LET THEM BREAK
Noelani had one thought:
Not because she was in danger—though, arguably, she was—but because she was surrounded. Boxed in by four gorgeous, furious, glowing men. And they all looked like they were two seconds from dragging her into a dark corner and doing something illegal to her thighs.
And she wanted them to.
Gods help her, she wanted all of them.
The music throbbed behind her like a second heartbeat. The alcohol in her blood made everything louder, hotter, needier.
Caeden pressed in from behind, mouth brushing the shell of her ear. "You wore that little dress knowing you'd be surrounded by monsters?"
"I—I didn't—"
"Yes you did," Rowan murmured, dragging the backs of his fingers along her inner thigh. Just barely grazing the edge of her underwear. "You wanted to be touched. Praised. Ruined."
"I just wanted to dance—"
"You wanted to beg," Lysander said, voice sharp and cool as silk. "You don't even know it yet, do you? How perfect you are when you're trembling. When you're wet and glowing and whispering please without saying a word."
Noelani whimpered.
Then—
A sharp slap to her thigh.
She gasped.
Caeden grinned against her neck. "You flinched. You liked that."
"I did not—"
"You did," Aeryn said, low and lethal. "You're soaked, starlight. I could fuck you with one finger and you'd shatter."
Her whole body pulsed with heat.
"Do it," she whispered before she could stop herself. "Please. I—please—"
A heartbeat passed.
Then another also. Lower this time. Just above her ass.
She moaned.
"Oh, sweet thing," Rowan groaned, voice ragged. You love being teased. Don't you? You love being our soft little mess. Our glowing little good girl."
"I'm trying to be good," she babbled. "I am—I really—I need—"
"But good girls don't beg to be touched in the middle of a party," Lysander said, crouching beside her. One hand trailed up her calf, slow and deliberate. "Do they?"
She shook her head. "N-No..."
His hand slid higher. Stopped just before her core. His mouth was at her ear now.
"You're dripping," he said, almost reverent. "All this glow. All this heat. You're just a pretty little hole desperate to be filled, aren't you?"
She cried out—and they didn't let her fall.
No one pushed further.
No one gave her release.
Just the pressure. The teasing. The fire without the flame.
"Not yet," Rowan said, voice dark. "You don't get to come until we say you do."
"You'll earn it," Caeden growled. "On your knees. With your thighs trembling. With that sweet little cunt begging to be wrecked."
"You'll say thank you when we finally let you fall apart," Aeryn added, his breath cold and delicious on her neck.
"I'll cry," she whispered helplessly.
They all groaned in unison.
The party spun on around them. But they were no longer apart of it. They were in their own storm.
That was when it happened.
Another boy—tall, older, not bonded—stumbled too close. Reached for her waist. "Hey, pretty thing. You wanna dance with someone who actually knows how to use his tongue?"
Noelani blinked, drunk and dazed.
She barely managed. "I—um—"
And then Rowan punched him.
Not a warning. Not a threat. A clean, brutal hit that sent the guy flying into the drink table.
Caeden tackled the next person who looked too long .
Lysander grabbed her hand like she was slipping through dimensions. "You're with us. Always."
Aeryn said nothing. He just stared, murderous, the air around him warping with power.
The music stopped.
The room went dead silent.
And then—
A cold voice from the hallway.
"Enough."
The Headmaster.
Noelani's heart stuttered.
He stepped toward like judgment itself. Cloaked in stillness. Watching her.
The bond pulsed—wrong—in her chest.
"I said a word," he said to the others. "You disobeyed."
"She was touched," Aeryn snarled. "You didn't see how he looked at her."
"I saw everything," the Headmaster said softly. "And if you keep losing control like this, I'll have no choice but to separate you from your bond."
Noelani's whole body froze.
"Wait—no," she whispered. "Don't—I didn't mean to cause anything—"
"You don't cause anything," the Headmaster said gently, finally letting his eyes lock with hers.
Her knees nearly gave out.
He stepped closer. Touched her chin. Titled her face up.
The glow flared under her skin like it recognized him.
"You're just the store they all want to drown in."
Then he let her go.
And walked away.
She woke up in her bed.
No glow. No noise.
Just a cracked throat and a single thought: I said fuck.
And begged. And moaned. And—oh gods—
She curled into a ball and shrieked into her pillow.
"I cussed. I cussed in front of Rowan and Caeden and the hot scary one with knives and Lysander and —Stars!—I begged for them to touch me—"
She rolled off the bed with a thud. Her hair was a mess. Her thighs ached. Her soul ached.
A soft knock at the door.
"No," she moaned. "I'm never showing my face again."
"Too bad," Rowan said from the other side. "We brought breakfast. And something to spank you with if you're still mouthy."
She screamed again. "I WAS DRUNK."
"You glowed."
"You spanked me!"
"And you liked it," Caeden said.
"Go AWAY," she wailed.
"Not a chance," Lysander said through the door, voice lazy. "You don't get to light us on fire and then hide."
"I didn't mean to light anyone—"
"We brought hashbrowns," Rowan coaxed. "And juice. And forgiveness."
She opened the door a crack.
They were all there.
Beautiful.
Dangerous.
Looking at her like she was the whole damn galaxy.
Aeryn held up the juice. "You were perfect last night."
"I said fuck," she whispered, horrified.
Rowan grinned. "You'll say worse when we're done with you."
She slammed the door again.
From behind it, her voice—small and mortified:"I want a do-over."
Caeden purred. "Oh, sweet girl. You're getting one. Right after breakfast."
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