Chapter 1
Parker
The Lights Out, Frights Out party at Ravensmere is in full swing by the time I walk in.
It’s the first Fright Night to kick off the season, and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
My best friend Asher is dressed from head to toe in a skeleton costume, while I chose something a bit different.
With my half-face mask, tux, and cape that billows around me, it’s easy to guess that I’m Gaston Leroux, if you have half a brain and can recognize The Phantom of the Opera.
Out of all the houses at Corvus College, Ravensmere is notorious for throwing the most insane parties, and this one is no exception.
Black lights illuminate everything in a sharp glow, a fog machine keeping a steady flow of smoke hovering at our ankles.
The music is impossibly loud, almost loud enough to drown out my obsessive thoughts. Almost, but not quite.
Asher and I walk in sync to the bar, where I fill up a cup with my first drink of the night—some concoction that I quickly down, the alcohol burning the entire way.
I reach for another one, tossing it back just as quickly.
Asher nods at me, and I know he’s off to find a hookup.
I’ll be lucky if I see him again tonight. Fine by me, he deserves a lay.
My eyes scan the common room that’s been turned into a dance floor, and even though everyone is dressed from head to toe in costumes, most so completely done up that I can’t discern who they are, I look for her anyway. I’m always looking for her.
It takes me two minutes before my eyes land on the woman of my dreams. Mia Thomas.
Her long black hair hangs down in wild waves, two curling horns protruding from her head, and her makeup consists of black eyeliner that looks like it’s bleeding from her eyes.
Her dress starts with a corset, lifting her full breasts so they peek out at the top.
It laces down her bodice into a skirt with a slit so high I can practically see her waist. Lilith.
The original rebel. My rebel. My goddess.
I take a moment to appreciate her, my eyes dancing over her sexy body, until her boyfriend leans into her space, pulling her flush against him as his hand slips into the slit at her thigh, reaching around and palming her tight ass.
His other hand grips her throat, thumb rubbing up and down the center as he tilts her head backward.
Fuck, I wish that was me holding her close.
I never could give Mia everything she wanted.
I know she was happy, or she wouldn’t keep coming back, but I also know Leo gives her something I can’t.
It’s why she floats between the two of us, depending on what she needs.
We each fulfill a side of her that the other can’t.
Together, Leo and I are the perfect man for her.
I give her something a little darker, a little rougher, while Leo seems to effortlessly tap into that sweet side of her.
Like right now, the way she submits to him without him needing to demand it.
He holds her close, and there isn’t a single question of how bad he wants her.
My cock thickens behind my jeans, and I don’t even care if it’s concealed or not.
My breathing comes heavier, watching them turning me on more than anything else ever could.
The worst part about this situation isn’t that I can’t have Mia all to myself, it’s that I’m also very fucking attracted to Leo Ashcroft.
Leo grabs Mia’s hand and leads her out of the common area, piquing my interest. Not ready to be done watching them tonight, I toss back my drink, throwing the cup into a trash can as I weave through the crowd, following them, unable to stop myself. Not that I’m trying to.
I keep my distance, sticking to the shadows as they slip outside like thieves in the night. The two of them dart across the courtyard, hand in hand, and into the tall hedges of the Ravensmere Gardens.
Blame it on the alcohol, blame it on erotic curiosity, I can’t help but follow them in. The moon is high in the cloudless night, and the light shines down just enough to bathe everything in a slight glow.
My boots crunch on dried fallen leaves, so I slow my steps, slinking through the maze of hedges, senses heightened, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I weave through the labyrinth, careful with each step to stay as silent as possible.
Mia’s moans float on the air like birdsong, sounds I’ve become so familiar with over the last three years. Her tiny mewls, the way she’ll get louder and louder the closer she is to unraveling. I follow her noises until I stumble on them in a small clearing.
The moon shines down on the pair in the center of the garden, illuminating them like a forbidden, tempting offering.
Mia sits on a stone bench, her head thrown back, dress hiked up around her waist. Leo crouches on his knees in front of her, his face pressed between her thighs.
My mouth salivates, knowing exactly what kind of sweet nectar is flooding his mouth as he licks her pussy. Lucky bastard.
Her fingers thread through his raven hair, mussing it up as he devours her. God, I love that taste. Going down on her is one of my favorite things to do. She’s made me an addict, and she knows it. When we’re together, she doesn’t know a day without having my tongue between her legs.
Mia’s moans start to increase, and Leo grips her hips, jerking her forward, holding her to him so she can’t get away. My cock throbs painfully against my zipper, a steady pulse that’s a reminder of how she affects me so primally.
As soon as he’s wrung every bit from her body, he pulls her down into the dirt with him.
Mia gets on all fours as Leo flips up her dress for access.
Then he’s tugging his pants down his thighs, his large cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen.
Even from a distance and in the shadows, I can tell how long and thick he is.
I bet he stretches her nice and good. I’d love to watch her tight lips spread wide to accommodate him.
My heart tumbles into overdrive as he rolls on a condom and slides home, filling Mia’s perfect cunt in one thrust.
The jealousy doesn’t come. But arousal sure as shit does.
My fingers unbutton my pants as if they have a mind of their own, working on autopilot to pull out my aching cock. The music from the party echoes behind me in a soft beat, but nothing could tune out the sound of wet skin slapping against skin and the mingled moans coming from them.
I palm my hard length, jerking it in tight, quick passes, my thumb swiping over my slit and dragging down my precum.
My eyes don’t leave the scene in front of me.
Not as Leo grips a handful of Mia’s long raven hair and pulls, forcing her head backward as her lower back arches for him.
Not as he pounds into her tight heat. Not as her fingers dig into the dirt and she cries out.
And definitely not as his firm ass flexes through each thrust.
Mia looks like fire. The way her perfect body takes everything he gives her makes me wonder how much more she could take.
Like my cock down her throat while he fucks her.
Or hell, taking both of us in that tight little pussy at the same time.
I’d love to see her stretched around both of us, would love to feel his cock next to mine as we enter her.
Jesus Christ. Pleasure spreads through my veins, heating me from the inside out as I sway, delirious with this undeniable feeling.
They look so hot together. Pleasure pulses through my veins like an electric current, the pressure building and building.
I bend my knees slightly, thrusting my hips, fucking my hand as I watch them fuck on the ground.
I’ve never watched Mia with anyone else, and I never imagined it would feel this good.
But I guess when you love someone the way I love her, the only thing you care about is that she’s feeling good.
I know Leo treats her right, and based on the way his cock is making her feel, he knows how to fuck her right, too.
Leo’s head falls backward, his face turned up to the sky as his hands hold her hips where he wants her, pistoning his big dick in and out of her wet cunt.
The erotic noises fuel me further, hearing how wet she is for him, knowing exactly what that feels like around my cock.
I can almost feel firsthand what a mess she’s making right now.
Mia’s pussy is a fucking gift, just like the rest of her.
I watch them in secret like a stalker in the night, my mask partially concealing my face, the darkness keeping me hidden just at the edge of the garden.
It feels so fucking wrong, but I can’t stop; it’s part of the allure.
Watching my woman be fucked into the ground with the moon high in the sky like an ethereal goddess is doing things to me I never imagined.
Pleasure scatters through my veins, igniting every cell in my body.
Then I’m erupting. A low moan rumbles through me before I can hold it back, and Mia’s head snaps in my direction.
Our eyes make contact, even though I’m positive she can’t truly see me.
But she knows. She’s too perceptive not to, we’re too fused together.
I coat the hedges in front of me with cum, just as Mia lets go.
Fuck, it’s a sight to behold, and that lucky asshole is feeling her tight pussy grip his cock as she does.
Her drawn-out moan reaches my ears as she cries out through her orgasm.
I squeeze my cock harder, wishing like hell it was Mia’s tight, velvety walls fluttering around me right now.
Leo comes next, his hips stuttering as he pulls her into his lap and unloads inside her, his head thrown back as he fills her up. Fuck, it’s so hot. All of it.
I put my cock away, slipping back out of the garden, knowing two things with absolute certainty.
I want my girl back.
But I want her boyfriend, too.