Chapter 18
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T he air in the room was thick with anticipation, charged with the unspoken electricity that came from knowing something momentous was about to happen. I could feel it in my bones, in the very breath I drew as I stood there, my eyes darting between them—Camber, Chamberlain, and Atley, each watching me with an intensity that made my skin hum.
They had invited me here, to their private sanctuary, deep in the shadows of West Windsor’s forgotten wings. The walls were adorned with masks, old relics of their secret society, the air scented with something rich and woodsy. I felt as if I was stepping into something ancient, a tradition with roots deeper than I could fathom. This was more than just sex—this was initiation, a binding, a vow made with skin and sweat.
Chamberlain, ever the leader, took a step toward me, his black sleeves pushed up to his elbows, exposing his strong forearms. He was the one who had first lured me into this web, even as a child, with his dark green, unreadable eyes locking onto mine as though he saw through every one of my defenses. He didn’t need to say anything to command attention; his presence alone was enough to dominate the room.
“Are you sure?” he asked, voice low and gravelly as his fingers trailed up my arm, sending a shiver skittering down my spine.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing. This was it—no going back after tonight, but the ache between my legs had already made the decision for me. I nodded, unable to trust my voice, though the need in my body was louder than any word I could have spoken.
His eyes softened just slightly, and then he leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Good.”
A hand wrapped around my waist—Atley. He stood behind me, his solid body pressing into mine, the warmth of him seeping into me. He was so different from Chamberlain—wild where Chamberlain was controlled, reckless in his need. His hand slid lower, over the curve of my hip, his breath hot against my neck.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Atley growled, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck.
Chamberlain’s hand tilted my chin up, drawing my attention back to him. His gaze was dark, intense, and it made my knees weak. He held my face in his hands, his thumbs stroking my cheeks with a tenderness at odds with the hunger in his eyes. Then, slowly, he dipped his head, capturing my lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, a claiming. His mouth was hot against mine, his tongue sweeping over my bottom lip before plunging inside, tasting me, devouring me.
I moaned into his mouth, my body trapped between the two of them—Chamberlain’s kiss consuming me from the front, Atley’s hands sliding down my stomach, fingers brushing low on my stomach. My pulse pounded.
“I want to taste you again.” Camber’s deep, quiet voice cut through the haze, and I turned my head toward him. He had been watching, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His expression was unreadable, but his dark eyes were burning with intensity.
Chamberlain pulled back from the kiss, his thumb tracing my swollen bottom lip. “Let him,” he said softly, stepping aside to let Camber approach.
My legs were already trembling, my body thrumming with need as Camber knelt in front of me, his large hands settling on my thighs. He looked up at me through the thick fringe of his lashes, and the sight of him—this powerful, stoic man on his knees for me once more—made something inside me twist with desire.
“Spread your legs for me, Priestly,” Camber said, his voice quiet but firm.
I did as he asked, widening my stance just enough for him to fit between my legs. The anticipation was nearly unbearable, my skin burning with the need to feel his mouth on me.
Camber’s breath was hot against my skin as he kissed the inside of my thigh, his lips trailing higher, inch by agonizing inch, until I could feel the warmth of his breath against my slick center. I bit my lip, my hands gripping Atley’s forearms for support as Camber’s tongue flicked out, tasting me and surely the remnants of his cum from earlier.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back against Atley’s chest as Camber’s tongue found my clit, his lips wrapping around the sensitive nub and sucking gently.
Atley’s hands were everywhere—on my breasts, teasing my nipples, sliding down to my hips to hold me steady as Camber worked me over with his mouth. Chamberlain stood beside me, his eyes dark and hooded as he watched, his hand sliding down to palm the growing bulge in his slacks.
Camber’s tongue was relentless, flicking and circling my clit, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the coil tightening in my belly, my legs trembling as the pleasure built higher.
“She’s close,” Atley murmured into my ear, his voice thick with desire. “I can tell.”
Camber hummed in response, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. His fingers joined his mouth, sliding through my slick folds before plunging inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot that made me see stars.
“Oh God, Camber, I’m—” The words died on my lips as the orgasm slammed into me, my entire body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, my hips bucking against his face as he held me steady, his fingers and tongue driving me through the high until I was trembling and gasping for air.
He didn’t stop until I was nearly boneless, my legs shaking with the effort to keep myself upright. Only then did he pull back, his lips and chin glistening with my release. He stood slowly, his hands gentle as he helped me back onto unsteady feet.
Atley grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he hooked an arm around my waist, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. “Now, it’s our turn,” he growled, carrying me to the large bed dominating the center of the room.
He laid me down gently, his body hovering over mine as Chamberlain and Camber joined us, each of them shedding their clothes with practiced ease. The sight of their bare skin, muscles rippling under the soft light of the room, had my mouth going dry. They were beautiful, each in their own way, and the weight of what was about to happen hit me all over again.
I was theirs now.
Officially.
Irrevocably.
Atley was the first to touch me, his hands sliding down my sides, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin just above my hips. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was hungry, demanding, his body pressing into mine. His cock was hard and hot against my thigh, and I couldn’t stop myself from arching up against him, desperate for more contact.
“Patience, little saint,” he murmured against my lips, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “We’re not done with you yet.”
Chamberlain knelt beside me, his hand wrapping around my throat as he tilted my head toward him. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice low and rough. We hadn’t been this close since we were pre-teens. Being like this with him again was…breathtaking.
I obeyed, my eyes locking onto his as he stroked himself slowly, the thick length of his cock hard and leaking. His thumb brushed over the swollen head, gathering the precum and offering it to my lips.
“Suck,” he ordered as he notched his thumb at my mouth.
I did as I was told, opening my mouth to take his thumb between my lips, swirling my tongue around it. He groaned softly, his hand tightening just slightly around my throat as I licked him clean.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with approval. I moaned at his words.
Atley’s fingers slid lower, teasing my slick folds before plunging two fingers inside me. I gasped around Chamberlain’s thumb, my body arching off the bed as Atley’s fingers curled, hitting that perfect spot inside me once again.
Camber, ever patient, knelt at the foot of the bed, his eyes dark with lust as he watched his friends work me over. He hadn’t touched me again, but I could feel his presence, the weight of his gaze as heavy as any touch.
“Please,” I whimpered, the words spilling out before I could stop them. I was desperate for more—for all of them.
Chamberlain smiled, his hand sliding down my throat to rest between my breasts. “You heard her,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “She wants us.”
Atley grinned, his fingers withdrawing from me as he positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock teasing my entrance.
“Then let’s give her what she wants.”