“Dance with me, baby. That’s an order,” I purred.
I caught her hand and twirled her beneath my arm, making her cape whirl out around her as she laughed in surprise before she could help it. I stopped spinning her and yanked her back to my front as I started moving to the music, guiding her body to stay with mine as our hips locked together and she ground her ass back against my dick as she gave in.
Raise Hell by Dorothy blasted out of the speakers and I ran my mouth down the side of her neck as she reached over her shoulder and gripped the back of my head to pull me closer. I was hard as stone as she rubbed her ass against me and I knew she’d decided to play a game of her own, wanting me to be the one to beg instead, probably planning to turn me away at the end of the party with my balls aching. But that little black bikini was thin enough for me to see her hardened nipples pressing through it and the rise and fall of her breaths as she panted with more and more need the longer we danced. We might have both been playing a game, but it was clear that nothing between our flesh was faked.
Blake appeared among the bodies, his heated gaze lighting as he spotted us together and I jerked my chin at him to beckon him closer.
He moved in front of us and I pressed forward until Tatum was caged between our bodies, one hand still fisted in my hair over her shoulder while she rested the other on Blake’s chest like she meant to push him away while I drew him in. And though her fingers curled against his skin so that she was digging her nails into his flesh, she made no real attempt to push him back.
“See, baby?” I murmured as we pressed even closer together and Blake’s hands wound around her narrow waist as he ground against her too. “You can handle two of us.”
“You’re deluded,” she breathed, but it sounded like she liked that idea despite her best efforts to hide it. “Fucking crazy if you seriously think I’d want the two of you after everything.”
“All the best people are at least a little crazy,” I replied, ignoring the rest because I would have bet my grandmother’s soul that she was as wet for us as I was hard for her right now. Although as my grandmother was a fucking dick who most definitely resided in hell, I guessed that didn’t count for much.
Punch appeared with a bottle of Jack Daniels for me even though he didn’t have to anymore and I smirked at him in thanks as I accepted it.
“I forgot,” I explained to him but he waved off my words with a smile, seeming happy enough to be allowed to party without worrying about taking offence at fetching me a drink.
“Where’s mine?” Blake asked irritably, looking around for an Unspeakable.
“Here,” I pressed my bottle to his lips while keeping Tatum crushed between us as we continued to move to the music. Watch Me by The Phantoms was playing now and we ground together to the heavy beat.
She watched him swallow again and again with her own tongue sweeping out to wet her lips. I moved the bottle to her mouth next and she leaned back against my chest, looking up at me as she drank. When she’d had enough, I lifted the bottle to my own lips and finished the rest.
“See, baby? Things are better when you share them,” I purred, tossing the bottle to Bait as he walked by. It thumped into his chest hard enough to bruise and his eyes flashed with rage for a moment within that white mask before he scooped the bottle up out of the sand and scurried away. If he didn’t watch himself, I’d be beating that defiant look out of his eyes by the end of the night. Lucky for him, the girl in my arms was more tempting right now.
“Are you ever going to drop this sordid fantasy?” Tatum asked breathlessly, aiming for a pissed off tone and landing on a seductive one instead.
“We could head back to The Temple and try it out for real. If you don’t like it then I’ll drop the idea,” I said and Blake laughed. He wasn’t pushing for it, but it didn’t seem like he was against it either.
“Not gonna happen,” she muttered.
“Your loss, baby.”
The music abruptly cut off and Saint climbed back up onto his apple crate with a savage smile in place on his lips which I knew spelled trouble.
I turned Tatum to face him and Blake moved to stand beside us as we waited to see what new game was afoot. I kept her back pressed to my front with a possessive arm around her waist and she didn’t even try and shove away from me, drawing a smirk to my lips. I wondered if she could feel herself caving to my desires or if she was still in denial over them.
“I’ve heard there’s something of a toilet paper shortage!” Saint called in a strong voice which carried over the crackle of the bonfire and the lap of waves against the shore. “And luckily, I managed to stock up, so I thought I’d be generous and let you all have the opportunity to earn a few rolls.”
“How?” I shouted, wondering what cruel and wonderful torture he’d concocted for the masses.
“Simple,” Saint said and that evil little asshole look in his eyes was more than enough to let me know it would be anything but. “All you have to do is survive the Wiping Trials!”
I burst out laughing as several other people did too, while even more of them frowned in confusion.
“What’s that supposed to be?” Pearl Devickers shouted out, her hungry gaze raking over the crate of toilet paper like it was a box of dildos and she was hornier than a cobbler with a foot fetish.
“I’ve created an obstacle course, all you have to do is complete it and you get a roll. But I warn you - it’s difficult as fuck.” Saint smiled like a serpent and Blake started bouncing on the tips of his toes like the idea of this challenge might just make him come in his pants. “So who thinks they’ve got what it takes to make it?”
“I’m gonna fucking smash this,” Blake announced and I rolled my eyes at him.
A cheer went up from the crowd and Saint beckoned them closer, drawing their attention to a sprawl of flaming branches he’d pulled from the fire and laid out across the pebbles as the first obstacle.
I strode through the crowd and drew Tatum to take up position by Saint’s side as a queue began to form.
“You’ve got to run across burning branches – bare foot of course,” Saint began. “Then a swim out to that buoy a few hundred meters into the lake. There’s a tree climb, a mud crawl, a wall vault and more hellish fuckery besides. The Unspeakables are waiting along the course to point you in the right direction and it’s basically one big circle of hell which will deliver you back here. The only catch is you’ve gotta make it back within half an hour if you wanna win a roll of TP. So who thinks they can do it?”
I laughed darkly. No doubt the course would be damn near impossible to finish in that time, but there was already a crowd of assholes surging forward to give it a try.
Unsurprisingly, Blake shoved his way through the crowd to take part too. We were drowning in fucking toilet paper back at The Temple, but he couldn’t give up the opportunity to win at something. Especially when there were this many people to cheer him on. Hell, if he won, which I’d bet good money he would, he’d probably display that fucking roll of toilet paper alongside his trophies in pride of place.
To my amusement, Monroe stepped forward too, tossing his cape off as he gave Blake a challenging smirk. If he beat him, Blake would pout like a little bitch for at least a week. And I would really fucking enjoy that.
The crowd of students gathered around, cheering excitedly as Saint slipped between them, ready to start the race.
Tatum made a move to follow him but I caught her hand, tugging her back instead.
She turned to look up at me with a confused frown and I smirked at her as I backed up, pulling her along as we skirted the blazing bonfire and made it to the towering Sacred Stone.
“What are you doing?” she asked, glancing back over her shoulder just as Saint cried out for the race to begin.
“Everyone’s busy over there,” I explained, drawing her behind the stone and pressing her back against it as I leaned in so close that her sweet scent of vanilla honey blossom overwhelmed me for a moment. No one ha
d ever touched this stone before her. No one even thought about trying it. The legend that went with it was too terrifying. And something about that made the lump of rock hum with a power so potent that I could almost feel it in the air. It really was sacred. And I wanted to defile it real good.
“So you thought you’d just take the opportunity to get me alone?” She arched an eyebrow at me like I was kidding myself with my confidence, but I was pretty fucking sure I wasn’t.
“Yeah.”
“I’m leaving,” she snapped, shoving me so that she could get past, but I just caught her and pressed her back against the stone once more.
“Just give me a moment to explain,” I growled. “And I promise if you’re not interested in what I’ve got to say then you can punish me for wasting your time. Hit me again, choke me out – you can even wrap your thighs around my face to do it-”
“Stop that!” she insisted.
“I will if you hear me out.” I gave her the puppy dog eyes but in all honesty I doubted I could pull them off. Innocent was never going to sit right on my features.
“Fine,” she huffed.
“I just want you to understand what this bond between us means for me,” I said slowly, leaning in until I was surrounding her with the breadth of my body and she was pressing her palms to the stone behind her like she was fighting the urge to touch me. Or punch me. And I was cool with either option.
“And that is?”
“It means that you’re mine. That you belong to me and I’m responsible for you. I’ll come running if you’re in danger and kill a hundred assholes if they ever seek to hurt you. I’d paint myself in blood for you and carve my soul apart just to lay it at your feet. This crown you’re wearing means something to me.”
“What?” she breathed as some of the tension eased from her limbs and her gaze focused on mine like she was hungry for my answer. Like she was desperate to understand why I’d wanted this bond between us when she so clearly hadn’t. And I was happy enough to give her my answer.
“It means that you’re my queen, my goddess, my idol. It means I want to be your sword, your fists, your darkness. I want to kneel at your feet and worship you. I want to take your body and fill it with pleasure so blinding you can’t even breathe through it. I want to make you call out my name in the dark and know that no matter how bad things get, I’ll always come for you.”
“Kyan…” She frowned at me like she didn’t know what to make of my declarations and I reached out with my free hand to grasp her waist, my thumb circling her hip bone and drawing a breathy sigh from her.
“Let me worship you, baby,” I growled, licking my bottom lip slowly and revelling in the way her eyes chased the movement.
“It’s against the rules,” she pointed out, but she wasn’t trying to escape anymore.
“Mmm…I need to ask you a few questions about your rules,” I said, shifting closer to her as my thumb continued to circle her hip bone and her back arched into the movement just a little, betraying her body’s reaction to me.
“I think they’re pretty clear,” Tatum breathed, her gaze slipping to my mouth for the briefest of moments and I smirked at her knowingly.
“Not really. The no kissing rule for example…” I said in a low voice, moving so close that my lips almost brushed hers as I spoke. “I understand that means I can’t have your lips. But what if I’m the only one doing the kissing?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, her chest rising and falling deeply between us.
I leaned in but tilted my head so that my mouth landed on her jaw instead of her lips, my stubble grazing against her silky skin and making her shiver.
“Is this breaking the rules?” I breathed.
I skimmed my mouth along her jaw, finding the achingly soft patch of skin just beneath her ear and running my tongue over it. She arched her back, inhaling sharply as her breasts brushed my chest and I growled beneath my breath before biting down on that same place, drawing a moan of surprise and excitement from her.
“You didn’t answer me, baby,” I pushed.
“No,” she panted. “That doesn’t break the rules.”
“Mmm,” I groaned as I moved my mouth down her neck, tasting her skin as my cock swelled within my jeans with a desperate need for her.
She’d gone far beyond being my temptation and had become my obsession. I couldn’t even lie to myself about it anymore and I didn’t want to. She was sin embodied and I wanted to pledge my blackened soul to her and let her burn it if she wished. I didn’t really care. So long as I was close to her like this. So long as I could claim some piece of her as mine.
“And you said I can’t touch you while we’re sharing a bed, but I’m guessing I can touch you right now…” I traced my fingertips down her sides and she arched into me again, panting even more heavily as her hands landed on my biceps. But instead of pushing me off, she was pulling me closer.
“Yes,” she replied, giving up any pretence of trying to send me away. “You can touch me now.”
The sound of the rest of the party goers cheering on the race was muted beyond the huge stone and the bonfire and it almost seemed like we were all alone out here. But not quite. There was still a good chance we could be caught, but the thought of that only turned me on more.
My hands made it to the strings securing her black bikini bottoms in place and I slowly threaded my fingers beneath them, sliding them over her hips and closer to the centre of her with each passing second.
She moaned hungrily as I moved my hands down slowly, delving beneath the material until I was almost touching her clit before pulling back out again.
“But no foreplay, right?” I murmured, leaning back so that I could look into her blue eyes in the moonlight.
“I…no,” she agreed, but she didn’t sound so sure and she was definitely panting.
“And what exactly counts as foreplay?” I asked, my fingers slipping back and forth just beneath the top edge of her bikini bottoms.
“You can’t touch me beneath my underwear,” she said, trying to sound firm, but the wanton look in her eyes was seriously undermining her point. “And I can’t touch you beneath yours.”
“At least not unless we decide to break the rules,” I added, lifting my hand so that I could clasp the swell of her breast in my grip, rolling my thumb over her hardened nipple with the thin barrier of her bikini still in place. “I’ll do it if you beg,” I added. “And I’ll take whatever punishment you see fit tomorrow.”
“You’re the one who will be begging,” she growled, her hand shifting between us until she was gripping my dick through my jeans.
I grunted as she curled her fingers around the solid length of me and began to rub me through the rough material.
“Christ, your dick is as big as your ego. No wonder you think so much of yourself,” she muttered and I laughed before dipping my head and licking along the line of her bikini top, tasting her skin.
“I told you I could fuck you until you couldn’t think straight,” I purred. “And I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
“I thought you didn’t screw girls from school?” she teased.
“I don’t. I’m not offering to fuck you, just telling you what would happen if I did.”
“Asshole,” she gritted out, squeezing my dick and making me grunt.
“I am,” I agreed. “That’s why you hate me. And why you want me. Because you’re just a fucked up little thing like me.”
I dropped to my knees before her and she gasped in surprise as she looked down at me.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Making you beg,” I replied cockily, lifting her foot from the ground and slipping her sandal off before pressing my lips to the delicate skin beneath her ankle bone.
I knew every pressure point on her body where the nerve endings delivered the most delicious sensations and the most brutal slices of pain and exactly how to manipulate them into delivering either.
“No chance,” s
he replied, but she was practically moaning already. I had her and she knew it, she just didn’t want to admit it yet.
The cheers of the crowd were growing more distant as they followed the race, but I could still hear plenty of students partying right on the other side of the Sacred Stone. A dark piece of me wanted them to catch us, wanted them to see what I could do to her, and the excitement that thrummed through my body at the idea of it was making the darkness in me stir with need.
Tatum moaned as my mouth made it to the underside of her knee and the moment that noise escaped her, I bit down hard enough to mark her skin with my teeth.
She hissed like a cat, trying to yank her leg away but I was already kissing the sting better, making her moan even louder as the mixture of pain and pleasure built her lust like I’d hoped it would.
“I wanna hear you curse my name, baby,” I purred, running my tongue up the inside of her thigh until the white feathers hanging from her bikini bottoms tickled my face.
She tried to shift forward, but I caught her other hip in my hand and pressed her back against the stone firmly.
“Kyan, I don’t think we should do this,” she breathed, but her hand landed on my head and she tugged me closer to her in contrast to her words. “You’ll only hurt me again tomorrow.”
“I’m never going to be a good man,” I said between kisses as I moved further up her thigh, the feathers parting over my head to let me through. “I hurt people and destroy pretty things, I’m not going to pretend that you wouldn’t be better off without me. But I’m too selfish to keep away from something I want. Especially when I hunger for it the way I do for you. You’ve already got me on my knees, so if you want to use me then use me. You can chew me up and spit me right back out if you want to. I just want a taste of heaven before I’m cast back into hell.” I pressed my mouth down on her clit over her bikini bottoms with a groan of longing and she moaned too.
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