28. Blake
Blake
T he air is thick with the sound of our breaths and the scent of sex and sweat.
I’m buried deep inside Venetia, her tight pussy clenching around my cock like a vice.
Every slight movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, but I hold still, letting her adjust to the invasion of Rafferty slowly filling her back passage.
Her eyes are closed, her lips parted in a silent gasp.
She’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now, sandwiched between the two of us, taking everything we give her.
Viper is beside us, watching with an intensity that borders on obsession.
He’s as captivated by her as I am, as Rafferty is.
We all are, completely and utterly enthralled by this woman who has stormed into our lives like a hurricane.
Rafferty grips her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he moves. Slowly at first, letting her get used to the feeling of being filled so completely.
I move in sync with Rafferty, matching his rhythm. Venetia’s eyes fly open, her gaze locking onto mine as we thrust into her again and again. Her nails dig into my chest, drawing blood, but it’s a perfect sign of how she’s feeling.
She clenches around me, her body tense and eager. The trust, the depth of feeling I see in those green depths, makes my cock harder. This isn’t just about pleasure; it’s about connection, about the bond we’ve forged in the crucible of violence and danger.
I reach up, gripping her throat and squeezing enough to make her gasp. Her skin is flushed, hot to the touch. She leans into my hand, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again, dark with desire.
“Such a good little girl,” I murmur, my voice steady despite the storm building inside me. “So perfectly made for us to rail you at the same time.”
She whimpers, her body shuddering as her climax approaches. Viper leans in, giving her a fierce, possessive kiss. She moans into his mouth, her body tensing as we thrust deeper, harder.
The sight of her, the feel of her, the sounds she makes—it’s all too much. My control slips, my hips move faster, and my cock thrusts into her with a desperate need. Rafferty matches my pace, his grip on her hips bruising as we fuck her hard and fast.
She tightens around me, her body coiling like a spring ready to release. Rafferty’s grip on her hips is relentless, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he drives into her. The sight of her, flushed and sweating, taking both of us like she was made for this, is enough to send me spiralling.
“Fuck, Venetia,” I groan, my hand tightening further around her throat, making her choke. She’s close, so close, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm. I can see it in her eyes, the desperate need for release warring with the desire to draw this out, to make it last.
Viper breaks away from their kiss, his breath ragged. “Let Daddy see you come,” he murmurs.
She whimpers before her body convulses, her pussy clamping down on my cock so hard I let out a feral grunt.
She screams, a sound of pure, unrestrained pleasure that sends Rafferty and me tumbling over the edge with her.
I come hard, my cock pulsing as I saturate her cunt, my vision whiting out as the orgasm rips through me. Rafferty follows with a low growl.
He pulls out first, gently easing Venetia down onto my chest as I release her throat.
She’s shaking, her breath coming in ragged pants.
I come down from that intense high, my heart still pounding as I hold Venetia close.
Her skin is slick with sweat and sex. I can feel her heart racing against mine, the aftershocks of her orgasm still quaking through her body.
Rafferty collapses beside us, his chest heaving as he recovers from the intensity of what we just shared.
Rafferty leans in, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. “You’re fucking perfect, trouble.”
“She is, isn’t she?” I murmur, rolling her over, my voice husky as I hold her face gently between my palms, my thumb running over her cheekbone as she looks at me with utter calm. I lean in and kiss her, softly, tenderly. It’s a sweet, chaste kiss after the fucking we just did.
Rafferty lies next to us, his breathing finally slowing. I can see the contentment on his face, a rare sight for a man who’s always on edge, always ready for the next fight. But here, in this moment, he’s at peace.
Venetia’s body relaxes against mine, her muscles slowly uncoiling as she comes down from her climax. Her breaths are deep and steady. She turns her head to look at me, her green eyes soft and sated.
“I think you three just fucked me into another dimension,” she murmurs, her voice a low, satisfied purr.
I chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Well, we do aim to please.”
“Mmm, you sure do know how to please a girl,” she replies with a smile.
Rafferty snorts. “Aim to please? We fucking delivered.”
She giggles. “Yeah, you did.” She yawns and snuggles deeper into the bed. We move about to get her more comfortable and covered up as her eyes close. She is exhausted, but she must also be starving. None of us has eaten properly since the breakfast of doom.
“We should clean up and forage,” I say softly.
“I don’t know about you,” Raff says, “but I need to fucking sleep.” He curls up next to Venetia and closes his eyes.
I exchange a frustrated stare with Viper. “Guess it’s just us then.”
“Guess so,” he growls and climbs off the bed.
I pull out some navy blue joggers and a blue tee and get dressed with tired efficiency, my body still humming from what we just shared. The satisfied ache in my muscles is a welcome distraction from the constant tension that’s been my companion for days.
Viper moves beside me, silent but alert, his protective instincts never fully at rest even in these quiet moments.
The academy feels different as we make our way through the corridors.
There’s life here again. Voices echo through the hallways, accompanied by the sound of machinery from wherever the Hutchinson team is setting up their electrical systems. It should be comforting, but instead it makes me hyperaware of how much has changed in such a short time.
I pause at the landing, looking out through the tall windows at the grounds below. “I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
“Hasn’t it already?” he asks matter-of-factly. “More than one.”
I glance over at him, noting the way his jaw tightens as he scans the darkened grounds. “True. But this feels different. Too easy. We’ve got power coming back online, water systems being restored, and food supplies secured. The families are cooperating better than I expected.”
“Maybe we’re just not used to things going our way,” Viper says, but his tone suggests he doesn’t believe it either.
We reach the kitchen, where Sean Donovan has already begun transforming the space.
He is scrubbing furiously at a pile of pans in the sink with some harsh-smelling detergent and water that is steaming the place up, making him soaked with sweat.
The dishwashers are running on Intensive settings, and everything Sean scrubs is going through another rinse and repeat with a couple of other students on the production line.
“Gentlemen,” he says. “Nothing is ready yet, but there are trays of sandwiches out there that came fresh from my dad and haven’t touched anything in here, so they’re safe.” He gestures to the dining hall with his chin.
I follow Viper into the dining hall, my stomach growling at the mention of food. The space has been scrubbed clean, going by the smell. The walls have been repainted, covering the Graduate messages that were scrawled in red. It’s remarkable what these students have accomplished in just a few hours.
Trays of sandwiches sit on a clean table near the entrance, wrapped in plastic and labelled with times that indicate they arrived within the last hour. My mouth waters as I grab two, not bothering to check what’s inside before taking a massive bite. Beef and horseradish. A personal favourite.
“Christ, I’m starving,” I mutter around the food.
Viper takes three sandwiches, unwrapping them with the methodical efficiency he brings to everything. “Same.”
The realisation hits me that we’ve been running on adrenaline and determination for over twenty-four hours.
“No wonder Venetia fell asleep so quickly,” Viper says, echoing my thoughts. “She’s been operating on pure willpower.”
I finish the first sandwich and start on the second, my brain finally getting the fuel it needs to function properly. The immediate hunger satisfied, I can think more clearly about our situation.
We pull up chairs and eat in companionable silence for a few minutes, both of us processing the day’s events while our bodies recover from the extended stress. The dining hall feels oddly normal despite everything that’s happened here.
“The intelligence Knight provided,” I say, wiping my hands on a napkin. “I’ve been thinking about the timeline. Days until that Newcastle operation moves three hundred people. But there’s something that doesn’t add up.”
Viper looks up from his third sandwich. “What?”
“The scale of preparation required for an operation that size. You don’t just decide to relocate three hundred trafficking victims on a whim. This has been planned for months, which means the Graduate attack on St. Sebastian’s was never about recruiting Venetia. It was about clearing the field.”
“Clearing it for what?”
“For exactly what’s happening now. Think about it—they eliminate the student body, force the families to mobilise, and create a crisis that demands immediate response.
” I stand up, pacing as the pieces fall into place.
“We’re not disrupting their operation. We’re participating in it.
How many crime bosses arrived here today from all over the country? ”
Viper’s expression darkens. “You think this is all orchestrated?”