hair, pulling his face down into my neck. He places a kiss there, a small moan leaving my smirking lips as the spot tingles. “He will never be yours.”
She stamps her foot, literally stamps it like a three year old, then spins on her shiny Louboutins, and storms from the room.
“Are you quite finished fucking my fiancée on the dance floor?” Ash’s voice drawls from the side of us, and I turn my head to take in his posture of boredom. I’d believe it too if it weren’t for the way his grey eyes spit with anger.
Whoops.
“Told you, baby,” Loki sighs, placing one final kiss on my shoulder before straightening up, but not stepping back.
My eyes narrow on Ash, my body flushing hot.
“Fuck Black Knight Corp.,” I hiss, loud enough for him to hear but no one else. Both Ash’s brows raise at my ire. “And fuck Julian cuntish Vanderbilt.”
I spin, slamming my lips on Loki’s as my hands tangle in his silky hair. He remains still for a millisecond, clearly in shock. Then with a deep, panty melting groan, he kisses me back, pulling me closer with a firm grip on my arse. I vaguely hear gasps from those that surround us, but I’ve no more fucks to give. Unless, of course, it’s with my guys.
Although I long to give into Loki’s demanding kiss, I break away, panting and trembling with a heady mix of lust and anger. Turning back, I find Ash still standing there. He looks less angry, a softness to his face, even though there’s a tightness about his shoulders that tells me he’s worried.
Stepping away from Loki, I step into Ash, cupping his face with my palm and bringing him down to my lips. He comes readily, his lips meeting mine in a kiss full of tenderness, and understanding. There’s definitely another gasp from our audience— are we in some kind of teen movie?— but like before, it’s hardly on my radar as he destroys me with his soul aching kiss. It’s sweet, and beautiful, like the sun on your face after a long cold winter, and I bask in it.
Unwillingly pulling back, I look past him to see that Kai and Jax have joined us, encircling us in their protection with heat in their eyes. I step away from Ash, and Jax steps towards me.
“Fuck Black Knight,” he says, his voice fierce, his blue eyes wild and piercing. He grabs me around the waist, pulling me roughly towards him so that I fall into his huge chest.
His lips smash onto mine, his tongue demanding entry like this is a declaration of war. And it is. I will no longer be under Julian’s rule. I’ll marry Ash, because aside from the fact that a part of me really fucking wants to, it makes sense just in case anything does happen to me. I want to make sure that my control over the company goes to them so that they can continue to work towards overthrowing the current regime.
But I will no longer let anyone tell me what I can and can’t do. Jax breaks the kiss as abruptly as he started it, proud approval shining in his eyes. I turn to face Kai, who has come up behind me, when a loud crack lands on my arse, the pain making me gasp alongside the rest of the students who are staring at us with eyes hungry for a scandal. Bloody caveman.
“Lilly, darling,” Kai murmurs, holding me captive in his honey brown eyes as he steps into me, his hands coming up to cup my face tenderly. My own rest on his chest, relishing in the fact that I can feel his thundering heart through the silk of his suit jacket. “You are our queen, and we are your loyal knights, ready to go into battle on your behalf and bathe in the blood of our enemies,” he tells me, his eyes boring into mine as he speaks of war like a love declaration.
His full lips lower, pressing onto mine as he holds my face, and my world rocks and tips under his caress. He worships me with his kiss, his tongue tasting like champagne and victory, or a war already won. The rest of the room fades away as we embrace. The music, the decorations, and other students become nothing more than a memory as our lips move together.
Reluctantly we part, taking a final breath of each other before separating. I look round at them, my Knights in tarnished armour, and my soul cries with joy at having found our mates. They look fierce, dressed to the nines in their black suits and bow ties, with matching expressions of determination on their breathtakingly handsome faces.
My gaze moves out into the room, seeing many have their phones out, no doubt recording this latest scandal to upload as soon as we leave. I stare into one device, my jaw set and shoulders back.
“The Black Knights are mine,” I declare, my war cry carrying out across the suddenly quiet room as one song finishes. “Try to take them away from me at your peril.”
My message isn’t for the viewers of TikTok, or Instagram, but for Julian Vanderbilt himself. I know that he has eyes everywhere, and is watching our every move. I want him to know that he’s no longer calling all the shots.
“Let’s go,” I say to the guys, who continue to surround me as we start to make our way out of the ballroom.
“Lilly!” I hear just as we reach the top of the steps. Willow rushes towards me. “Aside from the fact that that was fucking awesome, even if I’m not sure why it was necessary,” she says, and I flush knowing that there is so much that I can’t tell her yet, if ever. “You left your purse at mine yesterday.”
I frown, not recalling having even been at hers yesterday as she hands me a small green silk purse, long and thin. She gives me a look, and like a camera zooming in, it comes back to me. The pregnancy test. Clutching the small bag, feeling the hard edges of the box inside, I throw my arms around her in a tight hug.
“Thank you,” I murmur in her ear. She hugs me back just as tight.
“What are BFFs for huh? Good luck, babe.”
My heart pounds as I let her go, turning to resume walking out of the doors which open as we approach. Dread swirls in my stomach, alongside fluttering butterflies, my thoughts swirling like a vortex.
Did I just fuck up declaring war on Julian? Will he retaliate? What happens next?
But a burning question rises above all the others, repeating in my head until it’s all that I can think about.
What if I’m pregnant?
