Chapter Nine
Zay
Perched precariously on top of the shelf like some kind of predator, I watch Skye through the gap between the books. She’s got her head buried in her studies, completely oblivious to how we’ve cleared out every other student from the library.
My purple glow mask sits beside me, and the anticipation pulses through my veins like a drug. Stalking someone has never appealed to me the way it does to Silas—I’m more of a direct-approach kind of guy. Yet watching her, knowing what’s ahead, has my heart racing in a way I did not expect.
I shift slightly, and the shelf creaks just enough to test whether she’ll look up. She doesn’t, far too focused on whatever she’s studying to notice.
My earpiece crackles to life. “Positions,” Kain’s voice cuts through the silence.
I tap twice in response, then Silas sinuously emerges from behind the reference section; he moves differently when he’s in stalker mode.
Skye’s phone buzzes on the table. She glances at it, and her body language shifts. Her senses are now alert as she scans the too-quiet library with wary hazel eyes.
“She knows,” I whisper into my mic.
“Good,” Kain responds. “Let the fun begin.”
I slide the mask over my face.
Below me, Skye’s head snaps around at the sound of a book hitting the floor—Silas’s doing, no doubt. She rises to her feet, gathering her things.
“Hello, beautiful,” I whisper, knowing the voice modulator will carry my words just far enough for her to hear.
She freezes. Her head whips around, searching for me, but I’m already on the move. I drop from the shelf, landing between the stacks.
She bolts.
I let her get away, and she turns for the main entrance. She probably thinks she can make it outside, but what she doesn’t know is that Kain is positioned there, waiting.
I follow her, taking my time. This isn’t only about catching her; it’s about the chase. She wants the fear.
“Run faster, beautiful,” I call out.
She’s at the main doors now, rattling the handles.
“Doors are locked.” Kain’s voice echoes from near the entrance.
Skye changes direction, heading deeper into the library instead of toward us. It’s exactly what we want. She races up the stairs to the second floor two at a time as Kain and I follow behind her.
I move faster now, my boots making noise on the marble floor. I want her to hear me coming.
“The second floor won’t save you,” I taunt her. “Have you never watched a scary movie?”
The second floor is darker, more mazelike, with narrow corridors between the shelves. I can hear her hurrying away somewhere ahead, and I pause at the top of the stairs to listen.
“Marco,” I call out, not expecting a reply.
A book falls in an aisle to my left. I round a corner and catch a glimpse of her, ducking between the shelves. “Found you.”
She gasps and takes off running again, but as she reaches the far side of the floor, she realizes her mistake—it’s a dead end. Nothing but a wall of windows looking out onto the quad below. And when she turns, I’m there, blocking her path.
But just as I’m about to close in, movement in my periphery catches my eye.
Silas emerges from the shadows to her left, so I stop and let him take the lead. She is his obsession. I’m here to make sure this doesn’t go sideways, more so with Kain than Silas.
He doesn’t speak at first, just watches her, with his head tilted like he’s studying every expression that crosses her face. His gaze drops to her throat, and even through the mask, I can tell he notices something.
“Hello, Skye,” he finally says. “Did you really think you could run from me?”
She presses back against the window, trapped between us and the glass.
“I’ve been watching you,” Silas continues, taking another slow step closer. “Where are your pearls?”
“My mother.” The words come out bitter. “She wants to control me.”
Silas has always been obsessed with the details, and she shivers at his words.
Silas reaches out, not quite touching her face. “You’re beautiful without them.”
Her eyes widen, and I realize why when Kain stalks past me and pushes Silas out of the way. He picks her up and throws her over his shoulder.
“Enough fucking around. I’ll show her what happens to little obsessions.”
She squeals as Kain stomps toward a closed door, lifts a boot, and kicks the door, buckling it off its hinges.
Shit, that’s going to cost me. The space beyond looks like an old filing room; stacks of paper line the desk in the center, and the only other things inside are filing cabinets.
He swipes his free arm across the desk, and papers fall to the floor, then he deposits her onto the wooden surface.
He pulls off her Air Force Ones and grabs the bottom of her sweats, yanking them down her legs. It leaves her with nothing but a tiny black thong covering her bottom half.
“Touch yourself. Show us how desperate you are,” Kain demands.
She hesitates, her hand trembling, and I can’t help the grin on my lips. “Go on, pretty thing,” I encourage, leaning against the filing cabinets as if I’ve got all the time in the world. “You get off on us watching you.”
Her hand moves to her stomach, and she slides it down to her thong before moving it aside.
Silas steps closer. “Perfect.”
His hands clench at his sides—the restraint it is taking him not to touch her is almost painful to watch. He’s been surveilling her for too long, obsessing over what it would be like to have her, but now that he does, he can’t seem to make the move.
Her moan slips free, and Kain’s jaw ticks. He crouches beside her, gripping her wrist until her fingers move faster. “Good girl. Now spread those legs wide. Don’t hide from us.”
I shift in front of her, and pull out my cock, wrapping my fingers around the base. “Open your mouth.” Her lips part, and I stroke myself until I see her body start to tremble.
“That’s it, show us who you belong to,” Kain says, releasing her wrist.
I’m transfixed as she works her pussy, and the second her body jerks with her release, I spill across her chin and throat, ropes of my cum marking her skin. “There. A pearl necklace only we get to give you.”
Kain doesn’t let her come down from her orgasm. His fingers slide through the mess she left behind, pushing her open. She gasps, trying to pull back, but he holds her steady. “You’re not done until I say.”
Silas finally breaks, stepping in and brushing the hair from her face. His thumb trails over her cheek with something that borders on worship. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. How long I’ve wanted you.”
He grabs her ankles and pulls her down the length of the table until her ass hangs off the edge. He spreads her wide, his palms firm on the inside of her thighs, and I know the restraint he’s been holding onto is gone. “Mine.”
Silas lines himself up, his thick cock so hard it looks like it’s ready to explode, and even I let out a low curse when I see how much she’ll have to take. He pushes forward slowly, inch by inch, and her pussy struggles to stretch around him.
Her head falls back as a gasp rips out of her. “Oh, fuck!”
Silas groans. “So tight. You were made for me.” He pushes in deeper, forcing her to take more, his hands clamping down on her thighs, holding her open.
She writhes, caught between pleasure and pain at being filled so full. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” Kain cuts in as Silas pushes in the last few inches until he’s buried to the hilt. “You’ll take every fucking inch of him.”
Silas doesn’t move right away; instead, he hooks her ankles over his shoulders.
Kain’s voice cuts through the tension. “Move. She’s waiting for you.”
Skye whimpers. Her pussy looks perfect stuffed full of him, and the sight makes my cock ache.
Silas drags back slowly and then thrusts forward hard enough that the table makes a weird sound. I step closer, watching her face shift between pain and pleasure, her lips trembling as she breathes out, “Fuck . . . oh fuck.”
“That’s it.” Silas rolls his hips, driving into her again. “Let them hear who’s inside you now.”
Kain circles to her head and grips her jaw, tilting her chin down. “Keep your eyes open and look at him while he ruins your pretty little cunt.”
Her gaze flicks back to Silas, and he groans, slamming deeper. I lean down, my hand trailing over her throat, through the sticky mess I left. “You’re fucking beautiful like this. Our pretty little obsession.”
Silas curses, hips pumping harder, his rhythm relentless now. Skye’s moans break into gasps and whimpers.
“Take it,” Kain orders, sliding his thumb over her bottom lip until she opens for him. “Take everything we give you.”
Silas drives in with one last brutal thrust and shudders, burying himself inside her. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”
Her body quivers under him, her pussy clenching tight, and the sound that rips out of her is music to my ears. After a moment’s pause, Silas steps back, his cock glistening with her arousal, and I want to fall to my knees and taste them both.
Kain doesn’t give Skye a chance to rest, flipping her over in one brutal move.
“Open your mouth,” he commands, and she obeys, parting her lips. He fists her hair, keeping her head tilted just right. “Is your mouth going to take my cock as well as your cunt took his?”
I step closer—I want to taste her. I slide two fingers between her thighs, where she is dripping with Silas’s release, and I groan as the warm mess coats my skin.
“Fuck,” I rasp, spreading her open. “You’re soaked in him.”
I lift my mask and bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting the combination of her mixed with Silas. I close my eyes, savoring the flavor as I suck them clean.
Silas growls from beside me, watching my every move.
Kain drives deeper into her throat, his grip firm, forcing her to take him. “Eyes on me,” he grits out.
I slide my fingers back inside her, curling them this time.
Her body jerks, and I pull my fingers out of her, then drop to my knees.
I spread her cheeks apart, lean forward and lick her pussy, making sure I clean every last drop of Silas’ cum from her.
She moans around Kain’s cock, her body shakes, and her muffled cries get louder.
Moving my hand, I press my thumb to her tight little hole, and as I suck her clit into my mouth, I push my thumb in her ass.
A strangled noise escapes her, and she gasps for air around Kain’s cock—I don’t have long left with my mask off before I get caught.
Her scream rips out, echoing through the room.
Her whole body shakes, and I groan into her, licking greedily as she squirts.
I hear Kain’s groan as I lap up every drop, refusing to let a single bit go to waste.
My tongue works faster as I seal my mouth over her until she trembles so hard she can’t hold herself up, and her body flops onto the table.
I don’t bother wiping my face; instead, I smirk at Kain as I slip my mask back on.
I glance over at Silas, who is looking at the mess we’ve made, and I shake my head. Shifting around the table, I help Skye sit up as Silas moves to get her sweats and hands them to me.
Once I have her dressed, she smiles at me. “That was . . . wow,” she says, before laughing.
I have to agree—that sure was something else.