Deadmen's Queen: A dark college reverse harem romance

Chapter Twenty Three

Ijolted awake, a gasp caught in my throat, not remembering where I was for a moment. I was dreaming. I was being followed through the woods near the university, a dark shadow of a hooded man. Everywhere I ran stood men in masks who turned away from me as I begged for help. They circled around me, faces turned away and the shadowed man stepped into the circle. He moved closer, and I saw that there was nothing beneath his hood. I screamed as he reached for me, pulling me down onto the ground. His fingers slid between my legs and then fear became desire. He pushed apart my legs, laying between them and I felt his cock push against me. I jolted awake, my heart hammering, not remembering where I was for a moment. The pressure between my legs increased and I gasped as a thick cock pushed inside my pussy. He slid in easily, I was already wet and panting for him.

My eyes flew open to see Tristan watching me, his curly blond hair tousled from sleep, his lips parted as he thrust into me.

“Tristan?”

“Fuck, Paige,” he murmured, looking down at me. “I love waking you up like this.”

I looked around for Nate, catching the sound of the shower from behind the closed door, then moaned as Tristan rotated his hips, hitting that point inside that had me melting under him.

“I couldn”t resist,” he breathed. “I came in to wake you for class, and you looked so beautiful lying there asleep. I love how you get wet for me, even though you’re sleeping. It makes me so fucking hard for you.”

I reached for him, pulling him down as I kissed him. His tongue invaded my mouth, hot and insistent, matching the demanding thrust of his hips. His hand slid over my breast, thumb flicking over the hardened bud of my nipple causing a shiver of pleasure to shoot through me. He pushed deeper, hitting that spot that made me gasp and my body tighten around him. The pleasure spiked through me, a shockwave of pure intensity. I grabbed onto his shoulders for support as he thrusted into me, driving pleasure to new heights. His breath hitched from the intensity of my grip.

“Tristan!” I moaned, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively to pull him deeper.

Tristan looked up, and smiled, then gripped onto my hips, rolling us until I was sitting on top. I looked down at him in surprise, then gasped and hands came around to cup my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples hard.

“Nate!”

His lips trailed over my shoulder and I felt the mattress shift as he knelt between Tristan’s legs.

“You two looked so fucking hot, I couldn’t wait my turn.”

Fuck.

Tristan’s hands gripped my hips as he rocked me back and forth on his cock, and Nate slipped his hand down my body, finding my clit, drawing lazy circles around it. His other hand stroked down my back and over my ass, and I gasped as he slid a finger inside me alongside Tristan’s cock.

“Fuck, Nate,” moaned Tristan as Nate pushed another finger inside me.

“I just need a little lubrication,” murmured Nate. He fingered me a few seconds longer, then drew them out, stroking up to my ass, pressing them to the entrance.

“Fuck, man. I don’t know what you’re doing to her, but her pussy is gripping me so fucking tight,” groaned Tris, his fingers tightening on my hips.

“Shall we tell him, Paige?” Nate murmured wickedly as he slid one of his fingers into my ass and I cried out. “Shall we tell him what a dirty girl you are?”

“Nate,” I gasped, my body shuddering as he pushed deeper, his other hand still working my clit in circles. My head fell back, and I caught a glimpse of him through my lashes, a dark and wicked grin on his lips.

“He likes the show, doesn”t he?” Tristan murmured from beneath me and I whimpered in response, my hips bucking against them both.

Nate”s laugh was low and husky as he leaned in closer. “You have no idea, darling,” he purred into my ear. His finger started moving inside me rhythmically, adding to the sensation of Tris pumping into me. “You take us both so well.”

The room filled with our heavy breaths and moans, the friction between our bodies building into a maddening heat. Tristan was watching us intently, his blue eyes darkened with lust. He reached up to pull me down into a hard kiss, his tongue dancing with mine as Nate continued to finger me.

I could feel my climax building from somewhere deep within me. The sensation of being filled from both ends was overwhelming. It was too much and yet not enough, spiralling out of control.

Nate”s fingers moved faster on my clit and I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.

Nate didn”t stop. His fingers kept moving, slowly now, drawing out my orgasm even longer. His other hand held me steady as my body quaked in post-orgasmic tremors. My cries echoed through the room, followed by panting, heavy breaths.

“God, you”re beautiful when you come apart,” Tristan said, gazing up at me.

“Fuck this,” Nate growled from behind me. His fingers withdrew from my ass. “Tristan, swap with me.”

“What?” I asked, still feeling dazed from my climax. I mewed in protest, as Tristan grinned up at Nate, and lifted me up and off his cock.

“So desperate for cock, aren’t we, Paige?” Nate asked with a dark grin, as Tristan rolled off the bed and he took his place. I looked down at Nate’s cock, bigger and longer than Tristan’s, precum beading on the slit, and I ran my tongue over my bottom tip. Nate laughed.

“Not today, my love.” He grabbed my hips, pulling me astride him, and I reached down between my legs, guiding the swollen head to my pussy. I sank down slowly, partly to adjust to his size, but mostly because I loved the feel of every inch of him sliding inside me.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” muttered Tristan standing next to us, his eyes fixed on my pussy. “How the fuck are you taking him all, sunshine? So fucking hot.”

Nate laughed, his hands moving to my waist and pulling me fully down onto him. I gasped sharply, my back arching as he filled me completely. His thick length stretched me, filling me in a way that was both torturous and delicious.

“It was a very nice surprise,” he admitted. “I”ve never met a woman who could take all of me. But Paige’s little cunt is just so greedy for cock. I think her ass might be too, Tris.”

I gasped, looking back at Tristan and my eyes trailed down his body to his cock, hard and glistening with my wetness. He noticed my gaze and smirked. “Did you think I was done?”

He climbed onto the bed behind me, pushing me down onto Nate’s chest. His fingers trailed down to my ass, slipping inside as Nate had done, scissoring to stretch me further and I moaned.

“Tristan,” I whimpered.

“Relax, sunshine,” Tristan murmured, pulling his fingers out.

Nate watched the whole thing with a look of pure hunger on his face. His hands were in constant motion, wandering over my body with a possessive touch that had me writhing in anticipation.

“You ready?” he asked as Tristan positioned himself at my back entrance.

“I think so,” I whispered back, gripping onto Nate’s shoulders to steady myself.

“Good,” Tristan murmured, pressing his head against my entrance. The pressure was intense, but not unbearable. I felt myself stretch, accommodating him as he pushed into me inch by inch. Tristan didn”t rush, his pace achingly slow but deliberate. The sensation was overwhelming, filling me in ways no one else had ever done before. Nate”s lips found mine in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries as Tristan finally filled me completely.

A low groan escaped Nate”s lips as Tristan began moving, his pace slow and careful. My body was writhing between the two of them, caught in an exquisite torment I had never experienced before.

“Oh fuck! Both of you inside me...” I gasped, clutching tighter onto Nate”s shoulders as the overwhelming feeling took over me.

“Fuck,” Tristan groaned out from behind me, his thrusts growing rougher. The bed frame creaked under our combined weight and the room filled with our heavy breaths and soft moans.

Nate”s hands fisted in my hair as he watched Tristan fuck me. The sight of us must have inflamed him because his thrusts grew more intense, matching Tristan’s rhythm. Sweat coated our bodies as we moved faster and harder, our breaths coming out in short gasps. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room along with our primal sounds of pleasure.

“I love how greedy for our cocks you are, Paige,” Nate groaned into my ear. His hands moved up to my breasts, kneading them in time with his thrusts.

“You”re so fucking tight,” Tristan hissed, his pace relentless, and I could feel the pressure building again. “I can feel Nate’s cock inside you…”

I moaned loudly, my body arching back against Tristan’s chest. The sensation of them both inside me was overwhelming, the pleasure building and crashing over me in waves. I could feel them both throbbing inside me, their bodies tensed as they pounded into me relentlessly.

“Look at her,” Nate’s voice was raw with desire. “She”s taking us both so easily. And she loves it.”

Their rhythmic thrusts grew harder, faster; their grunts of pleasure louder and more primal. My body felt stretched open, penetrated to the hilt by both men simultaneously. The feeling was raw and intense, and it wasn’t much longer before they pushed me to the edge of another breathtaking climax.

I screamed their names as waves of pleasure ripped through me. My body tightened around them, spasming in pleasure, drawing cries from them both. My cries echoed throughout the room as waves of pleasure washed over me. Tristan and Nate didn”t slow their pace though. Instead, their thrusts became even more relentless.

As the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided, Tristan groaned out behind me. “Fuck, I”m close...”

Nate brought his hand between us to play with my clit again. He started rubbing it in quick circles that sent shockwaves through my overly sensitive body.

“You’re going to come again,” he told me. “And then Tristan and I are going to fill you with our cum so I can see it dripping from your ass and your sweet little pussy, do you understand me?”

I looked down at him, barely able to focus, but I nodded, my words gone. His hand moved up my body, wrapping around my throat and I moaned as he squeezed.

“Nate,” said Tristan, doubt in his voice.

“She’s fine,” Nate said, tightening his grip. “Feel how wet she’s getting, Tris. She fucking loves it. Now fuck her hard. Make her scream for me.”

Tristan complied immediately, thrusting into me harder and faster. My body shook with the intensity of it, sandwiched between their bodies. I felt myself spiralling again, my vision blurring as the pleasure mounted.

I could feel another orgasm building up in me as Tristan”s thrusts became even more relentless. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips, holding me steady as he drove into me with everything he had.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, as the pressure built even higher than before. Nate thrusts up deep into me, rolling my clit between his fingers, and the pleasure that had been simmering beneath the surface exploded. I screamed, my body convulsing as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. I felt a hot flood of liquid between my thighs, and Nate moaned.

“Fuck, yes baby, just like that!”

“Paige,” Tristan groaned out from behind me, his movements growing frantic, signalling his approaching release. As he slammed into me with a final thrust, he let out a guttural growl and came inside me.

Nate groaned under me, and I reached down, waves of pleasure still crashing through me, and dragged my nails over his chest, leaving red marks where I scored his skin.

“Fuck!” he shouted, slamming up into me again, his body arching under me. I watched his head tip back as he came hard. His fingers tightened around my neck, digging in as his cock jerked inside me, till finally he opened his eyes, gasping for breath, and released me.

“You were fucking amazing, Paige,” he said huskily.

“She was. That”s now my favourite way to start the day,” Tristan said after a moment, a playful lilt in his voice as he kissed along my shoulder, gently easing himself out of me.

I collapsed onto Nate’s chest, breathing hard and not wanting to move, loving the feel of his cock still inside me.

“I’m going to have a shower,” Tristan said, trailing his finger through my curls. “I suggest you two do as well, or you’ll be late for classes.”

“Mmm…” I said, and I heard Tristan laughing as he left the room.

I lay there for a moment, tracing the vines and black roses that ran over Nate’s chest, feeling the raised lines of flesh underneath where his skin was permanently scarred.

“Why did you get these tattoos?” I asked.

“Don’t you like them?”

“I love them. I’ve always wanted some myself, I just wasn’t allowed to. I just wondered if there was a reason.”

“You’d look sexy with tattoos,” said Nate. “I got these when I turned eighteen. Showed up and demanded for them all to be done in one sitting. I’d decided I’d had enough of living like a victim.”

“They cover your scars. Where did you get them?”

Nate sighed. “From him. From beatings, and from… he liked to make me bleed. He would cut me to watch it run down my body.”

“I”m so sorry, Nate,” I said quietly.

He said nothing for a few moments, then he sighed. “I never thought telling anyone my secret would make me feel so much lighter, but this last couple of weeks, life hasn’t felt so dark.”

“I”m glad,” I said, reaching up to kiss him.

“There’s more I haven”t told you yet,” Nate admitted. “And I’m afraid, in case you hate me for it.”

“I could never hate you, Nate. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said, kissing me again, and my heart leapt at the words.

“But, I don’t want there to be any secrets between us, so I need to tell you this.”

“I’m listening,” I said, feeling a twinge of guilt. I hadn’t told them about my mother, about her wanting to plant cameras, and to help bring them down to get revenge. She’d threatened to have them killed, and I didn’t know if she was just talking shit or whether she could actually do that. I just knew I couldn’t take the risk. Not till I knew for certain.

Nate shifted underneath me and I squirmed against him. His cock was softer now, but he still filled me up and I didn’t want him to pull out yet.

He smiled. “Keep wriggling against me like that, and I’ll end up fucking you again.”

I fought the urge to call his bluff. He wanted to open up, and I didn”t want to put it off in case he changed his mind, though I was feeling a little nervous about what he wanted to tell me.

“Tell me,” I said, keeping still.

He sighed. “When I was a child, I had an older brother, Henry. He was three years older than me, and my father loved him. Always talked about him being his heir and successor, and I always felt like he didn’t want me. Then he… then he started coming to my room, and in a sick way, I felt wanted.”

“That’s understandable,” I murmured.

Nate swallowed and nodded. “One day, we were out playing. It was a really hot summer and there’s a lake on the estate. We were in the water, but not too deep. It was up to my waist, but Henry was taller.” He took a deep breath and I waited.

“Henry said he had a new game to play. He reached underwater and started… touching me. He asked me if I liked it and I said no. He got annoyed with me and said it was his turn. He pulled his cock out, and dragged my head down, forcing it into my mouth.”

“Nate…” I said softly, hating the pain on his face. He closed his eyes.

“Paige, I snapped. Father had been doing it for a couple of years by then, and the night before had been particularly bad. I just couldn’t… I couldn’t face Henry doing it to me. I loved him so much…” His voice cracked, and I reached up to stroke his face, tears in my eyes. Nate took a shaky breath.

“I lost it. I pulled away and I hit him hard. He fell backwards into the water and I… I held him down.” His last words were whispered, and his whole body tensed under me. His eyes opened and I could feel the agony in them like it was my own. Tears ran down my face.

“I didn”t mean to, I just couldn”t take any more. I just wanted him to stop, and then he wasn’t struggling any more. I dragged him to shore and I tried to get him to breathe, but I couldn’t.”

Nate’s tears escaped, trickling down the side of his face into his hair, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Father worked it out. I thought he’d kill me himself, but he didn’t. He didn’t come near me for a week, didn’t talk to me, didn’t even acknowledge I existed. Then one night he came to my room and told me he was proud of me.” His voice twisted, laced with disgust. “He said Henry had been weak and I’d proved myself a true Carver, because I could do what needed to be done. He said from now on, he’d train me to become the best I could be, to carry on the Carver name. That was the first night he fully raped me.”

Nate shuddered underneath me, his body trembling. He met my eyes for a moment, then closed his. “You hate me.”

“No, Nate. I hate him. For what he did to you. For what he clearly did to your brother. You need to stop blaming yourself, Nate. You were an incredibly screwed up kid, and it seems Henry was too. And there’s only one person to blame for that, and that’s your father.”

Nate watched me, his eyes wary as I spoke, but then relief filled them and he pulled me down against me. I could hear his heart racing as my head lay flat on his chest.

“God, I love you. How are you so perfect, Paige?”

“I’m nowhere near perfect,” I argued.

“You’re perfect for me.”

He slipped his hand into my hair, guiding my mouth to his, and kissed me deeply. This time, there was no anger, no fire, no fear. It was all him, and I succumbed completely to it. I felt his hand move gently over my body, stroking every inch, and his cock began to harden inside me.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, and I nodded. Pressing his hands onto the mattress, he pushed himself back till he was sitting against the headboard. I held his shoulders as I brought my knees up either side of him, never breaking our connection. He kissed me again, wrapping his arms around me, pushing up into me, gently, and I rolled my hips over him, taking him deep and slow.

My hands tangled in his hair as our bodies moved together in slow fervour, lost in the depth of the moment. The world outside our room ceased to exist. It was only Nate and me. His lips moved along my collarbone, and up my neck, before claiming my mouth again, and his hands settled on my hips, guiding my body rhythmically as I began to move faster.

“You’re mine,” he told me, pulling away, his eyes dark and intense burning into mine as he pushed deeper into me.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Not just for the year, Paige. Whatever happens after university, you’re mine.”

I gazed up at him, tears coming to my eyes as emotion overwhelmed me.

“God, Nate,” I whispered, pulling him down for another kiss.

Nate gave a soft growl, his hands moving down to cup my buttocks, guiding me as I moved against him. Heat pooled in my belly and spread through me like wildfire. I clung to him, my nails sinking into the hard ridges of his muscles, the pleasure so intense it was almost pain. His movements quickened, becoming more frantic. His grip on me tightened and I could feel the powerful muscles in his arms straining as he held me close. I responded to him eagerly, my body moving with his in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. This was Nate. This was us - raw and unfiltered. The world outside didn”t exist. There was only this room, this man and the intense connection between us. The inner demons that danced with each other.

Nate broke the kiss, but didn’t stop moving, holding me tight against him. He looked down at me, a strange mix of hunger and desperation in his eyes. It was intoxicating. I tipped my head back as the pleasure began to build inside me, but Nate slipped his hand into my hair, pulling me back.

“Eyes on me,” he growled. “I want to see your fucking soul when you come around my cock.” I obeyed his command, locking my gaze with his. His words sent a thrill through me - of surrender, of possession - and it sped up the pleasure building inside me. I moved faster against him, our bodies slick with sweat as they slid against each other.

I could tell he was close too by the way he moved beneath me, his body growing tense as he neared his climax. He kept watching me, his eyes never leaving mine even as he grunted and groaned with pleasure.

“Paige,” he breathed out just as I saw a flicker of panic in his eyes - a vulnerability that exposed more of Nate than anything else ever had.

The sight struck something deep within me, stirring emotions in depths I didn”t know existed. It wasn”t just about the physical release, not anymore. With every thrust, every moan that escaped our lips, there was a sense of understanding, of bearing witness to each other”s rawness. It felt like we were stripping away layers of fear, guilt, and doubt from each other”s souls.

I was on the precipice, teetering dangerously close to the edge of pleasure. Nate”s hands on me, his eyes locked onto mine, were the only things anchoring me.

“Nate,” I replied, my voice coming out as a hushed whisper. His name was a prayer on my lips, a plea.

“That”s it,” he whispered. “Give in to me. Let go.” His command sent me spiralling over the edge and I came with a shattering breathlessness, my body convulsing around him. Nate”s heavy groan filled the room, his movements halting as his own release hit him. He held me tight against him, our bodies trembling together. He pressed his face into my neck as he shuddered against me, and I held him close, stroking my hand gently down his back.

The quiet of the room was shattered by the shrill tone of Nate”s phone ringing. He groaned in annoyance before reaching over to grab it off the bedside table.

I watched as his relaxed expression turned grim and he looked up at me as he answered.

“It”s Bast,” he said to me. “What is it?”

His jaw clenched as he listened to whatever Bast was saying on the other end of the line. When he hung up, he looked at me, clearly hesitating.

“What?” I asked.

He took a deep breath. “Your friend Amy. Paige, I’m so sorry. She’s gone missing.”