Page 86 of Kings of Westbrook High

He takes my neck into his mouth and I throw my head back, reaching up to wrap my free hand around his neck. Damon glares at that and smacks the back of his head, making me laugh.

“You mark her, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Relax, brother.” He jokes, sliding his tongue over the spot. “We all know she’s yours.”

“Hear that, baby?” He smirks, gripping my throat to pull my mouth back to his. “Mine.”

My eyes darken at the corners and I kiss him back, giving into him and his possessive hold on me while my body shakes and writhes between them. He rubs my clit again and I scream like a fucking maniac, coming so hard I’m sure I’m about to black out. The boys groan as one and follow a moment later, holding inside me while they fill me up together.

Then I’m in the air.

“Damon!” I squeal, gripping his waist for leverage when he tosses me over his shoulder and smacks my ass.

He drops me down on my back just as quick and I frown, looking left when I realize he’s taken me to the next bed over. He growls and falls down on me, throwing my legs apart and gripping my throat to pull my eyes back to his.

“Eyes on me, punk.” He rasps, pulling his cock out with his free hand. “Only me.”

I nod, throwing my head back when he slips inside me and fucks my pussy like he owns it, which, let’s be real, he does. He grips the backs of my knees and pushes them down to my ribs, making me shake, then he grinds on my clit and dips his head to take my nipple into his mouth. Just when I’m about to come, he pulls out and flips me over so I’m bent over on my knees with my chest pinned to the bed. He smacks my ass hard and I scream, whimpering when he slides back inside and reaches around me to play with my clit. He spreads his free hand over my ass and slips his thumb inside, digging his fingers into my skin so hard I’m sure he’ll leave a mark. I’m ready to come and he knows it, which is why he slows his pace, denying me.

“Damon..” I plead, fisting the sheet with both hands when I realize what he wants from me.

“I know, baby.” He rasps, grinding on me in slow, agonizing circles. “Say it.”

“Fuck you.”

“I will.” He teases, smacking my ass. “After you say it.”

“Fuck. Please.” I cry out, tossing my stubborn ass pride away and fucking him back. “Please let me come.”

He groans, wrapping my hair around his fist to pull my back up to his chest. He sucks on my neck and I scream, digging my nails into the back of his neck when he pulls my ass down to his lap and slams his hips up into me. He rubs my clit with his free hand and I’m gone, squeezing his cock so hard even I can feel it pulsing around him.

“Fuck, Callie.” He growls, wrapping his arms around me to hold me down on him while he finishes inside me.

My body falls limp against his and I face plant the mattress, struggling to pull air into my lungs while he drops down on his side beside me. He runs his hand over my spine and I tense, only just remembering my scar. I slide my eyes to the boys, releasing a breath when I’m satisfied they didn’t see it. Damon smooths my hair over my back to cover it and I close my eyes, pretending he didn’t just do that for me because it’s easier than the alternative.

“Callie?”

“Yes, Kai?”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve just ruined every other girl for me for life.”

I laugh lightly, cracking one eye open when he stands and drops his ass down beside me. He hands me a beer and I take it, raising a brow when he grins and lifts my thong between us.

“Can I keep this?”

“Gimme that, you little fucker.” I snatch it from him, sitting up to pull it back on.

“Little?” He teases, wiggling his brows.

Wren snorts and drops his down beside us, passing me a freshly rolled joint and lifting his lighter to burn his own. I sit back against the headboard and do the same, eyeing them and their still half naked bodies a moment.

“What the fuck did we just do?” I ask no one in particular, blowing my smoke up to the sky.

“Pretty sure it’s called incest.” Wren jokes, making me laugh.

“You boys share your toys like that often?” I ask, hating the clear jealousy I feel when I allow my mind to go there.

“I do.” Kai shrugs, necking his beer. “They don’t.”

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