by Rachel Angel
The heat was soaring, and every nerve ending was crying out for release. Each pounding hit my clit hard up and down in frenzied fury.
“Ohh Hunter, Oh…” I was moaning loudly now. Who knew I would turn into a screamer?
He got up and flipped me on my side and lifted one leg up as he continued his frenzy non-stop thrusting. I couldn’t stand it any longer. The pleasure, the tension, the gritty raw connection all swirled up into a combustion of heat. With one final deep and long thrust to the back of me, I exploded along with Hunter’s climax as he fell on top of me in exhaustion.
We laid there for a while, spent and sweaty.
Then Hunter turned to me. “We’re not done yet, Tempest.” He rolled over to face me, bracing his arms on the ground around my head and kissed me hard on my mouth, then gently opened my mouth with his hot tongue. He licked me and said. “Suck my tongue hard.”
I sucked on his tongue so hard he was groaning. He moved his tongue in and out of my mouth, mouth-fucking me until I was moaning for release. He spanked me and I came into his hand.
When we finally emerged from the music room, it was close to midnight, hours after I was pulled into the room to hide. Veronica and her cronies were nowhere in sight.
“They did something to my room,” I said to Hunter.
“If she’s wandering the hallways shooting a gun, I think she may have planted a bomb in your room,” Hunter said.
My eyes flew wide open. “Are you kidding? How nuts is that?”
“Told you she is evil,” Hunter said.
“That’s just plain crazy,” I said.
“You should have seen what she did to a girl who Kaz looked at with some interest a few years ago.”
“What did she do?”
“She triggered the Black Envelope. Sent it to the girl.”
“Black Envelope?”
“A Kingsbury tradition which started in World War Two times. Back then because of the war, there were bitter rivalries and fights at Kingsbury which reflected the world outside. The King of Kingsbury student body created the Black Envelope tradition so he could weed out Hitler sympathizers to keep Kingsbury safe. It worked. Kingsbury went on to become a secret weapon in world politics.”
We were headed towards Kaz’s house.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Kaz’s,” Hunter said. “Aren’t you staying there now? You shouldn’t try going to your dorm room right now. It’s dangerous.”
“Kaz and I…” I began. “We had a falling out.”
Hunter’s lips pursed. “I see. Did he try to do anything to you?”
“No, he was very hospitable, but why did he triggered all the bullying that happened to me early on? It was his decree to flush me out even before I got here.”
Hunter stopped walking. “We all didn’t know crazy batty shit was going to happen. We thought easy stupid pranks. Not meat grinders and now bombs. It scared Kaz when he heard what happened to you, especially with the boys. We are losing control over the student body, and they are becoming more radical and hardcore like Veronica.”
“What did Kaz or K3 do to get everyone riled up against me?”
Hunter ran his hand through his hair. “I didn’t want to be a part of it at all. I even tried to get Kaz to change his mind. Hell, I was the student rep who approved you attending Kingsbury as a non-royal. Why would I try to get rid of someone I approved?”
“So what did Kaz and Ori do?” I asked.
“Kaz triggered the Black Envelope,” Hunter said.
My head fell back in shock. “He hated me that much he wanted to see me dead?”
Hunter shook his head. “No, he wanted everyone to drive you out. You see, Kaz, he’s an absolute leader. It’s either all in or all out. There is no grey areas for him. And once he’s passionate about something or someone…like you, he goes for it completely.”
“He triggered the Black Envelope,” I said. “What happened to the girl Veronica targeted?”
Hunter swallowed, “She killed herself.”
I was speechless.
“Bullied to death,” he said. “That is one reason why I hate Veronica so much. Absolutely hate her. That girl who died, Allison, was my cousin.”
After my initial shock, I reached over to hug Hunter. “I’m so sorry,” I said, hugging him tightly.
He looked at me with unshed tears. “That was one reason why I tried to protect you from Veronica. I didn’t want you ending up like Allison.”
“Thank you, Hunter,” I said, kissing him on his lips. “You have no idea how much you’ve helped me. I…” I kissed him again.
He didn’t even hesitated as he pulled me to him, kissing me with such passion and desire. After a few minutes, he stepped back. “If we continue, I’ll be Raw Fucking you again.”
I smiled. “I’d like that.”
Hunter grinned. “You are quite a woman, you know?”
“I’d like to think so,” I said.
Chapter 8
The next day, I woke up bright and early, sandwiched between Hunter and Kaz. Hunter had one arm around my waist, facing me, while Kaz had spooned me from behind.
I could feel both of their hard-ons pressed closed against me.
I was stuck. Unless I got them to move.
But what girl wouldn’t enjoy being in the middle of two crown princes? I fell asleep last night in the guest room along with Hunter, exhausted. Kaz must have slipped in later.
I nuzzled my nose against Hunter’s and reached down to stroke him. He let out a deep groan before opening his eyes and kissing me.
Behind me, I rubbed my butt against Kaz’s girth in my crack. I used this position to grip his hard length to rub it up and down.
“Tempest,” Kaz groaned. “If you start every morning like this, we’d never leave the bed.”
“Do we have to?” I asked innocently.
Kaz shared a glance with Hunter. Then they proceeded to undress me. Hunter took off my shirt, while Kaz pulled down my pants and panties.
Their mouths were on me, kissing my skin hungrily. Hunter made his way with hungry kisses in front, while Kaz kissed my shoulders, my back, and the small of my back.
I was moaning from having the princes’ hands and mouth on me. Servicing me like I was their precious Queen.
They turned me on my back and Hunter went down on me, eating me with his mouth, tonguing me in my core. He stopped to bite me gently on my nub, sending electric shock to all my nerve endings making me arch my back and push my breasts up towards Kaz’s hungry mouth. He lightly glaze my nipples with his teeth, sending shivers through me.
On the other side, Hunter was now licking my nipple, his hand rubbing my nub in circles. Kaz moved his hand down and plunged his fingers in. “Oh so fucking wet,” Kaz groaned, moving his fingers in a quick frenzy.
He lowered his boxers, pulling out his long smooth length and plunged deep into me. I moaned so deeply I arched my back. He thrusted over and over again until I grabbed his back and exploded. He closed his eyes, arched his back and roared, “You’re ours, Tempest. Only ours,” before he climaxed.
Hunter plunged into me as I shuddered, thrusting and thrusting until I exploded again, and he climaxed. “You’re so ours, Tempest,” he cried out.
After we showered and changed, all three of us had a sumptuous breakfast spread in the breakfast room of Kaz’s house. In tuned with each other more than before, I’d butter my toast, feed Kaz, while Hunter would feed me grapes.
Hearing about Veronica’s shooting of me and a possible bomb threat, Kaz was already texting the school about doing a sweep of my dorm room for bombs and anything suspicious.
“You’re staying here for the rest of the day,” Kaz said. “This is the safest place. There are no master keys they could’ve stolen. And there are some security guards posted around the house. Unfortunately, the administrators haven’t found Veronica or Sabrina yet.”
“I heard there are other students involved, and they are missing from s
chool today, too,” Orion walked in. He was dressed in black cargo pants, combat boots, and a torn neon yellow t-shirt, which showed off his beautiful tattoos. His white hair was slick up into spikes, while his ears glistened with silver and diamonds. His silver blue eyes immediately landed on me. The want in them was so intense, I had to look down at my plate of food. Ori knew who I was. He also knew I could handle myself if I needed to.
“Hey Ori,” Kaz said. “Thanks for the update.”
“I hear you and Tempest was holed up in the music room yesterday for hours because of the shooting,” Ori looked at Hunter. “It lasted that long?”
“We waited to be safe,” Hunter said with a glint in his eye.
Kaz’s azure blue eyes looked amused as he looked up into Ori’s eyes. “Relax, Ori. Tempest is safe here with us now.”
He walked up to the table, sat down across from me, and filled an empty plate with food. “Someone should be with Tempest at all times,” he said. “Veronica is crazy, but she somehow had convinced many Kingsbury Prep students to follow her example. We don’t know who to trust at any given time. Tempest certainly wouldn’t.”
“Let’s get our schedules cleared up for this,” Kaz said, pulling out his phone.
Hunter pulled his phone out, while Ori looked down at his phone, already on the table.
“Tempest,” Kaz said, “What’s your schedule for this week?”
I shot him a snapshot of my schedule, which he distributed to the other K3 members.
“I’ll cover walking her to and from Music Class today,” Hunter said. “I’ll sit in, too. I want to hear your piano-playing. I could use a composer. You game for that, Tempest?”
“I’ll try,” I said. “I only teach piano, but I’ll give it a go.”
“I’ll cover her for her Math and Science classes,” Kaz said. “I see you’re in the same classes as I am.” He reached over to entwine his fingers through mine.
My heart stopped as a shiver of warmth covered my body.
“I hear you’re a genius when it comes to math and science,” Kaz said. “Perhaps you could tutor me privately?”
Hunter shot Kaz an orange. “You don’t need tutoring. The man is a math and science wizard himself.”
“I’ll cover Gym class with Tempest,” Ori said. “I’ll love to see her moves. Besides, we are in the same class.”
“So that leaves…Government and Art on the other days,” Kaz said.
“I’ll cover Art,” Hunter said. “I’m actually guest teaching Art this semester.” He moved up close to me. “I’d love to explore how hot a teacher-student affair would be with you Temp. Wouldn’t you?”
I was already tingling from Hunter’s closeness. “It happens to be one of my hottest fantasies to play out,” I said.
With that, I got the boys’ attention immediately.
“Is there anything I could teach you?” Kaz joked.
“Maybe?” I said, “I’ll have to test out what you teach me, teacher?”
“Oh Mercy,” Hunter said.
“I could teach her some moves,” Ori said. “To protect herself. I’ll do it every day.”
“I bet you can,” I said looking at him wriggle in his seat. From the hot searing look he flashed me, he was probably thinking of the last time we fought. It was the tournament, but the sexual tension between us was scorching.
“We’ll start this morning,” Ori said. “You don’t have class until later so that would be a good time.”
“Yes, that would be a good time,” I said.
“Why is it suddenly very hot in here?” Hunter asked.
“It’s because Tempest brings in the heat,” Kaz said, his fingers still entwined in mine. He lifted my hand to his mouth, kissing my knuckles.
Even his knuckle kisses made me hot all over. I licked my lips.
All the boys’ eyes were glued to my tongue. I grabbed a cream puff from the breakfast tray and licked the cream off slowly.
Their eyes watched me lick the cream off slowly before I bit off a chunk of pastry and swallowed it. “Hmmm, so delicious,” I purred.
For a moment, all the boys’ eyes were filled with heated desire.
Hunter got up first. “I need to take a shower. A cold shower. If I’m ever going to leave this house with Tempest inside…” He leaned in to kiss me on my lips. “I’ll see you in Music Class today.”
Kaz was next to get up. “I’m taking a shower too, especially after your morning wake up call, Tempest.” His eyes heated over. “I could get used to morning wake up calls from you Tempest when you’re here. I mean everywhere.” He grabbed me and kissed me passionately while Ori watched. “I want you to remember to text me for anything.”
He left.
As soon as Kaz left, Ori walked up to take Kaz’s empty seat next to me. He reached for a strawberry, dipped it in cream and fed it to my mouth.
I took a bite, licking the cream off, while he tossed the rest of the strawberry into his mouth. I had cream on the corner of my mouth and was about to lick it up when his tongue licked the corner and dipped in to taste my mouth.
He closed his eyes, groaning as his tongue touched mine. He pulled back. “I’ve been wanting to taste you and kiss you for a while now. You taste just as sweet as I imagined.”
“Ori,” I said “Orion like the stars…”
“I love how you say my name,” Ori said. “But I’d love it even more when you cry out my name in ecstasy.”
“And how will I get to calling your name out in ecstasy, Orion?” I asked.
Ori grinned. “I can’t believe I’m sitting with you, Tempest. I didn’t even think I would get to see you again, after how you shot me down.”
I got up and stretched. “I didn’t get to eat much breakfast so no worries about me being too full.” I smiled. “I haven’t been to the studio in weeks. I’d love a good match up.”
“Kaz has an underground gym here. We all work out in there. It’s how I’m able to train privately so no one at this school could suspect I fight underground.”
“I’d like to see it,” I said.
“You could train in there too. Now that you’re one of us.”
He reached out to hold my hand.
“I can’t believe Kaz finally broke down to bring you into K3. Hunter and I have been trying ever since you showed up. Kaz is a stickler to tradition, been raised that way, but he’s a good guy when it comes down to it.”
“A loyal friend?” I asked.
“Yes,” Ori said, taking my hand and leading me down some stairs into a basement. “Wait until you see this place. When Kaz’s parents decided to send him to Kingsbury to live rather than stay in his country, they wanted him to have his creature comforts. This house for instance. No one else has a full-size house on Kingsbury Prep’s estate except Kaz. Even the President of the school, Ms. Turlington, doesn’t have a full-sized home. She has a townhouse amongst a group of townhomes for the Faculty and Full-time Staff.”
“So…Kaz really runs Kingsbury Prep?” I asked.
“His family bought the school hundreds of years ago and helped make it the school it is today. But yes, they are the Trustees and Kaz is tasked to help oversee the school. He has since he was 14 years old when he moved here.”
I thought about a young Kaz moving away from his home country and having the enormous pressure to live on his own and run an Academy. No wonder he was stuck on traditions, afraid to change things for Kingsbury.
Ori covered my eyes and said, “Ready to see your new training gym, Tempest Storm?” He switched on the lights and removed his hand.
I had to blink to get used to the bright lights. When my eyes finally adjusted, I was impressed. The gym looked like something out of a science fiction novel.
“Wow,” I said, taking in the modern high-tech design of the gym. Wide-open with neon-light paneling, drink stations, weighing area, rows of weights and top-of-the-line fitness machines. Even specialized training dummies and targets for martial arts training. “You guys tho
ught of everything.”
“I thought you’d be,” Ori said.
“This is amazing. I only get to practice late at night and in an old martial arts studio, traditional style.” I looked around, turning in 360 degrees to get the full effect. “I’d never dreamed to be training in a gym as pristine, well-kept, and private like this.” I looked over at Ori. “Guess being royals do come with some privileges.”
Ori’s gaze on mine was similar to Kaz’s before. That of wonder. “How did you manage to survive on the streets yet look so regal for so long, Tempest? And look, you had less advantages, less training, no fancy gyms; and you still beat me.”
I shrugged and then said, “Maybe it’s because my mother and father watch over me?”
He touched my cheeks so softly, “You put us Royals to shame.”
I touched his hand that held my face. “I’m touched that you feel that way, Ori.”
“I think we Royals have a bit to learn when it comes to people. Especially these days.”
“Is that why you fight underground?” I asked.
“It’s definitely an escape for me,” he said. “Mask and all, I can be someone else besides a title for once.”
“Crown Prince…” I said.
“I know. But most likely not…” Ori said wistfully. “Like Kaz, my country is going through major changes. In my great grandfather’s reign, suddenly he went from ruling the country to becoming just a public relations figurehead. Putting on appearances at the openings of some factories means more than being able to form policies.”
“There’s more to you than just a pretty face,” I said.