Page 13 of Lords of the Campus

“Yes,” Lyric says, nodding her head. “I want this. I want you. I miss the way you guys made me feel. Use me for tonight. Please use me.”

With a silent understanding, we start pulling Lyric up the stairs, heading for a vacant bedroom.

This may be exactly the thing we need to get over her once and for all.

7

LYRIC

The world tilts on its axis and I find myself staring up at the ceiling, music from the party thumping through the floor below. Someone’s hands (is it Levi? Archer?) strokes over my hips, and someone else bites a harsh mark into my neck.

It feels so good to have them touching me again, even if it’s only for one night. I might be drunk, but I’m not so far gone that I can’t consent. I know what I’m doing and even if it’s wrong, I want this. I want them to treat me like I matter for one night.

My head spins as the music changes tempo, something fast and snappy coming through the speakers now. Someone’s mouth finds mine, and we’re kissing, a tongue invading mine, dominating me with fierce desire.

“What do you want from us?” Archer asks, his voice harsh in my ear as he pulls away to look at me. “Tell me, little slut. What do you want?”

“You!” I blurt out, a note of whining in my voice. “I just want you. It’s all I ever wanted. Touch me, use me and make me yours tonight. Whatever you want from me, however you want me, you can have me.”

“Pathetic.” Levi’s voice is pure silk from above me, even as he tosses the cruel insult. “You’d let us use you to feel better?”

“It isn’t about me,” I murmur, reaching out to touch Levi’s cheek. His green eyes bore into mine, his ice cold expression haughty as he stares me down. But he doesn’t make a move to slap my hand away this time, allowing me to caress the smooth skin, trace down his jaw and run my thumb over his lower lip.

His mouth parts, capturing my thumb between his teeth and he bites down gently, sending sparks lighting up my spine.

“Oh, God,” I whimper. “Don’t stop. That feels good.”

“You want me to use my teeth, Songbird?” Levi murmurs, a wicked gleam in his eyes. His breath tastes like the punch in the kitchen when he kisses me, biting my lower lip and eliciting another moan from deep inside me.

Zane’s hands are untying my halter top and pulling it down to reveal that I’m not wearing a bra. It was too hard to find a bra that worked with this shirt, so I went without, a decision I’m starting to appreciate.

I can’t believe how much I’m willing to debase myself for a night with them. All those latent feelings came rushing back when I had a few drinks in me, I guess. I hadn’t allowed anyone to touch me since the summer before everything went wrong and while I’d done a good job of keeping those feelings at bay while raising my son, I was only human.

And now, with the attention of three attractive, desirable men, I was a goner as soon as they touched me. Archer’s fingers tangle in my hair and he jerks my head back, making me whimper. He attacks my neck, leaving marks on my skin while Levi bites at my lips and my tongue.

Their rough treatment leaves me breathless with need as I surrender myself to them, letting them get carried away in touching and tasting me.

Zane’s yanking down my jeans and panties before he parts my knees, diving between them to sink his teeth into my thighs, scrape his tongue along the marks, and nibble his way up to my already dripping core. I stare up at the ceiling, struggling to breathe as the three of them tear me apart like rabid dogs.

It feels so good, so damned good. Warmth floods my body, my skin hot, my body responsive to every ministration. Maybe this is my penance, a way I can make it up to them for what I did.

I cry out, arching my back when Zane’s tongue licks into my folds and his mouth latches on to my fleshy gem, sucking hard. “God!” I cry out, hands flying to his head to stroke his hair.

Before they can reach my destination, though, Archer’s hands capture my wrists in one hand and throws my arms over my head, trapping me in place. They’ve never touched me like this before, never acted like this.

It’s a far cry from the gentle, sweet boys they once were, but somehow, I find I don’t mind the changes. They’re igniting a fire inside my belly now that’s quickly turning into an inferno.

“You like this?” Archer asks, a smirk on his face as he pins my wrists to the bed. “You like being used by us, being trapped and helpless?”

I moan, my pussy pulsating as Zane slips his tongue into my entrance. “Yes, use me, put me in my place,” I beg them. “Take me. Be rough. Show me how to please you!”

Archer’s grin never falters, even as he tugs at my curls again, yanking my head to the side so he can suck a mark into my skin. “Fuck, Songbird,” he says, nearly breathless. “You’re so damned hot like this. You’re so responsive and needy. We should have been doing this all along. Should have put you in your place the second you showed up onourcampus, prancing around like you owned the joint.”

“I was bad, was a bad girl,” I tell them, panting as Zane’s tongue rubs against a spot inside me that leaves me whimpering. “Punish me!”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Archer snaps, tightening his grip in my hair to the point that I’m crying out. It feels good when he does that, feels like the pain and pleasure are mingling together to bring me to new highs.

Every pass of Zane’s tongue, every time Archer tugs at my hair and every bruising mark that Levi bites into my skin has me on the edge, unable to stop writhing, to stop moaning as I beg for more, for release.

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