Page 158 of The Pact

I toggle through the apps on my phone, connecting to the outdoor speakers. I select a favorite playlist of mine. A dark, sensual beat pulses through the air as I set my phone down.

Swaying my hips seductively to the music, my hair tickles my back as my head matches the movement. Sutton’s amber eyes drink in my body. He reaches out again, but I step back. I can tell that not being able to touch me is getting to him.

He cocks his head, his gaze boring into me. Sutton is a gentle soul, however I know all too well that there is a darker side to all of them. It sends a thrill of fear through me, turning me on. “You can’t come out here looking like that and expect us to keep our hands to ourselves.” His warning is undermined by his sultry tone.

I don’t respond, unwilling to acknowledge his words, knowing that there’s a certain power in my silence. It’s taking all of my restraint to not break down and touch him. Sutton looks so damn good, his dark skin glowing in the warm lights. My gaze travels down to where his shorts hang low on his hips. Focus, Thea.

Walking towards the edge of the pool, I try hard to ignore the eyes that follow me.

“What do you want me to do, Thea? Get on my knees and beg for you? Because I’ll do it.” I turn to laugh at Sutton’s suggestion. However, when I do, I find him on his knees, right behind me.

The sight of him staring up at me with those pleading eyes sends a rush of arousal to my pussy. Fuck, this is hot. I’ve never been one for demanding power in a relationship, although knowing that he’d get on his knees so willingly makes me think I could enjoy it once in a while.

I run my thumb over his bottom lip, then turn back around. “I’m going for a swim,” I announce, throwing him a smirk over my shoulder before stepping down into the warm water.

I don’t wait to see if anyone follows me. Swimming to the end of the pool, I perch on the ledge overlooking the Toccoa River. In the pitch black night, I can’t see anything aside from the outline of the treetops.

The water ripples around me, telling me I’m not alone. My gaze darts to the steps. Cole is the first one in, but he’s closely followed by the other three. I turn my back to the view and hang my head back over the ledge, scanning the star speckled sky.

“Is it wise to be throwing yourself to the wolves like this, love?”

I tip my head forward, meeting Cole’s ravenous stare. A couple of months ago, I might have been intimidated by his words and the look he’s giving me. Tonight, I accept the challenge because if I succeed, I have a feeling the prize will be something beyond my wildest dreams.

Reaching out, I run a finger over Cole’s jaw, down his throat, and then over his hard chest. “Toss me to the wolves and watch me come out leading the pack.” My eyes flick to the others who are standing just behind him.

Wesley rolls his shoulders and grins at me. Sutton licks his lips. Damian’s brows drop and his eyes darken. Now, I’ve got them right where I want them.

Turning my attention back to Cole, I wrap my arms around his neck and then my legs around his waist—moving in for the kill.

My mouth devours him as I slip my tongue inside, licking over his teeth and biting at his lips. His hands slide over my thighs until he’s cupping my ass. Cole moves through the water, back towards the steps before sitting down. Straddling his lap, my knees scrap against the bottom of the pool.

He pulls me against him so that I feel the bulge in his pants.

Kissing down my neck, Cole’s lips come to my chest. His tongue drags over the triangle of fabric barely covering me until he reaches my peaked nipple. I gasp as he sucks it into his mouth.

“Fuck,” I moan, grinding into him. I hate that there’s too much material between us. I’m about to strip away my bathing suit when I hear Damian’s voice in my ear.

“Princess, are you sure you’re ready for this? Because once we start, there’s no stopping.” His hands run up my back and into my hair. I brace myself for his grip, but he doesn’t pull. Damian’s waiting for my answer.

“Mhm,” I whimper.

Damian sighs. “Not good enough.” His fingers flex against my skull and I’m needing him to fist my hair. I need the sting.

“I want this,” I assure him. “I want all of you. Tonight.”

“About damn time,” Wesley growls.

Damian steps to the side, leaving his hand in my hair. I feel pulling against the strings of my top. Glancing over my shoulder, those warm brown eyes eat me up as water drips from his messy hair down his face.

Wes gives a yank and I feel the tautness of my bikini vanish. Cole moves back to my mouth, kissing me thoroughly while Wesley cups my tits, his fingers massaging and pinching just enough to fill my core with heat.

I find a satisfying rhythm riding the ridge of his cock. I’m caught up in kissing him and reaching my climax when I feel a searing pain on my shoulder. I already know that Wes has his teeth buried in my skin. He’s distracting me from what I want.

Fingers grip my chin and pull me away from Cole’s mouth. Sutton’s sitting next to him now and he brings my mouth to his.

Damian’s grip on my hair tightens.

“Open up for him, princess,” he commands.

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