Page 145 of Twisted Legacy

I don’t know what her thing with Pax would be. I don’t even know if he has a thing, but if he does, I’m sure she’d embrace it and make it better. He’s missing out.

I palm Thea’s breasts, scraping my thumb across her nipples. She arches into my hands, but I pull her back flush against me. Tilting my head towards Holden, I say. “Let’s see how long it takes to get our girl off, with all of our clothes on.”

She snorts. Of course she does. Because she’s never gonna take anything we say at face value. “What are we, fifteen? Trust me, Number Three, it’s gonna be hard to get me off fully clothed.”

I nibble on her ear and say, “You’ll be naked, Pet. The rest of us won’t.”

Her breath hitches as my meaning sets in. “Whatever you have planned, it won’t work. I need skin to skin contact.”

“We’ll see about that.”

She shakes her head when Holden points to the bed. He warns, “I’m not opposed to giving you rug burns, but for what we have in mind, I think you might be more comfortable on the bed.”

He snatches her up and tosses her through the air. I chuckle as she emits a little yelp when she bounces on the bed. I walk around the other side, climbing onto the bed beside her. Grabbing her shoulders, I pull her against me. If this is going to work, there’s one more thing to take care of.

I grab my phone out of my back pocket and dial Coach Wolfe’s number. “What?”

I ignore the terse answer and put it on speakerphone. “I’m about to have your star pupil panting my name. What’s the record for the number of orgasms you’ve given her?”

Thea laughs and says, “In total or in one night?”

Wolfe’s dark chuckles hint that these two have secrets. I place the phone on the bed. Holden has a quizzical expression on his face. He’s probably trying to work out the orgasm number, based on what he knows about Thea’s reaction time to sexual stimuli.

“Not only are we gonna beat whatever your number is, but we’re gonna do it without removing a stitch of our clothing.”

“You hear that, sweetness? Think they can do it?”

“They look very motivated to try,” Thea says, in the most incredulous tone she can muster.

Wolfe hmmms then his voice drops when he asks, “Have you eaten today, sweetness?”

She squirms against me, biting down on her bottom lip. Just the sound of his voice has her flushed. Her hand slips between her legs.

“Because I’m starving.”

She moans, grinding against her hand. I’m in awe. It’s like some type of pavlovian response. “Are you touching yourself, sweetness?”

“Yes.”

“I wanna hear. Bring the phone closer.” Her hand flails out, looking for it. I grab it and hand it to her. She lowers it, putting it between her thighs so he can hear. God, now I’m gonna have her juices on my screen. It’s gonna be like my own personal scratch and sniff. I’m never dropping it in water.

“Those noises sound so good. I wish I were there, to see you making a mess on your hands.”

“Me, too,” she pants.

“Finn says they plan to beat the number of times I’ve made you cum. What did you do this time to land in The Trium’s clutches?”

Her free hand toys with her nipples. “Finn and Holden are making amends, trying to prove to me how sorry they are for the shit they’ve done to me.”

“Mmm. IfIwere apologizing, you wouldn’t be sounding so calm or compliant. I’d push you to the edge over and over, refusing to let you cum until you give me what I want.”

I scoff. He clearly doesn’t understand how to apologize. And they call us the assholes.

He asks, “Would you give it to me right away?”

“No.”

“Of course not, because you never take the easy route, and that makes me so fucking hard for you. You know how much I love that fighting spirit, don’t you? How much I love to hear you sing for me?”

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