Chapter 13 Inside the Enemy Camp
Inside the Enemy Camp
Harper
Nerves scatter through me as we approach the lawn. I swear the Cheermonsters got into my head with their talk of keeping the guys satisfied. Caden didn’t make me suck him off. I mean, last night should be enough for now, right?
I almost open my mouth to ask Caden, but we reach the lawn and the masses are excited to see one of their rulers. With the arm not around me, Caden greets some of the JV football players. Their eyes stray to me for a brief second before their gazes skitter away.
Caden talks to them, holding me against his side. The hair on the back of my neck rises.
Grant Perkins draws my attention. He’s leaning against the house below a window.
There’s no reason why I should notice him.
His pose is relaxed, except his narrowed gaze doesn’t stray from me.
Seriously? Like it’s my fault he decided to be a dickhead and the horsemen took it out on him. Frankly, he creeps me out.
But I guess that’s part of being owned by the horsemen. People actually notice me now. A few girls say hi to me as we make our way into the house. I return their greeting but I don’t really know who they are. This is where I need Kenz. She knows everyone.
The house is flooded with music, so loud it almost hurts my ears. Bass thrums through my body. Caden doesn’t release me as he walks into the kitchen. He leans down to my ear. “You want something to drink?”
“A soda.” I glance around for a closed container of soda.
“Nah, little nympho, tonight you’re drinking the good stuff.” Caden grabs a bottle of rum and a two liter of Coke that haven’t been opened yet. He also grabs a couple of cups.
“I’ve never drank alcohol before, Caden,” I try to protest. It’s not like I’ve been partying for years.
Handing me the soda and rum, he fills the cups with ice. I balance the bottles in my arms against my body.
“Good. I want to see what happens when Harper Davidson gets sloppy drunk. It’s a first, and I want to take it.” His green eyes capture mine. “I’ve got you. Nothing will happen. I’m not leaving that sweet ass alone tonight.”
My cheeks heat. He leads me farther into the party. It feels weird carrying soda and rum, but I guess that’s part of being owned. We head into a large room, normally a family room and breakfast area. The lights are dim.
A bunch of people sit at the breakfast table with a bottle between them. The family room furniture is around the outskirts of the room. The TV is on, playing dance music while high schoolers grinding on each other fill the empty space.
It’s hard to recognize anyone with the lights so low, but I think I see Penny and Vicky.
They texted today, and I let them know I’d be at the party tonight.
Kenz should be here somewhere too. Caden leads me into a darkened corner.
Hands take the bottles from me, and before I can see who took them, lips claim mine.
Jack. His tongue teases my lips, and I let him inside. The taste of something sharp and alcoholic fills my senses. Caden’s arm remains around me, but he shifts behind me. His hard cock presses against my ass.
“I’ve missed your mouth,” Jack whispers against my lips, and I barely hear him over the music. He presses another kiss against my lips before he steps back.
Eli steps into the space and tugs me down with him on the couch. My hands on his shoulders, I straddle his lap as he captures my mouth. Whatever Jack drank, Eli did too, because they have the same flavor on top of their own tastes.
Pulling away, he leans back on the couch.
Nico reaches out and grabs my hair to pull my mouth to his while I stay on Eli’s lap.
I’m not as used to kissing Nico. Tingles fill my body, as if kissing him is wrong, but at the same time, his lips feel so right against mine.
His kiss is just as dominant, but there’s a hint of sweetness the others don’t have.
Nico and I have a foundation of friendship, while the other horsemen are just conquerors. He lifts his mouth and leans his forehead against mine. “I’m glad you’re here.”
His words spark something inside me. I lean in and kiss him. “Me too.”
Hands lift me from Eli to stand. Turning, I meet Luke’s icy eyes. He backs me up against the wall. My breath catches as his eyes burn with that cold fire. My pulse throbs in my veins, wanting what he gives me.
“Princess.” His mouth falls on mine, devouring me. No gentle teasing from Death. No, he takes and takes. I do my best to keep up, giving in to the heat flooding me. His hand reaches between my legs and runs along my panties against my clit. I gasp and clench my thighs together around his hand.
Anyone can see what he’s doing. Sure, it’s dark, but people pay attention to what the horsemen do. And while everyone is aware of the horsemen owning me, the kissing is proof enough.
His mouth goes to my ear. “I’m going to take these later.”
“Caden already called dibs,” I dare the monster against me.
“Then I’ll take what’s under it.” His finger slips under the edge of my panties and thrusts deep inside me. I gasp at the intrusion, but also want him to keep going. Desire coils through me hot and wild.
“So fucking wet, princess.”
Oh, fuck. I’m melting against him, ready for the pleasure he’ll give me. Someone yells in the background. Suddenly high schoolers are everywhere again, and reason wins out.
“Luke, not here.”
“Anywhere I want, princess.” He brings his gaze to mine as he continues to thrust his finger in and out of me, stirring up a need I’m not strong enough to resist.
No one can see us back here, anyway. His body blocks me from the rest of the room. My heart throbs as our eyes lock, and the people around us fade back into this low hum of light and noise.
Until it’s just him and me.
Wondering how he likes to be fondled in public, I slide my hand down his chest and rub it against his hard cock in his jeans, stroking him firmly and slowly. I raise an eyebrow. Always challenging him.
His eyes twinkle with mischief as he leans in to my ear. “Don’t think I won’t make you go down on me right here, right now. You on your knees worshipping my cock. I love to entertain my people.”
I bite my lip, wondering if he really would. A pulse throbs in my pussy at the thought of everyone watching me take Luke. Shivers slide down my back as I draw my head back, but I keep my hand on his cock. He meets my eyes.
He removes his finger from me and straightens my panties. “Open your mouth.”
My chest heaves with denied lust. I part my lips. He slides the finger covered in my wetness in my mouth. The tangy sweet taste of my arousal against my tongue makes my pussy clench.
“Suck it like you’d suck my cock, princess.”
My panties grow wetter as I suck my juices off him. I work my tongue around his finger the way I’ve worked his cock. Need throbs through me. I crave the release he can bring me. Meeting his blazing eyes, I grab his hand to move it in and out of my mouth.
He pulls his finger out of my mouth before crashing his lips brutally against mine. Tasting every inch, claiming it all for himself. I want to grind against him until I get both of us off. I’m tempted to drop to my knees and feel his thick length inside my mouth.
When he releases my lips, they feel swollen. He rests his forehead against mine. “I’m going to take that mouth soon, princess, and then I’m going to fuck your pussy with my tongue until you come so hard you scream. Everyone at this party will know how much you love my cock in your mouth.”
That’s so fucking hot. My chest heaves with want. If I knew the layout of this house, I would drag him somewhere private to force him to show me. Prove his words to me over and over again.
He smirks as he backs away a little to give me space to breathe. The world rushes back in. The music and the people crowding around us. My cheeks flush hot. Luke is dangerous to my state of mind.
Caden pulls me down onto his lap, but my eyes don’t leave Luke’s. The promise in them makes me squirm. But I’m completely damned, because I want him. I want him to use me, to hold me, to keep me safe.
My mind is fucked.
“Here, little nympho. Drink. If you want to play with Death tonight, you’re going to need this.” Caden hands me a cup.
Smelling the Coke, I know there’s rum in it. But fuck, with Luke, maybe a little liquid courage would be a good thing.
I lean to say into Caden’s ear, “If I drink this, don’t leave me alone with Luke.”
Caden runs a hand along my thigh under my skirt. “Luke’s not the only one you have to worry about, but I’ll stay with you.”
My eyes have adjusted to the dimness of the room somewhat. I’m wary about drinking alcohol. I know what my body wants and I don’t want to give in to it. Not yet. I need more than sexual attraction to give up my V-card. I need a connection, more than just ownership.
I also know if I can’t trust them, I’ll never be willing to give it up. I take a deep breath and lean in until my lips brush Caden’s ear.
“I don’t want to lose my virginity tonight. Not here at the party and not at your house later. If I drink this, I’m trusting you to keep that promise and I don’t care how much my drunk self begs. I. Don’t. Want. It.”
Pulling back, I search his eyes. His green eyes seem conflicted, but he nods and leans into my ear.
“I’ll hold your boundary for tonight, little nympho, but we will play with you. Drunk or not. I’ll stay sober enough to maintain your boundaries, but it will cost you a kiss—”
When I move to kiss him, he stops me with a wicked smile.
“Not now and not there, little nympho.”
Heat floods me and suddenly I’m parched. I take a sip of my rum and Coke. Surprisingly not heinous. The crowd moves to the beat of the music while the guys chat around me. I drink and listen and watch all the people.
The Cheermonsters dressed to catch attention tonight as they rub up against some of the senior football players. I’ve never danced at a party. Studio and competition dancing is different, so I watch how the Cheermonsters move their hips and arms and legs.
Caden keeps adding to my cup. A little soda. A little rum. A little soda. A little more rum.
The dance floor blurs with movement. I’m not sure how much I’ve had to drink, but I do know I need to use the bathroom. I grab Caden’s ear and say, “I need to pee.”
“No need to shout, little nympho.” He stands me up, and I sway on my feet. Did I shout? Hands grab my hips and I look into Luke’s eyes. Warmth floods through me and my panties grow wet. All the earlier lust returns.
As I stumble into him, I giggle a little.
“How much did you let her drink?” Luke asks over my shoulder.
No, that won’t do. I reach up and grab his chin, so he’s looking at me. Mmm, that’s better. Those eyes of his, so cold and hot at the same time. Could he burn as much as I do?