Chapter 25
Mia
“Who knew the biggest gossip on campus would be your boyfriend being Corvus royalty and not that you’re boning two dudes at the same time.
” I shoot Sloane a glare. Snow falls rapidly from the sky without a care in the world of how it will inconvenience the people it’s piling up around.
A level of indifference I wish Parker, Leo, and I had.
“I regret telling you that.”
“What? That you got your why-choose situation?”
“Please stop calling it that.”
“That’s what it is. You don’t have to choose. You get both. That’s like a dream for some people.”
“Well, I’d rather people mind their own business, to be honest. This is why people fear being themselves; everyone casts quick judgment, they whisper, and talk, and gawk.
It’s not exactly a welcoming environment to come out and own who you are, or who you love,” I admit solemnly.
Sloane grabs my forearm and pulls me to a stop, stepping in front of me.
“Listen to me, fuck everyone else. Be authentically you. Haters can go fuck themselves.” I roll my eyes at her dramatically.
“I’m serious. Love is so beautiful. That’s something to celebrate, not hide, or be embarrassed, or unsure about.
I mean, if people have a problem with you and who you love, or how many you love, they can well and truly fuck off, and I will oh so gladly tell them that to their face.
No one should feel like they have to hide. ”
“I love you. I needed to hear that more than you know.”
“Well, if you listened to me more often, I’m full of good and wise advice.”
The rest of the day passes in a blur of ignoring the whispers about Leo and Parker and doing my best to focus on my classes.
Just as I’m leaving Thorne Hall, a strong hand clasps over my mouth and yanks me quickly into a narrow alley where the light doesn’t reach.
My back is pressed against a familiar, warm body, and then I come face-to-face with a pair of emerald-green eyes that I would recognize anywhere.
“Miss us?” Parker taunts as his fingers flick open each button of my coat. Leo’s nose trails against the side of my face, breathing me in. My eyes flutter closed for a brief moment, snapping open with Parker’s tsk.
“Eyes open, little rebel. We know how much you enjoy a public display,” he whispers as he pulls down the V-neck sweater, exposing the thin fabric of my bra covering my breasts.
“The fear of getting caught.” He pinches each nipple, twisting just enough to cause a bite of pain.
“When both of your men share you. What would everyone say if they knew you were right here between the buildings, being played with and shared like our own personal fucktoy?”
His words hit their intended mark, my pussy throbbing, dampening my underwear. “Tell us you want it, pretty girl, tell us how you want it. Do you want our fingers? Our tongues? Cocks? How about I fuck you while Parker fucks me? Right here in this alley, where anyone could find us?”
“Oh, god.” I tremble. Parker works swiftly to pull my pants down to my boots, the cold winter air fanning over my skin in sharp pricks.
My insides are like an inferno, and I can feel the heat blooming on my cheeks.
Once I’m bare, sure fingertips slide through my center, my body trembling from the touch.
“I love how responsive your body is, how deliciously wet you get for your men,” Leo whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “Such an eager, needy pussy. Don’t worry, you’re about to be filled.”
Parker and Leo get situated quickly, dropping their jeans to their thighs.
There’s not enough light to make out much, but I reach out for them, their hard cocks heavy in my palms as I stroke them from root to tip.
Precum spills from Leo’s slit, and I brush my thumb over it, collecting the beads and bringing them to my mouth to clean off.
Parker growls, gripping my jaw and yanking me into a forceful kiss, where he sucks my tongue into his mouth like he’s eager to taste Leo on me.
His kiss leaves me breathless and unsteady on my feet.
When we break apart, I’m turned around so my back is facing them, my hands placed against the cold, hard brick.
Leo crowds my back, kicking my feet open as wide as my jeans will allow.
Voices carry on the wind, muffled by the buildings and the snow on the ground.
Adrenaline flows steadily through my veins as arousal wars with the need to orgasm.
“Are you ready?”
“Fuck me, Leo.”
He drops a chaste kiss to my temple. “That’s our girl.”
The blunt tip of his hard cock notches at my entrance, and I can’t help but arch back into him, eager to feel his thick cock stretch me wide. Then he’s pushing in hard and fast, filling me completely in one powerful thrust. I cry out, a hand covering my mouth a moment later.
“Shh, rebel, you don’t want to get us caught, do you? Or maybe you’d like that.” The thought of someone catching us, of them watching the three of us in such a lewd, sexual act, drives me wild, and I don’t know what that says about me, but I don’t care to dissect it.
“Deep breath, baby, your ass is about to be filled,” Parker says, his voice deep and growly.
Leo’s cock throbs inside me as Parker enters him from behind.
The low, rumbling moan that vibrates against my back from Leo’s chest sends goosebumps across my flesh.
Two sets of hands clasp around mine, pinning us to the brick wall of Thorne Hall.
Then Leo starts to move, pulling from my body and pushing himself against Parker.
He stays sandwiched between us, fucking both of us as his hips piston back and forth.
Wet slapping sounds are muffled, our moans desperate, quiet, and needy.
I wish I could touch them both, wish I was facing them to see this unfolding, but this is good, too.
Intense. Primal. Quick and dirty. I live for this.
Someone walks past where we’re hidden, a flurry of red hair that we all can see.
But we don’t stop. Leo’s hand leaves ours, reaching down between my legs and slipping through my wet lips.
The moment he makes contact with my clit, I’m a fucking mess.
Moans pour from me, wanton and careless.
It’s euphoric, and I’ve lost all logical thought about time and place.
Parker’s thumb traces along my bottom lip.
“Open,” he demands. My lips part as he sticks his finger in my mouth, pressing down against my tongue.
“Now be our good girl and suck. You need to be quiet while Leo makes us come.” His words are so delicious, so dirty, and forbidden. And I love every single one of them.
Low grunts pant in my ear, pleasure building and building, that coil being pulled tight until suddenly, it snaps.
I scream around Parker’s thumb, tears pricking my eyes as an inferno erupts inside my core, spreading outward in intense flames, burning everything in its wake.
Leo and Parker are right behind me. His cock grows impossibly thick, warm jets of cum painting my insides.
It feels incredible, setting off tiny shockwaves through my overly sensitive body.
When we finally pull apart, they quickly buckle their pants, then help me pull mine up and put them back together.
“I need to run into my dorm to clean up,” I confess.
“Same, you left quite the load behind,” Leo laughs. Parker gives us both a look, his lips turning up at the right corner in that sexy grin, and I know what he’s going to say before he says it.
“Not a chance. You both are going to walk around the rest of the evening leaking cum. I want to have dinner out, knowing both my man and my woman are dripping from the mess we just made.”
Why the hell is that so hot?
The three of us head to grab dinner at the café, getting lucky to find a booth in the corner, away from prying eyes.
We take our seats, Parker sliding in next to me, Leo across from us.
Parker’s arm is slung comfortably around my shoulder, and I instinctively curl into his side.
The next thing I know, his free hand is pushing into my coat, toying with my bare skin right under the edge of my jeans.
“Let me in, Mia. I want to feel his cum dripping from your cunt.” Breath whooshes from my lungs, but I do as he says, taking a deep breath and sliding forward to give him better access.
Parker slips his hand down the front of my pants, his middle finger sliding through my slick folds and finding the mess Leo left behind.
His strokes are languid and unhurried, but they heat me up all over again.
“Such a messy pussy,” he says while looking at Leo.
“She’s covered in you, baby. So fucking slippery. ”
My hips start to buck against his hand, forcing his finger to nudge at my clit. “Fuck, you’re so greedy, little rebel. Was one orgasm not enough for our girl? You want to come right here while I rub Leo’s cum all over your needy clit?”
“Please,” I whine, my hand circling his wrist to hold him in place.
I lock eyes with Leo across the table, who looks thoroughly wrecked as he watches Parker bring me right to the edge like he’s done a million times before.
His fingers slide over my swollen nub easily, quickly working me up, my orgasm hovering right at the edge.
“Oh, that’s it. You’re so close. Come for your men. Come right here at the table where anyone can look over and see you.”
I shatter. Parker’s lips find mine, his other hand cupping the side of my face.
He muffles my moan with his kiss, as wave after wave pulses through my body.
He works me through it, playing with my clit until it’s much too sensitive, and I pull away from his kiss.
Parker carefully pulls his hand from my pants, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sticking them inside.
He sucks them clean, not leaving anything behind.
“You have no idea how good you two taste together.”
My mouth is still hanging open when the waiter appears, asking to take our orders. Luckily, these two know me better than anyone else, and order me a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich with extra fries since I’m unable to form words.
When the waiter disappears, Parker gives me that smug look, and I immediately want to punch him. “How about next time, you make Leo come at the dinner table? That waiter totally knew what just happened.”
“He’s an adult, and he works at a café on a college campus in the middle of nowhere. I’m sure he’s seen a lot more than you coming down from an orgasm. But if you never want to do it ag—”
“Not a chance, Parker Kingsford! You know what I like.”
“I do. And I know you’d use your safe word if you ever needed something to stop. I’d never push you.”
“One of the many reasons I love you.” I look over at Leo, who’s watching the two of us with rapt attention. I know that look. The one that tells me he’s lost in his head, the thoughts plaguing him. His fucking parents are the worst.
“I found some stuff out earlier that I need to tell you. I’m still trying to digest it, but I met with Professor Thorne.”
My head bops back slightly in shock. Parker looks unfazed, like he already knew Leo was having this meeting.
“Are your grades okay? What did he say to you?”
“It’s not my grades, nothing like that. I decided to ask him about”—Leo looks around for anyone who could overhear us—“to ask him about Crimson Veil and how torn I am about things that aren’t adding up. He shared some enlightening news that makes me look at things differently.”
Parker leans forward over the tabletop, resting his forearms on the cool wood. “Okay, please share with the class. You’ve got my heart in my throat.”
My eyes flick to Parker. When he falls, he falls hard, and I can tell how in love he is with Leo. He’s wearing the same enamored, obsessed expression that he does when he looks at me.
“My entire life, my dad has led me to believe that he was in Crimson Veil, that both my parents were.”
“They weren’t?” I gasp.
“Not according to Professor Thorne. My last name? It’s my mom’s.
My dad has no connection to the blood descendants here.
I have it because of my mother, not him.
Apparently, when he met my mom, he became obsessed with Crimson Veil and wanted to be a part of it more than anything.
They married while they were here at college, and my dad used her name and his connection to her family to leverage himself into the trials.
He failed. My mom passed all of them except the last one.
Neither of them is an initiated member.”
“Holy shit,” Parker huffs, shaking his head. “Your parents are a fucking piece of work. So, all this time, your dad was living vicariously through you. Pushing you toward something he couldn’t get and wanted to make sure you did.”
Leo rubs his hand up the back of his neck. “Yeah. Pretty much. He curated the life he wanted for me and has paved my every step.”
“I’m so sorry, Leo. You didn’t deserve any of this.” I reach my hand over the table and clasp his, threading our fingers together.
“What are you going to do, baby?”
“Well, I was thinking. The next and final trial is loyalty. So, I’m choosing it.”