Page 65 of Lords of the Campus

The music swells, reaching the chorus. Levi cuts in and twirls Lyric around, then leans down and kisses her. It’s intoxicating to watch the way she blossoms under our attention. I’d been so busy focused on provoking a reaction from her for so long that I’d forgotten to look at her.

And I am, now. We’re all looking at her and it’s as if we’re truly seeing her for the first time in a long time.

Lyric’s new appearance had stayed, even after the scrutiny. I’d been incensed at the time, certain she was using her sexuality as a weapon against us. Now I see it was her giving herself back some of the power we stole.

She’s grown more confident, more sure of herself and I think it scared us, seeing her like that. We wanted her to be the same teenage girl who hung on our every word becausewehadn’t grown since high school. If we thought she was the same, then she could be controlled. She could be tamed.

But there was something wrong about trying to tame her, trying to break her down. Lyric Shaw deserves to be free.

As the music begins to slowly fade out, I pick Lyric up in my arms, plucking her from Levi’s grasp and carry her, bridal-style, into her bedroom, my brothers following behind.

Once inside, I lay her down on the bed, stepping back to examine her in the dim light. Her hair fans out around her head, dark curls cascading across the pillow. She’s got on tight black jeans and a cropped cream sweater, and her belly is exposed.

I lean down now and kiss it softly, relishing in her subtle floral scent. “You’re so beautiful, Songbird,” I whisper, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Gonna take our time tonight. Gonna show you how much you deserve to be treasured.”

“You have a lot to make up for,” Lyric teases in a low voice. “You guys owe me.”

“We’re here to cash in,” Levi says, curling up next to her to stroke his fingers over her exposed shoulder. As he touches her, goosebumps rise on her skin and she shivers, the anticipation evident in her eyes.

Her tongue darts out a tiny bit, wetting her bottom lip as she watches us move around her onto the bed, getting comfortable. No one is in a rush tonight, so the clothes stay on for now.

Zane leans in, pressing soft kisses to the side of Lyric’s neck while Levi traces soft patterns on her skin. I continue kissing her belly, lavishing attention on the soft pudge there.

I can’t get enough of her curves and her tummy rolls. I love her thick thighs, her massive breasts, and her softness. She’s a queen to me.

Inhaling her scent, I dip my tongue into her belly button, earning a sharp intake from the queen herself.

“Oh, God, Archer,” Lyric moans as I repeat the action. She tries to wriggle away, but I pin her down, holding her by her hips.

“Gonna take you apart slowly,” I promise, my voice husky as it betrays the lust that’s been building inside me since the night started.

Another moan escapes Lyric and she throws her head back into the pillows, thighs clenching together in an attempt to gain friction.

“Patience, baby,” I whisper. Lyric looks down at me, a frown on her face.

But I grin, knowing I have a few tricks up my sleeve. With one hand, I swiftly undo the button on her jeans, then lean up and slide the zipper down with my teeth. She’s unable to tear her gaze away, mesmerized as I nudge the fly open and tease the waistband of her panties.

“You’re going to kill me,” Lyric whimpers. “Please!”

Levi chuckles and moves to kiss her, distracting her as I start slowly pulling her jeans down her legs inch by inch, exposing her pale, freckled skin. I kiss down her legs and she shivers, teeth clacking together in need.

“You’re so wet,” I murmur, noticing the damp spot on her panties. They’re blue and white with blue roses and I trace along a plump one right atop her labia as she spreads her knees wider. My fingers press against the seam, the cotton dragging over her clit as I lean down to suck her through the fabric.

She smells enticing, musky and sweet down here and I can’t get enough. Levi continues to kiss her deeply while I preoccupy myself with sampling whatever I can reach.

Zane is still busy sucking wet marks into her neck and shoulders and he bites down, eliciting a shuddering gasp from Lyric as her fingers twist into my hair, tugging on it. A sharp thrill shoots through me at the touch, elated that she’s losing herself to us already.

I bury my face against her cunt, desire making my cock throb in my pants, precum already leaking out. All I want to do is burymyself to the hilt inside her wet heat, but I want to savor her like a fine wine first.

With my teeth, I drag the panties down over her hips one at a time, gently scraping them against the soft flesh of her thighs. Her soft, needy moans fill the room and I glance up to see Levi’s tongue dominating her mouth as Zane takes over my spot, marking up her belly with kisses and nips.

With a chuckle, I duck back down and slide her panties the rest of the way off, tossing them to the side before I slowly slide myself back up her body, nosing down to her most intimate spot.

Her wet pussy is glistening in the dim light, juices smeared across her thighs as she whines above me, begging for more.

“Please, Archer,” she says, her voice hoarse with desire. “Please touch me!”

“How do you want me to touch you?” I ask, gently stroking a finger across her inner thigh. “Because I’m touching you right now.”

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