33. Wes
CHAPTER 33
WES
“Get me a beer, will ya, Ava baby?” Ford calls from the living room.
He and Raf have been locked in an intense round of Call of Duty for the past half hour, while Ava and I have been posted up across from one another at the kitchen table, studying for our stats test later this week. And by ‘studying’, I mean I’ve been ignoring the hell out of my textbook, perpetually distracted by the pout and twist of her lips as she chews on the end of her pen.
Ava’s frown in response to Ford’s request is immediate, eyes flitting to me as if I’ll jump in and relieve her from servitude. Cute . I just shrug noncommittally, prompting her to push up from her chair with an annoyed huff and stomp dramatically to the fridge. Retrieving a cold bottle of beer from inside, she conveys her irritation with every heavy step as she marches into the living room to deliver it to Ford.
“Thanks, babe,” he drawls, a smug grin creasing his lips as he takes the bottle from her, then slaps her ass like he owns it.
She makes this little growling noise low in her throat, jumping away with a scowl. Ford chuckles to himself as Ava scrambles back to the kitchen, dropping into her chair at the table with an exaggerated sigh.
“All part of the gig,” I remind her, the corner of my mouth lifting in a smirk.
The glare she cuts me is glacial, fingers toying idly with the crown charm resting at the base of her throat.
“It’s pointless to keep fighting it, you know,” I murmur, leaning back in my chair and appraising her.
That comment earns me an even fiercer scowl, her jaw clenching stubbornly. She’s got a lot more fire in her than I initially thought. The more we push Ava, the harder she seems to fight back.
I like it.
It makes me want to keep poking at her, provoking that feisty little part of herself she tries to keep hidden. She’s so concerned with being perceived as a polite little good girl that she doesn’t even realize how fake she’s being when she stifles her true nature.
I, for one, prefer her vicious side. At least it’s real.
“You need to loosen up, babe,” I muse, cocking my head as I give her a slow once-over. Her shoulders are tense, posture stiff. “You’re wound way too tight.”
She tucks her hair behind her ears and scooches her chair in, pointedly ignoring my comment as her eyes drop to her textbook.
“Raf needs another beer, too!” Ford calls from the other room. The cruel bastard obviously waited for her to settle back in at the table before asking, just to fuck with her.
Ava’s face falls momentarily, but then she’s up out of her chair and on her way back to the fridge, the bottles in the door clanking as she pulls it open. Someone’s a quick learner. I watch as she takes out three beers, winding her fingers around the bottles. She carries them into the living room, placing her body right in front of the TV screen as she comes to a stop.
Ford and Raf loudly object to her blocking their view, mashing the buttons on their controllers frantically as they try to peer around her, but she doesn’t move. Her lips split into a bright smile as she leans forward and drops two of the beers onto the coffee table, rising back to her full height.
“Anything else?” she asks sweetly, really committing to this whole Susie sunshine routine.
Ford throws his controller down with a groan as his player takes a fatal hit, and I can’t help but chuckle to myself. Ava is downright diabolical– I’m not sure whether I’m more surprised or impressed by her right now.
She spins around with a satisfied grin, returning to the kitchen and setting the last beer down on the table in front of me. We make eye contact, and she lifts her brows like she’s waiting for me to thank her.
“Very thoughtful of you,” I remark, reaching out to pick up the beer and cracking it open. “See how much more pleasant things are when you just do as you’re told?”
Her smile falls, that defiant spark igniting in her eyes again. She marches back around to her side of the table and falls into her chair with a huff, cheeks flushed and chest heaving like it took every ounce of energy she possessed not to dump my beer over my head.
It’s a little bit of a rush knowing there’s no limit to how far I can push her. Knowing she has no choice but to keep her mouth shut and do as we say.
“What’s the point of all this, anyways?” she mutters after a long pause, eyes flickering up to lock with mine. “Do you guys get off on torture or something?”
She holds my gaze steady, but there’s a furious quiver in her lips that she can’t quite conceal, and my cock thickens at the sight of it.
“And here I thought we were actually having a nice little study session,” I scoff, giving her a wounded look as I clutch a hand to my chest.
I expect her to snap back with some snarky remark, but she remains silent, staring into my fucking soul like I’m a puzzle she’s desperate to solve.
“Thought you liked me,” I prod, tilting my head mockingly. “I distinctly remember you telling me I’m a nice guy.”
Ava snorts a wry laugh, rolling her eyes and returning her attention to her textbook. “Clearly, I was wrong,” she mumbles, chewing on the inside of her lip absently as she pretends to read the words on the page.
A silence descends over us, punctuated by the occasional shouts from Ford and Raf still playing their game in the next room. I watch Ava with rapt attention as she lets out a small sigh and her fingers start drumming along the edge of the book, faster and faster like they’re trying to keep up with her racing mind.
“C’mere,” I drawl.
Ava’s brown-eyed gaze pings up to lock with mine, clouded with suspicion. She assumes I’m trying to fuck with her– which, to be fair, I usually am. Not a damn thing she can do about it, though.
“Like I said, you’re wound too tight,” I murmur, beckoning her with a lift of my chin and tapping a palm against my thigh.
I watch the silent battle she has with herself as she struggles with whether to comply, hands wrapping around the edge of the table. Her knuckles whiten as she grips it tightly, pushing up from her chair and begrudgingly starting toward me.
I shove back in my own chair to give us a little more room, swiveling in Ava’s direction and patting my thigh again in command. She keeps her gaze downcast as she shuffles closer, stepping between my spread knees and lowering herself down to perch on my thigh. I curl an arm around her waist, dragging her body against mine until her ass is resting right on my crotch.
Ava shifts her weight uncomfortably as she reaches up to finger the charm of her necklace again, flickering me a cautious glance. “Why do I have to wear this?” she questions, brows drawing in. “And why does everyone else know what it means?”
“You really wanna know?” I muse, trailing my knuckles up the side of her bare thigh.
She shivers beneath my touch, dipping her chin in a nod.
My hand cruises up higher, tucking beneath the hem of her skirt. Her muscles tense as I get closer to the apex of her thighs, the heat of her skin searing into my palm. “Don’t fight it,” I growl in her ear, “and I’ll tell you everything.”
Ava sucks in a little breath, but she doesn’t move away. She also doesn’t say a damn word. She just sits there, teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she struggles to keep quiet, letting me touch her.
I’ve been thinking about doing this all day, since I entered the kitchen to find her bent over the stove in a shitty attempt at making breakfast. Even longer than that, if I’m being honest. For weeks, I’ve been thinking about the way Ava reacted the first time we played with her, how she came so hard and so fast it was almost like she’d been starving for it all along.
I start stroking my fingers along her seam through the fabric of her panties, Ava’s breath catching as her body responds. She still doesn’t trust me, and she shouldn’t, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want her to. I want to break her down and build her back up to need me. To need us .
“Well?” she asks, her voice a strained whisper.
“Well,” I echo, feeling the heat radiating from her center as I slip a finger beneath the thin strip of fabric and tease her sensitive skin. “You have to wear the collar because it marks you as our Doll.”
I rub slow circles over her clit, her hips bucking involuntarily to chase my touch. The way she squirms and trembles in my lap is driving me insane, and I find myself leaning in to brush my lips against her ear, dragging her delicate floral scent into my lungs on a deep inhale. “Means you belong to us,” I rasp, nipping her earlobe.
“To you?” she grits out, struggling against the rising pleasure in her voice. Her breathing is uneven now, panting and soft, little gasps escaping her throat as she writhes in my lap. “Or to the Invictus?”
“Both.” I drag my knuckles along her seam, feeling how wet she’s getting, and her back arches into my touch. “But you don’t need to worry about the Invictus right now. The Kings have full reign of Corvus College, so for now, you’re just ours, Ava.”
I pull back slightly to look at her, watching the way her features twist in pleasure as I sink a digit inside her tight heat. She’s beautiful like this, completely vulnerable but still trying to resist. Her eyes flutter shut and I start pumping my finger in and out, reaching my thumb up to rub her clit. “You’re royalty now, baby girl,” I say, dipping my head and pressing my lips against her neck. “You should be grateful.”
“I hate you,” she whimpers as her body begins to tremble, but there’s no anger left in her voice, only the ragged edge of surrender.
“You sure about that?” I snicker, sinking my teeth into the side of her throat.
“I… I…” she pants, back arching as I rub her clit harder. “I wanna know about the Invictus.”
“What about it?” Ford calls from the living room, having abandoned his game in favor of watching the one unfolding in the kitchen. He flips his butterfly knife around in his hand as he rises from the sofa, catching it with practiced ease as he saunters toward us.
“It’s a secret society?” Ava asks breathily, squirming against me. “And you’re all in it?”
Raf glances over at us from the couch, taking in the scene with a neutral expression. “Yep,” he says, popping the ‘p’ and running a hand through his dark curls. He shifts his focus back to the TV screen, but I catch a flicker of something in his eyes before he does– something that tells me he’s not nearly as uninterested as he seems at the sight of Ava splayed out on my lap, hurtling toward climax.
Ava looks up at Ford as he comes to a stop in front of us. “When did you join?” she questions.
“We were technically born into this, but we were fourteen when we were officially initiated,” he replies, sinking his teeth into his lower lip as his eyes hone in on the movement of my hand beneath Ava’s skirt. “Lift that up, babe, I wanna see.”
I do him a solid, using my free hand to shove her skirt up to bunch around her waist, giving him a full view of what I’m doing to her underneath it. Ford’s pupils blow out, hand dropping to his crotch and squeezing.
“Fuck,” he groans, dropping to his knees in front of us.
Ava’s entire body tenses, her voice shrill as she demands, “What are you doing?”
“I want a taste,” Ford declares, grinning wickedly as he reaches forward to run his hands up her soft inner thighs. “Wes got to have one, it’s only fair.”
“What?” Ava chokes, squirming in my lap as if she could actually get away.
I band an arm around her waist in response, holding her body tight to mine and hooking her knees over my own to spread her wide. Flicking her clit a few more times, I slip my fingers out of her tight channel, gripping her hip to hold her in place as Ford moves in closer.
“You got her?” Ford asks me, and I nod as I firm up my grip, excitement buzzing through my veins. This is just the beginning of what’s to come now that she’s our Doll, and I can’t fucking wait to keep playing with her.
Ford looks at Ava with a challenge in his eyes as he leans in, as if he’s daring her to tell him to stop. “Relax, Ava baby,” he drawls, his voice taking on that smooth, taunting quality that seems to drive her wild. “You’ll thank me later.”
She gasps as he lifts his butterfly knife, whimpering some unintelligible objection as he lowers it between her legs. Slipping the blade beneath the fabric of her panties, he starts cutting them away.
I swear this girl gets off on fear. Ava’s heart is pounding, her breath coming out in short pants as Ford tosses away the shredded cotton and dives right in. She shudders violently the second his mouth makes contact, her hands flying up to wrap around my neck from behind, bracing herself for his onslaught.
“See?” I tease as Ford licks a long, slow line along her pussy, swirling his tongue around her clit. “You’ve got a King on his knees. Look how good it is to be our Doll.”
Ava struggles for a moment longer, biting down on her lip and gasping for air, but the more Ford works his mouth on her, the harder it is for her to keep up the pretense. Her head falls back, resting against my shoulder, and I can’t resist leaning in to whisper filthy things in her ear as he drives her to the brink of ruin.
“Does it feel good, Ava?” I breathe, grinding my erection against her ass as I lick and nip at the side of her neck.
She lets out a broken whimper, Ford chuckling softly against her before pushing two fingers inside and taking her clit between his lips.
Raf suddenly shoves up from the couch in the living room with a grunt, stomping off down the hall toward his bedroom. He’s only hurting himself by being so damn stubborn–the dude’s missing a hell of a fucking show. I’ve got a front-row seat, and I’m captivated by the way Ava’s completely lost to it. Lost to us . Her skin glistens under the lights as I run my hands up her thighs, over the swell of her tits, around her neck as she arches her back and gives in.
“Come for us, Doll,” I murmur, feeling her body tense as her orgasm barrels down on her.
She buries her face into my shoulder to muffle the helpless sounds that spill from her mouth as she comes undone, trembling and writhing on my lap as Ford laps up her release. He doesn’t stop until she’s limp in my arms, and even then, he takes his time before getting to his feet and wiping his mouth off with the back of a tattooed hand. He gives Ava a pointed look as he lifts his knife, flipping it shut in one swift motion.
“If you wanna return the favor, you know where to find me,” he says, winking at her as he slips the knife into his pocket and turns to head for his room.