Page 14 of Revenge

I cried out and shuddered under his ministrations. Blake showed no mercy and continued those wonderful, dizzying licks. Heat and moisture gathered in my core, which ached and twitched and throbbed. I’d never had sex before, but I had used toys, and right now, I needed to be filled.

Edward placed a fingertip on my lips and with his other hand, gave my nipple an admonishing squeeze. “We’re next door to the common room. If you scream the house down, you’ll have everyone at our door.”

With a whimper, I nodded.

Henry rubbed a finger along my wet folds. I bucked my hips as he skimmed my core, and he slid it inside. Sparks of pleasure pulsed out from where his digit pushed and stretched my inner muscles. Then he slipped in another finger, and my mouth opened in a silent scream.

Blake quickened his licks into rapid flicks that made my eyes roll to the back of my head. What the hell were these three doing to me? At that moment, with Henry pumping his fingers in and out of me, Edward tweaking and teasing my nipples to the point of distraction, and Blake torturing me with that clever tongue, I couldn’t think about my plans, couldn’t think of resentment or revenge. The triumvirate had me writhing like a trollop, suspended in pleasure on the leather armchair.

Ecstasy built and built until I thought my insides would implode. My mind blanked, and I became a sensitive ball of need, shaking, gasping and keening at their command. Blake continued the relentless lapping, making the muscles of my core clamp around Henry’s finger in anticipation of an explosive climax.

Then he stopped.

My eyes flew open and I stared down at his smirking face, eyes wide with disbelief. “What?”

“Will you come back to us?” Blake’s breath puffed against my quivering flesh.

I clenched my teeth. “Why?”

“What?” asked Henry.

“Why do you want me back?” I pressed my lips together and let out a shaky breath.

“We told you in the back of the limo that time we took you shopping.” Henry slid another thick finger inside me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. “We all want you equally, and we’re going to share.”

Edward sucked on the side of my neck. His fingers circled my nipples over my shirt. “It’s just as I explained as you left the academy. We were serious about you becoming our fourth,” he whispered. “Say yes, and they’ll let you come.”

I scrunched every muscle in my face and shook my head. They wouldn’t get me so easily. Why had they framed someone they wanted so much? I was about to speak, but Henry scissored his thick fingers, making me clutch the leather of the Chesterfield.

Blake blew on my wet folds, and I gasped. Sweat beaded at my brow, and my breath came in panting, shuddering breaths. This was more than I could bear. No one had ever teased me so mercilessly. Blake held me at that knife-edge of pleasure and frustration with the gentlest of caresses, giving me the barest amount of sensation to stoke the flames of my desire but not enough to give me that sweet relief.

Sweat poured down my brow, and I squeezed around Henry’s thick fingers and bucked my hips, trying to create some friction.

Henry placed a heavy hand on my pelvis, pinning me in place. “No cheating. Either Blake finishes you, or you continue to whimper.”

“Well?” Edward pinched a nipple, and pulses of electricity shot down to my core. “Will you come back to us?”

“N-n-not until I find out why—”

Blake drew back, and I cried out with frustration.

“It’s a simple decision,” he said from between my legs. “Say yes. Say you forgive us, and come back.”

I clamped down hard on Henry’s fingers. If they were withholding my orgasm, I would do it on my own.

“She’s trying to cheat again,” said Henry. “I’d better slide my fingers out.”

“N-no!” I couldn’t stand more loss of contact. “I-I forgive you.”

“That’s all we wanted to hear,” murmured Edward.

Blake repositioned himself between my legs and lapped at my sensitive nub with extra vigor. Henry pumped his fingers in and out of my aching core. Edward slipped his fingers under my sweater, into my bra and toyed with my nipples. I lay back on that armchair, eyes closed, submitting to the sensations. This time, when the pressure reached a feverish pitch, they continued pleasuring me until I splintered.

Just before I could cry out, Edward clamped his lips on mine and swallowed my scream. He explored my mouth with deep strokes, while I bucked and shuddered on the leather armchair. When my spasms ebbed to gentle ripples and my breathing calmed, he drew back.

“You’re back in the fold,” said Edward. “Any regrets?”

I shook my head.