Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Reid
We’ve all eaten and taken showers, but none of us have spotted Beth, or anyone else we trust enough to get answers from.
I’ve spent the last few hours researching gods and vampires on my trusty old laptop, but pretty much everything online sounds like a bunch of fairy tales.
I sigh and rub the bridge of my nose. The truth is, I don’t even know exactly what to research.
A message pops up from Mercy. You guys planning on burning down the cafeteria? I was thinking of getting lunch…
I grin and start typing. Not today. Other things to burn down.
Good good. Then a second later another message pops up. You get that figured out?
I stiffen, knowing I shouldn’t say too much about Wilder’s accidental destruction. Yeah. We’re all good.
Those twin godslayers showed up at hand-to-hand combat and tried to convince people to help them when they try to kill you.
Damn it. And what happened?
Mixed reactions. Some said they’d gotten sent here because of a mistake, and they weren’t about to make another one. I think some of them actually like you guys, they just didn’t want to admit it.
I rub my face, then type back. I guess that’s better than nothing.
You guys just be careful. There’s something in the air I don’t like.
I knew better than to ignore Mercy’s instincts. You too.
Closing her message, I find myself staring at my screen. None of that was good. For a second I debate about telling the others, then decide that I wouldn’t be telling them anything new. They already knew half the school wanted our blood.
“You look stressed.”
I glance up and spot Izzy standing in the doorway of the room. Instantly, my mood changes. A slight smile dances across her stunning face, and her dark blonde hair is wet down her back in a way that I find irresistable.
Closing my computer, I try to push away my stress. “I was just researching.”
“No luck?”
I shake my head.
She comes slowly into my room and sits on the edge of my desk.
I know we’re basically all fighting for our lives with a bunch of supernatural creatures that want us dead, but I can’t help but let my gaze run over her.
How many times have I dreamed about her sitting on my desk just like this?
How many times over the years would I have given anything just to be close to her?
Standing, I see her eyes widen as I slip between her thighs, but her arms are already curling around my neck.
Leaning down, I kiss her soft and slow. I hadn’t thought before I’d acted.
I’d just wanted to touch her. But as I taste her strawberry sweet lips, a groan slips from my mouth, and her legs pull me closer.
Before, I would’ve been embarrassed for her to feel my erection, but now I press closer, letting her know exactly what she does to me. A shudder moves through her body, and she pulls me even closer to her heated core, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“Fuck,” I murmer against her lips, breaking our kiss as I move my lips down her throat.
“Close the door,” she pants.
Not wanting to pull away from her, I pick her up as she gasps in surprise and carry her to the door.
Slamming it shut, I press her against the wood, and we trade heated kisses as we pull each other’s shirts off.
I’m surprised by my own strength when I wrap an arm around her waist and tug her shorts and underwear off, before her legs wrap around me once more.
One of my hands moves to cup her breast, and I stroke her nipple with my thumb, drawing a little moan from her lips that makes my cock twitch beneath my basketball shorts.
My name slips from her lips as I dip my head lower, and her back arches.
In seconds, I have one of her nipples in my mouth, while I continue to fondle the other.
Lavishing her breasts, moving from one to another, all thoughts of the real world fade away. I drink in the sound of her pleasure, of her breath hitching, and when she pulls me higher for a kiss, I know exactly what she wants.
But instead of stripping off my shorts and boxers, I reach between us and start to stroke her. She’s loud as she cries out, and my own arousal makes me see white for a long moment as I feel the slickness of her body and listen to the delicious sounds she makes.
When I let my finger run along her clit, her nails dig into the skin of my back. “Damn it, Reid, stop torturing me!”
I would’ve laughed, if I wasn’t so damned turned on.
And then her hand leaves my shoulder and tugs down my pants and boxers with one hard pull, letting them fall on the floor.
My head spins as she reaches between us and starts to work my dick.
My knees shake, threatening to send us both tumbling to the ground, but I practice breathing deep and manage to keep upright.
Yet, I can feel my precum beading the tip of my cock, and I jerk as she slides the wetness up and down my length. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m shocked that Izzy is touching me. That the woman of my dreams is pinned against a door, letting me fondle her pussy, and stroking me as I do so.
It’s better than every fucking fantasy I’ve had alone in my room over the years.
When I feel my balls tighten, a string of curses explodes from my lips, and I push her hand away.
I grip her hips with both my hands and slide the tip of my cock into her lower lips, glorying in just how wet she is for me.
My breathing hitches as I enter her tight channel, and we both let out sounds of pleasure in unison as I sink deeper and deeper.
Reaching my hilt, I pause, taking deep breaths, willing myself to make love to her thoroughly.
To give it to her just the way she needs.
When my name slips from her lips again, I can’t contain myself any longer.
I start to fuck her. Hard. Fast. Sending stars dancing before my vision as I feel myself swelling, begging for release.
But I grit my teeth and keep thrusting in and out of her, loving the sounds of her pleasure, loving the way her inner muscles tighten around me.
Her orgasm strikes like a storm, and she’s suddenly digging her nails into my flesh, moving against me harder and harder as she screams her sounds of pleasure.
I explode, unable to contain myself any longer, and I swear the sound of me pounding her against the door echoes all around us, until I think the damn wood might break beneath her.
And I can’t bring myself to give a shit.
When I finally come down from the high of filling my beautiful Izzy with my cum, I sink to my knees, breathing hard. My entire body is shaking. She shudders and curls closer to me.
“That was…that was so good.”
I kiss her neck, then can’t help trailing more kisses along her heated flesh. “I’m glad.”
It takes me a few minutes before I pick us both up, keeping myself snuggly inside her. I go to the bed and fall back on it, loving the way she gaps in surprise. I look up at her, beautiful, naked, and proud. I drink in the way the light from the window illuminates her.
My Izzy is the most incredible woman in the world.
Suddenly, the door opens. All three guys are in the doorway.
Van lifts a brow. “We thought you two were going to bring the whole damn house down.”
I feel my cheeks heat, mirroring Izzy’s as she covers up her breasts.
But instead of leaving us to our embarrassment, Wilder, Van, and Aiden stride in, closing and locking the door behind them.
“Think you can go again?” Aiden asks, his eyes locked onto Izzy.
She blushes as she says, “Why not come over here and find out?”
It’s strange, but then, not strange at all, as the three men strip down. All three of them are hard as rocks, telling me our little fuck-session against the door had really been as loud as they’d said. They move like we’ve done this a thousand times before.
Van gently pushes her down so that those perfect breasts of hers are pressed against my chest. Instantly, I feel myself grow harder inside of her again, and my breathing grows more rapid.
Van stands behind her on the edge of the bed, and I watch as he uses his fingers to prepare her from behind as her breathing grows more rapid.
Aiden comes closer and begins to kiss her. Soft at first, then harder and harder.
Wilder runs a hand along her back, then slides his hands between her and I, stroking her breasts, making those pink, perfect nipples of hers pebble against my chest.
I almost close my eyes, overwhelmed by desire. Overwhelmed by the way she shakes with need over me. And then, I hear her gasp against Aiden’s lips.
Looking down, I see Van slowly easing into her ass.
Aiden draws her lips back and kisses her harder and harder, and she reaches out to stroke his cock. I’m shocked by how much it turns me on to see her touched by my friends. Shocked with how a shudder moves through my body as Van takes her deeper and deeper, his face a mask of ecstasy.
And then Aiden breaks their kiss, replacing his lips with his cock. Easing his hard length between her sweet lips. Wilder takes her hand and wraps it around his length, and then we’re all groaning, all working together to bring pleasure to our woman.
I’m shocked by how Izzy seems to come alive between us.
She presses back against Van, and his eyes widen.
A groan slips from his lips, and he holds her hips, not moving for a long minute.
And then he seems to come alive, sliding in and out of her slowly at first, and then she begins to move between us.
I gasp and reach between us to hold those delicious breasts of hers, to stroke her nipples, as their movement slides her up and down my length.
Aiden releases a string of curses as he thrusts into her mouth, and his hand digs into the back of her hair, holding her in place as he thrusts harder and deeper. Wilder’s eyes are closed, his hand wrapped around hers, as she works his length.
When Izzy begins to orgasm between us, her muscles tensing, her movements growing wild, the men go nuts.
They match her pace, thrusting with abandon.
I hear Van come into her ass, and Aiden makes a strangled noise and pushes himself deep into Izzy’s mouth as he comes in her mouth.
Wilder tenses for one moment before his seed spills down her hand.
And something about watching it all…something about watching Izzy in the middle of all of us, lost to her own pleasure, finally makes me come again.
We all slowly still, and then everyone is crawling around us in the bed, lying together in a tangle. My eyes finally close as my fingers stroke Izzy’s hair. We all knew the shit was going to hit the fan soon.
Somehow it made this moment together even more special.