Released: Highgate Preparatory Academy, Book 3
Released: Chapter 27

The door shuts quietly behind us, and I gaze around at the clean and neat apartment above the gym. It’s a studio with a large bed in one corner, a small kitchen in another, and a living-dining space between. There’s a door that I assume leads to a bathroom, and a bank of windows—blinds drawn—along the wall opposite the front door. The apartment can be accessed from the inside of the gym, and there’s also a door that leads to a fire escape down the outside of the building.

Soft music starts to play, and I recognise the song as Lifts by Lia Marie Johnson. I close my eyes as one of the guys comes up behind me and sweeps my hair away from my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin before his soft lips place a gentle kiss there.

“Kai,” I breathe out and sink into his arms that wrap around me, pulling me into his embrace, his fresh, woodsy scent enveloping me.

“When I saw that picture, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my skin, and I tense up when I realise what picture he is talking about. The staged one of my death. “My world ended, and I wanted no part in a new world without you.”

I melt back into him, fresh tears springing behind my closed lids as his arms move and he starts to unbutton the front of my shirtwaister maternity dress.

“Kai— I—” I stutter, lost for words at the raw pain of his and the rasp of his voice. A warmth in front of me has my eyes fluttering open to replace Loki standing before me.

“I didn’t want to believe it,” my trickster Knight tells me, his own eyes glistening as he steps closer and helps Kai to push the dress from my shoulders. “I didn’t want to believe that I might have to live in a world where you no longer breathed.”

“Loki—” My voice catches on a sob, tears running freely down my cheeks as he dips his head, placing his lips above my trembling ones.

“But when I realised that it was really you downstairs, fuck, Pretty Girl. I thought I was gonna pass out,” he confesses against my lips, closing the distance and kissing me so sweetly, so reverently, it’s all I can do to not break down here and now in a sobbing mess.

I hated not being able to tell them, knowing that they would see that picture and assume the worst, but we needed believable reactions. We needed Julian to think that I was dead.

“Wait—” I pull back, my heart thudding as I turn to replace Ash leaning against the back of the sofa, watching us with dark eyes. “Where does Julian think you are now?”

“He knows that we’re here, blowing off some steam,” Ash tells me, his arms crossed across his broad chest. He gives a small, devious smirk, his words not a lie, but I’m betting not the whole truth either.

“Doesn’t he expect, I don’t know, you guys to retaliate?”

Ash’s smirk drops, his jaw clenching. “He thinks, because it’s what we want him to think, that we are too well trained, too under his thumb and afraid of what he might do to us to seek revenge.”

I slump a little, a slow breath leaving me at that confirmation of their safety. I don’t even startle when I realise that Kai and Loki have stripped me naked, my clothes in a crumpled heap on the floor. Loki steps to one side, and Ash straightens up, stalking towards me with a predatory gleam in his silver eyes.

Two pairs of hands trace every curve, every dip and hollow of my body, and I’m shuddering under their touch alongside Ash’s heated gaze.

“I finally understood why Luc wanted to die,” Ash says, continuing the conversation Loki, Kai, and I were having, and I can’t help the flinch, knowing that I would have felt the same if it had been one of them. “There’s nothing without you, Princess,” he confesses softly, stepping right up against me so that I can feel the heat of his body through his shirt against my skin. “I do not exist without you.”

My face must crumple then as he reaches out and draws my mouth to his in a bruising kiss. He worships me with his lips and tongue, showing me how desolate he felt, how broken the news of my death made him. I kiss him back, letting him take everything that I have to give, an apology in the way that my tongue soothes his, my lips caressing him.

I jerk away as the door opens and shuts, turning my head to see Jax walking in with something in his hands. His brows are low, his jaw tight as he storms towards me. Ash steps aside to let Jax stand before me in all his vibrating ire. Taking in a sharp breath, I hold my ground as I look up at him, aware that I am the only one naked in the room.

“You know how I felt about that picture,” he tells me gruffly, his eyes hard and his muscles corded. “I get why it had to be done that way, but I’m fucking furious at you, Baby Girl.”

My eyes widen, and I open my mouth to say something, to argue with the twatwaffle, but he places a finger against my parted lips.

“I’m not going to kiss you now,” he tells me, and my pulse picks up speed when he opens his other hand and I see coils of red cotton fabric. “Not until you’ve been punished for breaking all of our hearts.”

My lips drag against his digit as they close, and I look up into his stormy gaze and see the pure, unadulterated need burning there. He can’t do anything about what happened, knows it needed to happen that way, but needs to punish someone now to exorcise the rage that’s running through his veins. I lick my lips, catching his finger in the process, and a shudder runs over his skin at the contact.

Wordlessly, I bring my hands in front of me, wrists together in offering. He waits a beat, then moves his finger away to grab the fabric and stretch it out until I see what it is.

“These are my wraps, Baby Girl,” he tells me as he works to bind my wrists tightly together. “I haven’t washed them since I last wore them, the blood from my split knuckles and my opponent is still on them.”

My thighs clench, and I gasp as he pulls tight. I give an exploratory tug, but my wrists don’t move. Deep chuckles sound around me, and I look up into Jax’s eyes first to see the dark gleam of satisfaction there. Turning, I can see a similar expression on Ash and Loki’s faces. Kai is still behind me, and I shiver to think of his amber eyes full of heat. He always likes me bound.

I jerk as a tug pulls me forward, and I turn my head to see Jax has the ends of the wraps in his grip and is pulling me towards the bed.

“Loki, on the bed,” Jax orders, and my trickster Knight obeys, going ahead and pausing at the side of the bed. He holds my stare as he strips out of his clothes; a printed T-shirt and smart jeans that hug his body and hang criminally low.

My breath stutters out of me when he drops his clothes to the floor, standing there naked and hard, and my tongue darts out to lick my dry lips again at the sight of his pierced member standing to attention.

“Don’t worry, Pretty Girl,” he teases, reaching down and giving his dick a stroke, the pink tip glistening with precum that I’m desperate to lick up. “You can choke on my dick once Jax is finished with you.”

I rub my thighs together once more, trying in vain to soothe the ache that’s building in my core, but it’s not what I need. I need them inside me to truly satisfy my craving.

Jax tugs the binds again as Loki climbs onto the bed, lying back and watching me with a need to match mine in his emerald eyes.

“Your turn, baby,” Jax tells me, keeping hold of the end of the wraps and walking along the side of the bed to the metal-framed headboard. “Thighs either side of Loki, on your knees.”

I do as instructed, my heart thudding and flutters filling my belly as I get into position, my bound hands on his chiselled abs.

“I’m liking the view, Pretty Girl,” Loki compliments huskily, his hands coming up to frame my hips and his hips flexing slightly so that his hard length rubs against my folds, and we both groan at the zing of pleasure.

“Dick inside our girl, Loki,” is Jax’s next command, and my eyes widen as a smile tugs my lips upwards. This isn’t seeming like a punishment so far.

“Yes, boss,” Loki answers, lifting my hips up and then using one hand to line his head up with my already slick entrance.

The song switches to Call Out My Name by The Weekend just as Loki thrusts forward, seating himself to the hilt in one sharp move.

“Loki!” I cry out, the slight pain of his sudden invasion quickly overtaken by the pleasurable fullness of having him inside me.

Before Loki can move, Jax gives a tug on my binds and my arms jerk forward, Loki’s grip moves up my body quickly so that I don’t faceplant into his chest. My head snaps up to glare at Jax, but he just looks at me with a hard, unreadable expression on his handsome face as he keeps pulling, forcing me forward until I’m lying chest to chest with Loki, my breasts and round stomach pressed against him. Seemingly satisfied with the awkward way my arms are pulled above my head, I watch as he ties the ends of the red fabric to the headboard, effectively immobilising me.

I have some movement, my pregnant stomach preventing me from being squashed up against Loki completely, but it’s minimal, and I can’t help pulling against my bindings, testing them out. The bed dips behind me, and I arch my back when a large, warm palm caresses my arse lovingly.

“For forty-five minutes we believed that you were dead,” Jax tells me in his rough voice, still stroking my backside. “But I’m feeling generous, so Ash, Kai, and I will each give you ten spanks.” I gasp as his words register and feel the vibration as Loki huffs out a dark laugh beneath me. “And you’re going to count them.”

“And what about Loki?” I question, raising my head enough to look at the flamed-haired man beneath me. He gives me a devilish smile, his hands caressing my sides, coming around to cup my breasts and brushing his thumbs over my nipples, making my eyes roll.

“Oh, I’m here to make sure that it feels good, baby,” he answers, punching his hips upwards and leaving me gasping. “I’m going to make you come again.” Thrust. “And again.” Thrust. “And again, until you beg me to stop,” he informs me, leaning up to nibble at my lower lip. “And then I’m going to make you come some more.”

My whole body shudders, goosebumps pebbling my skin as my nipples go rock fucking hard. Death by orgasms is a fine way to go. I open my mouth to say something along those lines when a sharp crack lands on my left arsecheek, making me yelp and Loki groan as my inner walls clench around him.

“One,” Jax says, voice hard and unforgiving.

“O–one,” I repeat, arching my back when Loki nibbles and sucks at my neck, his fingers rolling my peaked nipples and sending shocks of electricity across my body.

Crack.

“Two,” I breathe out, moaning when Loki bucks his hips upwards, sinking deeper inside me.

Crack.

“T–three.”

“Shit, she clenches around my dick like a fucking vise when you do that, brother,” Loki grits out, one hand leaving my nipple to snake between us and replace the engorged bundle of nerves between my legs.

Another hit lands at the exact moment that his fingers press down on it, and an orgasm rips through me with such force that I cry and buck, my nails digging into my palms as sparks shoot across my vision.

“What number was that, Baby Girl?” Jax asks, his voice strained and breathless.

“Uh…Four,” I stutter out, my climax still zinging through me.

Crack.

“Fuck! F–five,” I snarl, the mixture of pleasure that Loki’s fingers, mouth, and dick are giving me mixing with the sharp stinging heat that’s covering my arse.

My head rests on Loki’s chest as smack after smack lands across my lower cheeks, my mouth counting the hits even as my brain becomes a fog of pleasure and pain.

Dimly, I register the bed dipping as Jax must get off and someone else gets on, and I open my bleary eyes to see Jax crouch at the side of the bed, his long arm reaching over and his blue eyes soft.

“Such a good fucking girl, baby,” he croons, his hand stroking sweat-slicked hair from my face. “You did so well, Baby Girl.”

Crack.

“E–eleven,” I croak, twitching when a hand rubs the sore spot.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Kai’s melodic voice soothes from behind me, telling me that he’s taken over my punishment. “Loki, our girl deserves another orgasm, don’t you think so, Pet?”

“Yes, sir,” Loki replies, his voice deep, and the rumble makes me shiver as Jax keeps stroking my face, his blue eyes boring into mine.

Crack.

Loki begins to rub my clit again, moving his hips so that every time he thrusts upward, Kai lands another blow on my glowing backside in a slightly different place to where Jax landed his hits. My eyes close as the pleasure builds to a crescendo, the tingle all over my body telling me that another climax is fast approaching.

“Open your eyes, Baby Girl,” Jax commands, and I instinctually obey, immediately getting caught up in his piercing gaze. “Look at me while they make you come.”

Crack.

Another few hits from above and thrusts from below and I’m screaming out my pleasure, tears filling my eyes at the intensity of my climax. Jax grips my hair and forces my eyes to remain on his as I shudder and writhe with Loki still buried deep inside me.

“Fuck, baby,” Loki hisses, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as he holds me still. “Your pussy is trying to strangle my dick.”

I can’t answer him; I just pant, my lids heavy with post-orgasm bliss. The bed dips, and I groan as I realise that my punishment is not over yet.

“You going to scream for me too, Princess, when I bury my cock inside that tight asshole of yours?” Ash’s deep voice crawls across my skin from behind. I shiver with the promise his words give, but he doesn’t give me a chance to answer, landing a punishing blow to my already pulsing arse.

“T–t–twenty-one,” I rasp, my throat dry from all of my cries.

“Here, sweetheart,” Kai says from my other side, Jax letting me twist my head to see him holding out a bottle of water with a straw in it. “Drink.”

Lifting my head as much as I can, I do as he says, the cold water a balm to my parched throat and mouth.

“Thank you,” I say, placing my head back down on Loki’s sweaty chest.

Crack.

“T–twenty-two,” I say, my words stronger even though they still stutter out of me.

Ash doesn’t take his time, landing blow after blow so quickly that I barely have time to count out loud. Loki also renews his efforts, and I’m soon screaming out another release as stars explode behind my closed lids and I strain against my binds as I come and come and come, just like Loki promised me I would.

Panting, I finally call out the final smack, and no sooner do the words leave my lips than a cold pack is being pressed to my throbbing cheeks. The instant relief it gives me has me sighing and crying in relief

I gasp as something cold and wet slicks down my crack, a finger massaging around my puckered hole, then slipping inside.

“Oh, god,” I groan as the digit slowly pumps in and out, my hips gyrating with the movement, eliciting a moan from Loki below me.

The finger pulls out only to be replaced with the pierced tip of Ash’s cock, and I suck in a sharp breath as he breaches the tight ring of muscle, pushing in until his hips meet my throbbing arsecheeks, the ice pack having been taken away.

“That’s it, Princess,” he gasps out, voice tight and strained as his fingers dig into my hips. “Take me all the way in that sweet ass of yours.”

Incoherent noises leave my lips as he withdraws a little only to push back in, Loki alternating his thrusts from below until they are both pounding into me. I’m jerked upwards, a firm grip in my hair, and I open my eyes to replace Jax kneeling, holding his cock to my lips, the tip shiny with precum.

“Open up, baby,” he commands, and I do, taking his bulbous head into my mouth as Ash and Loki continue to fuck me.

Jax quickly takes over, thrusting all the way to the back of my throat and holding himself there until I can feel my lungs screaming for air.

“Damn, baby,” he says with a grunt, pulling me off, and I gasp in sweet air. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

“Care to share, big man?” Kai says from my other side, and Jax uses his grip in my hair to turn my head so that Kai’s dick is in front of my face, all his piercings glinting in the low lights.

“Open up for him, baby,” Jax orders, and once again I obey him, Kai’s hand holding his dick as he guides it into my open mouth.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he exclaims as I suck and lather his hard member with my tongue, paying close attention to the piercings that run along the underside of his dick.

The song changes to Into It by Chase Atlantic, and Kai holds my throat as he glides his dick in and out of my slick mouth. Heat builds between my legs, Ash and Loki pumping in and out of me and Kai using my mouth is getting me so fucking slick that the wet sounds of our fucking can be heard alongside the sensual rise and fall of the song.

Jax grips my hair, turning me once again as he pulls me off of Kai and thrusts into the back of my throat with a vengeance. I relax into their combined embrace, letting them use me as our bodies move in a dance as old as time, my climax climbing as they build me up. I can feel them getting close too, their movements becoming frenzied and animalistic noises leaving their throats as they don’t hold back and fuck me hard.

Loki is the first to break, slamming into me so hard that it pushes me over the edge once more, and a muffled cry sounds around Kai’s cock as I come so hard I almost implode. Wetness slicks my inner thighs, the sound of Loki’s continued thrusts obscene as my inner muscles clench around him and Ash in a stranglehold.

“Shit, Princess!” Ash yells, thrusting deep as he’s dragged under, and I can feel him pulse into my arse as he holds me still and shoots his release deep inside me.

I’m still twitching as Kai pumps once, twice, and then pours his climax deep into my throat, forcing me to swallow every drop as his hands grip my jaw. Pain lances my skull as I’m ripped away, Jax slamming his dick into my mouth seconds before hot, salty cum coats my tongue, and I greedily swallow that too.

When his dick stops pulsing, he pulls out, and I collapse onto Loki, his softening dick still buried in my pussy as we all pant and gasp for air. After a time I feel my wrists being unbound, the ties loosening, and it’s all I can do to flex my fingers as I lie in a blissful, exhausted heap on top of Loki.

I hiss as a cool gel is rubbed into my sore arsecheeks, realising that Ash must have withdrawn when I collapsed.

“How the fuck,” I say, my voice fifty shades of husky, “am I meant to sit in a car for god knows how many hours it takes to get to Utah after that?”

Masculine guffaws and chuckles fill the room. Fuckers.

But, they are my fuckers, quite literally, and I press closer to Loki as my words sink in.

I think a better question is how am I going to survive without them for the next few weeks?