Page 66 of Wicked Elites

A flush flared across my cheeks and crawled down my neck. I shoved those thoughts aside and turned to Sebastian. “What about you?”

Sebastian’s brows rose. “A strange question, considering I’ve been trying to catch your attention the entire term.”

“I mean about the pull-a-pig game. Did you ever play it?”

He turned his head, and a muscle flexed in his jaw. “I was young, stupid, and it was a long time ago.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“Trust me.” Leopold pressed kisses down the column of my neck. His warm breath tickled my skin, making my eyes flutter closed. “You don’t want to be put off.”

“Now you’re making me sound like I played Cormac,” Sebastian griped.

Leopold barked out a laugh. “I’d like to see you try!”

“I played the game with the wrong person,” said Sebastian. “And she didn’t take kindly to discovering that it had been a challenge. It’s an experience I’ll never repeat.”

Leopold shuddered. “I’ll say.”

Before I could ask for details, Sebastian reached forward and pulled me onto his lap, and ground his erection against my ass.

A delighted squeal bubbled up from my lips.

Leopold pulled off his T-shirt, knelt at my feet, revealing that gloriously tanned torso. My gaze traveled over the contours of his broad shoulders, prominent pecs, and tight abs, igniting a hunger deep in my belly I could no longer ignore.

He placed both hands on my knees. “They’ve suffered for mistakes they made when they were thirteen. It’s not something anyone wishes to repeat or talk about.” His thumbs stroked along the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, sending pleasant tingles straight to my core. “Can’t you screw your curiosity to the sticking place and focus on the moment?”

My gaze lingered over his beautifully curved mouth, and my tongue darted out to lick my lips. “Well…”

He parted my legs and pressed a kiss halfway up my inner thigh that sent shockwaves straight to my core. “We’re hot, we’re hard, and we just want to give you pleasure.”

Sebastian cupped my breast and ran a thumb against my nipple, adding to the electrifying effect. “We’ll stop when you say so.”

Waves of arousal doused my flickering reservations. The kings had awakened something in me and drowned out the last of my common sense. With a breathless whisper, I said, “Alright.”

Sebastian’s lips crashed onto mine, and his tongue explored my mouth. He held the back of my head in place as he devoured me with such intensity, I dissolved into a shuddering mess.

With his other hand, he pulled my school tie free from under my collar and slid the top button of my shirt from its hole. I whimpered with anticipation and squeezed my eyes shut.

Leopold parted my legs even further and added little kitten licks to the kisses he trailed up my sensitive inner thighs. My legs trembled with the onslaught of sensations, and panicked arousal pounded through my heart.

In a moment, he would—my mind went blank, and I shut off those thoughts. It wasn’t as though he would get through my panties.

I placed a trembling hand on Sebastian’s thigh, enjoying the feel of his powerful quadriceps. The deep, drugging kisses continued, making my head spin. He slid three more buttons free, exposing my white, lace bra. Then those kisses traveled down my neck, over my collarbone, to the swell of my breasts.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured into my cleavage.

I drew in a deep breath. “S-Seb…”

He paused, mid-kiss. “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no.” I reached down between my legs and threaded my fingers into Leopold’s silken hair. By now, his lips skimmed the lace edge of my panties, and then he ran his tongue against my silk-covered clit.

My legs clamped hard against his head, imprisoning him in place. “Oh!”

Leopold’s hot breaths puffed through the fabric of my panties and onto my wet folds, and I squeezed him tighter between my thighs.

“Too much?” he asked.