28. Mackenzie
Chapter 28
Mackenzie
The sun beats down, and a happy atmosphere fills the air. For once in my life, I don’t feel like a misfit, and I’m feeling kind of happy, too. It’s strange to have this little fizzing of joy inside me after all that’s happened, but the sun is shining and fun is afoot, and I’m with my men.
It’s been a few days now since Dom’s confrontation with his father, and things finally seem to be on an even keel. I know Mom and Nataniele aren’t happy about our relationships, but, other than the occasional disapproving look, they haven’t brought it up again.
I haven’t had any more creepy messages from Paxton either, which is a relief. I was tempted to destroy my SIM and get a new phone, but there’s also the part of me that wants to keep track of him. Lola has promised she’ll get in touch if she hears he’s returned home, but so far there’s been nothing. I hope he’s crawled into a hole somewhere and he’ll stay there for the rest of his life. After dealing with the likes of Grigoriy and his men, Paxton now seems like nothing more than a pathetic irritation. I’m not sure why I allowed him so much of my headspace.
“Hey, girl.” Camile plops down beside me on the blanket.
I smile over at her. “Hey.”
We’re on a slope, overlooking the sports field. The four houses of Verona Falls University are playing each other in a baseball game, and, right now, Dom seems to have hit a home run. He’s only seconds away from home base, and I start to clap and cheer. Tino, who’s on the other side of me, whistles, and Kirill, who is also playing, jumps up and down on the field.
The crowds are slowly gathering, and apparently, from what I’ve been told, as the afternoon progresses, things will only get increasingly fun and rowdy.
“It’s the one day all the different factions take a break from trying to beat one another up,” Camile says with a giggle. “Our version of the famous soccer match on Christmas Eve during the First World War.”
“What soccer match?” Tino asks. His fingers idly brush up and down my bare arm.
The sun warms me, and I tilt my head up and smile.
“There was a Christmas truce in 1914,” Camile says, “and the German and British soldiers met in no man’s land and exchanged gifts and played soccer.”
“Wow.” Tino’s fingers trail along my wrist and then back up, slowly, sending a delicious tremor down my spine. “That’s pretty cool.”
“Not if they all killed one another after,” I say. “It’s really sad.”
I stare out at the field and watch the game, though I’m not really interested in the result. I’m not a big sports fan and don’t really understand the rules of baseball. Still, it’s nice to soak up the atmosphere and see everyone enjoying themselves. Most people are dressed in light, summer clothing, despite it being fall, or sports gear, and there are games of more seasonally appropriate things like apple bobbing off to one side.
I’m sitting with my legs tucked to one side of me, and I pull at the short skirt of my sundress, trying not to expose too much thigh. I’ve kicked off my white sneakers and socks, preferring to have the soft, green grass underfoot instead.
I close my eyes and let my thoughts drift.
Something in the air changes, and I open my eyes, almost expecting to discover the sun has darted behind a heavy thundercloud. A murmur, a ripple of something like excitement, surfs the crowd like a wave. The chatter approaches us, rumbling like a storm, and I turn my head, frowning.
Walking right in front of the field where the game is being played are three tall, dark-haired figures.
I watch them and recognize two of them. Mattheo and Louis, who everyone refers to as the Vipers. I don’t recognize the guy with them, though. Hell, this guy is huge. He’s taller than the twins—and even taller than Kirill. It’s not only his height that makes him big, but the way he’s bulked with muscle, filling out the long dark coat he really doesn’t need in this weather. He even has a scarf wrapped around his thick throat.
“Holy shit,” Camile exclaims.
Tino blows out a low breath. “He’s back.”
“Who? Who is he?” I ask, confused.
The three men have turned and are headed up the hill, right toward us, although they aren’t looking our way.
“ Insane Zane,” Camile whispers.
I snort loudly and regret it when a few heads turn my way. “Camile, that’s not very politically correct, or kind toward mental health issues,” I admonish.
“That’s his fucking nickname,” Tino mutters, “and it’s well deserved because he’s one unhinged dude.”
My God, if one of my men thinks this Zane character is unhinged, he must be bad. I look at the new arrival and, as I do, his head swivels my way.
He’s wearing sunglasses, so I can’t see his eyes, but I feel his gaze on me. It’s branding me everywhere it touches with a freezer-burn of fear.
Shit. I don’t like the feeling of him looking at me at all.
His gaze leaves me, his head turning to the right when someone yells to him, calling his name, and I heave a huge sigh of relief.
“Jesus, he’s creepy,” I say to Camile, my voice low.
“He’s dangerous,” she says. “I’d avoid him, and all of them.”
“The way you do?” I ask, disliking the way she sometimes tells me how to live my life while doing the exact opposite herself.
“Trust me, Mackenzie, I do avoid them as much as I can. I know what you saw in the hall, but it’s not what you think.”
“What was it, then?”
She sighs. “They want a new victim, and they were trying me on for size, but Mattheo is known for having expensive tastes, so I’m clearly not what he wanted.”
“What do you mean, he has expensive tastes?” I ask, wondering what that’s got to do with Camile.
“He likes fine wine, and dining, and fucking classical music—shit like that. That’s why everyone calls him Saint.”
I frown, not understanding. “What’s Saint got to do with anything?”
“Saint Laurant?” She shrugs. “It’s spelled differently, but it’s basically cause that’s his surname and he wouldn’t be seen dead in anything other than designer clothes.” She gives a cold laugh. “I’m too common for him. I’m definitely not the kind of woman he’d want on his arm at the opera.”
“You’re not common, Camile,” I say.
“If it keeps them away from me, I don’t care. Besides, they also didn’t get the reaction they wanted, so in the end, they left me alone.”
“What reaction do they want?” I ask.
“Fear,” Tino says. “They drink it up like vampires drink blood.”
I shiver a little at his words, but they make me think back. I turn to him. “I don’t think they’re that different from you guys, then.”
“What?” His eyes widen. “Seriously?”
“Oh, yeah. You liked to scare me half to death when we first met.”
He grins, all sexy and boyish. For a moment, it makes him look a few years younger than he is.
“Nah,” he says. “That was just a bit of mild teasing.”
I raise my brows, but he shrugs. “Just fucking with you, Duchess.” Then he leans in close and whispers in my ear. “I’m fucking with you because I can’t be fucking you right now, and this is like foreplay for me.”
The nip to my ear has a tiny squeak escaping me, and Camile shoots Tino a disgruntled glance.
“I’m going to get something to eat and drink. Do you ladies want anything?” Tino asks.
“Just a Coke, please.” I grin.
“Dr Pepper for me, please,” Camile says.
Tino nods at us and jogs down the hill.
Camile gives me her full attention. “So … you look happy.”
I can’t help it; a grin splits my face. “I am. For today, at least. Things aren’t easy.”
“In what way? If those Devils are hurting you, I swear, babe, I’ll deal with them.”
I giggle. “Thanks for offering, but no, it’s not. It’s … there’s so much to say. Can I tell you another time?”
She nods. “Sure.”
“Well, if it isn’t Camile and her little friend.”
I jump at the voice and look up to see one of the twins sneering down at us. His brother is not with him, but the new arrival, Zane, is right by his side.
“Piss off, Lex,” Camile snaps.
Lex must be a nickname for Louis. I have no idea how she knows which is which. They seem identical to me, with their thick black hair and blue eyes. He has a small mole on his neck, and I wonder if that’s the difference between him and his brother.
I’m shocked to hear Camile speak to him in this way, and my eyes widen, but she gives him the finger and turns to face me. Deliberately ignoring him, she starts to talk to me about our plans for the evening. I struggle to concentrate on what she’s saying because my peripheral vision catches Zane hunkering down next to us.
His huge form seems to block out the sun, and he removes his sunglasses to reveal strange colored eyes—green with a hint of amber around the edges. He stares right at us both, and I shift uncomfortably.
Camile turns to him, but this time her feistiness seems to have deserted her. “What do you want?”
The huge man says nothing but continues to stare. I don’t understand what’s happening here.
“Zane,” the twin says, “stop being freaky. You’ll scare the new girl.” Louis laughs, and it’s deep and depraved.
Zane cocks his head to one side and observes me like a bird of prey watching a field mouse. Then, without turning around, he signs something to Louis.
A deep voice from my right startles me.
“She’s called Mackenzie.”
Tino hands me my drink and stares down at Zane.
“And she’s with the Devils,” he adds.
Zane nods once. Then he stands, glances over at Tino, shrugs, and strolls away.
What the fuck?
“Is he deaf?” I ask Camile.
“No, not deaf, but he can’t speak.”
“Why not?”
“Cat got his tongue,” Tino drawls as he sits back down beside me, passing the Dr Pepper to Camile.
I nudge him in the side and shake my head, but I’m smiling at his goofiness.
“He was cut across the throat, they say,” Camile explains. “It damaged his larynx, and he’s just had another surgery to try to fix things, which is where he’s been all semester, but he still can’t speak.”
“How long hasn’t he been speaking?”
She shrugs. “As long as I’ve been here.”
“Wow. So, he knows sign language?” That makes me think he’s been unable to speak for a long time.
“Some, and him and the other two Vipers have made some up, too. It’s like their own weird, little language.” She shivers. “They all give me the damn creeps. He also carries a pencil and pad with him, and writes shit on that, and he uses his phone, too.”
Kirill strolls up the hill toward us. The injuries his father gave him are starting to heal now, though they’re still obvious. He’s smiling as he approaches, and although melancholy lingers in his blue eyes, he seems as determined as I am to enjoy the day.
Does he feel like I did when I lost my dad, as if part of the roof blew off my house? It’s a strange and scary feeling. One that leaves you unmoored and lost. Familiar places suddenly seem new, and the world can recede as if locked behind a glass wall you just can’t break through.
“If you guys will excuse me, I’m just going to pop to the ladies’ room.” Camile giggles and hops to her feet, brushing down the back of her dress to dislodge any dried grass.
I laugh at her posh turn of phrase, and Kirill sinks down next to me, taking her spot.
“How are you doing?” I ask.
“Good,” he says. “Better now that I’m next to you.”
“Barf,” Tino mutters.
“It’s called romance,” Kirill says. “You ought to try it sometime.”
“I don’t need romance,” Tino responds smartly. “I’ve got my monster dick.”
I have just taken a swig of my drink, and I snort and choke.
“Holy hell, try not to kill the Duchess.” Dom jogs up to us and glares at Tino and Kirill. “We’re supposed to be keeping her safe, guys, not causing death by soda.”
He turns his back and drops to the ground directly in front of me, positioning himself between my thighs. With his back to me, he grabs my bare legs and hooks them on either side of his thighs, then leans into me, his hands on my feet. Tino drapes an arm around my shoulder, and Kirill plays with a strand of my hair.
They’re claiming me in front of the entire school.
Everyone can see us together, and I’m proud to be with them. This moment is us going official on some level.
“Everyone can see,” I whisper.
“Let them, Duchess,” Dom says. “Our parents know. What more do we have to hide?”
He turns, tosses me a wink, and runs his hand higher up my leg. His touch is amazing, and I find myself letting out a sigh of pleasure. My legs are already on either side of his thighs, and my panties would be on display, if it wasn’t for Dom’s body blocking the way. Tino leans in and kisses my neck. I tilt my head to one side, giving him better access. His tongue darts out, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“I’m not getting left out this time,” Kirill growls, edging closer.
He leans in to kiss me, and his hand slides between my thighs.
My body is already alight with arousal, my nipples crinkling, and heat gathering at my core. We’re surrounded by people, but no one can really see what’s going on. Encompassed by all three men, I doubt I’m even visible, unless someone had a drone hovering above us. It still turns me on, knowing someone might see us, though. What is it with me and sex out in the open? It’s a kink I never knew I had until I met the Devils.
Kirill pushes my panties to one side, then his finger slides up and down my pussy.
“Already wet,” he says as he breaks the kiss. “Dirty little slut. Are you a slut for us, Mackenzie? Taking it out in the open like this.”
His mouth claims mine again, and I gasp and nod frantically against him. I’ll be whatever they want me to be.
He rubs my clit, and Tino’s hand finds my breast. Tino continues to kiss and suck my neck, as his fingers pinch my nipple through my sundress. Dom lifts my left foot to his mouth, and wet heat encloses my toes. It’s ticklish at first, but the ticklishness quickly fades when Kirill slides a finger inside me.
“Oh, God,” I gasp, my hips lifting, but his other hand covers my mouth.
“Shh, our little slut has to be quiet while we make her come, or everyone is going to know what we are doing to her.”
I stare into his blue eyes, even as his finger slides in and out of me. “Are you going to be quiet?” he asks. “Or do we have to expose this pretty pussy to the whole school?”
I nod franticly.
He replaces his hand with his mouth and kisses me again. “Good girl.”
“My turn,” Tino says.
Kirill slides his finger from me and brings it to his mouth. He sucks off my arousal, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. It’s so fucking hot, I think I might explode.
But then Tino pushes a finger inside me, and I snap my attention to him. Dom is still kissing and licking my toes—he’s always had a thing about my feet. I remember when he bought me those fuck-me pumps. Hadn’t he wanted me to stand on him in them?
Tino’s thumb presses on my clit as he finger fucks me. I know I’m going to come soon. The attention of all these men, out here in the open, is too much. I curl into myself, pressing my forehead to Dom’s solid back. Kirill takes my hand and places it over his shorts, so I can feel his hardness, letting me know he wants me.
I climax hard and almost silently, shuddering and shaking between them. My whimpers are soft, and my body stiffens and arches. My pussy pulses around Tino’s finger.
“Good girl,” Tino says. “Now we’re taking you down to the den so we can take turns fucking you.”
Tino pulls my skirt back around my thighs, and Dom stands.
He leans down, and I think he’s going to help me to my feet, as my legs are still shaky, but then he ducks down and hauls me up. In a second, my feet leave the ground, and I find myself thrown over his shoulder.
“Dom!” I squeal, perfectly aware that in my short dress, my panties—which are soaked—are on display. I’m glad I’m not wearing a thong, or my ass would be on display to the entire school right now.
But he slaps the back of my thigh with a flat palm, the crack sounding across the field, and I squeal again.
“You’re coming with us, Duchess.”
My face is so hot, I think I might spontaneously combust. I simultaneously want to kill him and fuck him. People are noticing, and I hear ripples of laughter. I’m fully aware that Dom’s handprint is showing as red marks on my white thigh.
“You are so dead,” I warn him.
He only chuckles and keeps walking. I sense everyone watching, and I’m relieved when we enter the building and vanish from view. Dom still doesn’t put me down, though, and instead carries me through the much darker, cooler hallways. Kirill and Valentino flank him. Before long, we’re in the den, and Dom throws me onto the couch like I weigh nothing.
I try to leap back up, but he pushes me down. Valentino and Kirill move in closer, so all three of them are crowded around me.
Dom purses his lips and shakes his head. “Uh-uh, Duchess. You’re not going anywhere.”
“You won’t get away—” I start.
He drops to his knees in front of me, yanks me toward him so I’m half-off the couch, and pushes my legs apart. In a swift movement, he rolls my panties down, tossing them away, and then covers my pussy with his mouth. My threat dies on my lips as he plunges his tongue inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan.
Kirill moves behind the couch, and his fingers cup my chin. He tilts my head back, and then ducks down to kiss me. I arch my hips up as Dom swirls his tongue around my clit. I’m still so sensitive from them fingering me in the field, and now I’m flying on a whole new level. Dom slides two fingers back inside me as he continues to flick my clit with his tongue, and Kirill captures my cries in his mouth. It doesn’t take long before I’ve slid halfway down the couch and I’m riding Dom’s face—albeit horizontally.
“I’m gonna come,” I gasp. “Oh, shit. Oh, yes.”
But to my frustration, Tino interrupts.
“Don’t let her come yet.”
Dom immediately pulls away from me, and I give a cry of frustration. I reach between my thighs to finish myself off, but Kirill grabs both my hands, stopping me. I squirm with need.
“Let’s play a game,” Tino announces. “Mackenzie is blindfolded and bent over the couch, then we each get the chance to fuck her.”
A murmur of agreement rises among the other two, but he holds up a finger to stop them.
“But we have one rule,” he continues. “We each only get three thrusts before we have to pull out and let the next one go.”
“Three?” I exclaim. “You’ll never be able to get off with only three.”
“Who won’t?” Tino asks.
“Any of you!” Despite my frustration, I’m half laughing at the idea. They’re going to end up fighting over fucking me.
“Okay, five thrusts,” Tino relents, “but Kenzie doesn’t know which of us it is, and whoever makes her come, wins.”
“What if we come first?” Kirill asks.
“Then you lose.”
Kirill grins. “Coming inside Mackenzie doesn’t sound like a loss to me.”
Dom chuckles. “But whoever comes inside her last will be fucking her with all the rest of our cum inside her too. Isn’t that like your dream scenario, Kill?”
I’m going to be able to tell the difference between them—especially Tino with all his piercings—but I don’t tell them that. Let them have their fun. Besides, the idea of each of them taking their turn with me is hot.
“I’m up for it,” I say.
I reach a hand to Dom, and he pulls me up and spins me around so I’m bent over the couch. I’m already without my panties, so he just flips up the short skirt of my sundress so it rides over my hips. Tino has found a silk scarf from the drawer they’ve been slowly filling with lingerie and toys for us to play with down here. He covers my eyes with the silky cool material, the room around me vanishing, and ties it at the back of my head.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs.
In the dark now, I spread my legs. I’m still wet and swollen from them fingering me, and now I feel wantonly exposed. The rustle of clothing being removed around me only heightens the unbearable tension. Then hands grip my hips, and a smooth cockhead nudges at my entrance. I curl my fingers into the sides of the coach and groan as the cock penetrates me and slides deeper. Not Tino, so either Dom or Kirill. I suspect it’s Dom, as he likes to be the leader and will want to go first.
“You need to count,” Tino says, somewhere over my shoulder, but not directly behind me—just as I’d expected.
A cock is embedded deep inside me now. Whoever it belongs to is holding still, making the most of their time.
“One,” I exhale.
Oh, so slowly, they pull back out of me, almost to the point where they’d slip out completely if they went any farther, and, with equally maddening slowness, they slide back in again. Oh, fuck. My breathing grows ragged. God, that feels good.
“Two.”
I know it’s Dom for sure now. I recognize the woodsy scent he wears as he fucks me with another stroke.
But I don’t want to spoil the game.
“Three.”
He rams into me, driving the words from my tongue with each slam of his hips.
“Four. Five…”
“Times up, dude.” Tino’s voice.
Dom growls from behind me. “Dammit.” He holds on tight, sinking himself as deep as he can go. His cock twitches inside me.
But then he pulls out, and I’m left bereft. But not for long. A different cockhead presses to my pussy, and I feel the coolness of the metal and the friction of the metal balls against my inside walls.
Tino.
He thrusts inside me. “One,” I gasp. Just like with Dom, he holds still, taking his time, making the most of being inside me.
“Two…three…four…”
He fucks me with smooth, deep strokes.
“Ah, fuck, five.”
I feel wanton and filthy, being used like this. I love every second of it.
He gives a groan of frustration, but he pulls out as they swap again, and someone else starts fucking me. It must be Kirill.
I count his pumps inside of me, and then they switch.
The three of them each started off slowly, but now their need is building. I’m blindfolded, but I can tell by the sounds around me that, when they’re not inside me, they’re touching themselves, keeping themselves hard for me, while not climaxing. It must be a tricky rope to walk.
Pressure is building inside me, and I want to come, but each time one of them pulls out of me, it breaks the path to my orgasm. They’re not only edging themselves, but me, too. At this rate, we’re all going to lose our minds before we climax.
I’ve stopped keeping track of whose cock is inside me. I no longer care. All I want is to be fucked, and fucked hard. I reach between my thighs, clamping my arm between my body and the couch cushions, to rub my clit.
“Ah, shit, I can’t stop. I can’t.” It’s Dom. He slams into me.
“You’ve got to stop, D,” Tino says. “You’ve had your five strokes.”
“Fuck you,” he growls from between clenched teeth.
I chase my orgasm as he does the same. He lets out a roar and releases himself inside me, but I haven’t quite reached my peak.
Tino is next, sliding deep. “Fuck, D. Your cum is all over my cock. I think I’m going to be next. Kill will like that.”
It’s almost sweet that they want to fill me up for Kirill. The noises that are filling the room are embarrassing, so wet and squelchy, but I don’t think they care. Tino counts his strokes, and then Kirill slips inside me.
There’s barely a pause now as they switch, one taking place of the other.
I’m lost in the heady eroticism of the moment. As my climax creeps closer, I completely lose track of who is inside me. It’s all about cocks and hands and mouths, and I no longer care what belongs to whom.
The most powerful orgasm of my life hits me. I swear my brain disengages from my body for a few seconds, and I’m soaring on a whole other level. My pussy clamps around the cock filling me, pulsing and rippling. I shake and shudder, every muscle coiled and tight. It doesn’t let go of me, but sends my pleasure cascading over me again and again.
It’s only when I come down that I feel Tino releasing spurt after spurt inside me.
He high-fives Kirill while his cock is still inside me. “I won,” he says. “I made Kenzie come.”
I manage to gasp, “I think you all played your part in that.”
Tino slips out of me, and hot fluid gushes down the inside of my thighs.
“Hold still, Kukla ,” Kirill says, placing his hand on my lower back to hold me in place.
He pushes the head of his cock so it’s just the tip in my gaping pussy. He’s swimming in cum, and then he masturbates until his breathing is ragged. When he’s close, he thrusts forward, into my slippery heat. A jet of hot semen travels up through his cock, spilling inside me as well.
“Holy fuck,” he curses. “That was intense.”
I’m trembling all over, my muscles at the point of exhaustion.
“Come here, baby,” Dom says, pulling me into his arms. “Now we get to clean you all up.”
I let out a happy sigh and relax against him. This is my favorite part—when they all take care of me. The fucking is about them desiring me, but this is them showing their love.