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"Think you can come at the same time?" Hunter rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

"Challenge accepted," Parker said. "We can do this, right Slade?"

Slade's only response was to groan and thrust up into me, harder than ever. Only a thin wall of skin separated his cock from Parker's. Every time they drove into me, they must have felt each other. The thought of that drove me wild. Wild enough to come again.

My orgasm stole one from Parker and Slade, making us all come at the same time.

The only sound I heard past the rushing of blood through my ears was the slapping of skin on skin, and the groaning of both guys as they shattered with me.

The universe ended, splintered into a million pinpoints of light and heat. Nothing was left but full, sweating pleasure and the feeling of two incredible guys releasing themselves into my body.

"Now that was fucking hot," Hunter said appreciatively. He didn't let up messaging my breasts until the three of us flopped down together and the guys slid out of me. "I think I like this version of the game much better."

I sagged onto Slade's sweaty chest and lay there catching my breath. When I was finally able to speak, I said, "I like both versions."

As long as my guys were there, I didn't care if I played Kink or Kink and Drink.

In the back of my mind I remembered: we had to survive the trials first.

CHAPTER 17

SLADE

I closed and locked the door to my office. The expression that locks only kept honest thieves out was as true here at Brutham Academy as it was anywhere else. I did it anyway, out of habit. Fuck only knew why anyone would bother to break in anyway.

The students who attended were usually rich enough to buy whatever they needed. They didn't need to steal from anyone’s office. If they did, they'd be disappointed at what they'd find in mine.

I headed down the stairs, toward the corridor that led to the Academy assembly hall. I had no idea why they called this meeting. That made me nervous as hell. The Academy rarely gathered all the students together in one place, and then only for the first day of a new semester, or a graduation ceremony. Today was neither.

I hurried down the corridor and was about to step inside when I caught sight of a couple a few metres past the door. Their voices were low, but the conversation sounded heated. The man, his suit perfectly tailored, stood with a hand pressed against the wall beside the woman's head. His whole posture screamed dominant alpha. The tension in his body suggested he was pissed off.

I couldn't make out who he was, but I knew her. Francine Young, the head of the IT faculty, was only a couple of years older than me. Her chocolate brown hair was kept in a neat bun back from her face. Her heels were so high, she was almost as tall as the man she was speaking to. She looked pissed off too, but not intimidated. She clearly knew him.

"I'm not getting into this now," she hissed.

"This is fucking—" he lowered his voice again.

"No," she said firmly. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed herself away from him. She started off down the corridor, heading in my direction.

It wasn't until he turned that I recognised Joshua Brantley, the third oldest of the Brantley brothers. He usually kept his nose out of their shit in public, but occasionally represented Reuben or Caleb. In private, he was in it as deep as they were. Apparently he had other things going on in private too.

"Francine." He growled at her back. Literally growled. He sounded like a feral dog, a stark contrast to his navy Armani and a white shirt that looked like it wouldn't dare to crease.

She raised her hand but didn't look back. "I said later, Joshua." She gave me a slightly embarrassed smile. "I assume you're going into the meeting, Mr. Lincoln?"

"Uh, yes." I gestured for her to go first and ignored Joshua's glare. Whatever was going on between them was none of my business.

Joshua muttered something under his breath and followed us, but headed to the far side of the hall.

"Trouble in paradise?" I asked. We both moved to the back of the room where several other teachers stood and waited.

"I wouldn't call it paradise," she replied. "How are things with you, Slade?"

I shrugged. "Same shit, different day." If she didn't want to talk about it, I wouldn't push. I turned towards the seats set inlines in the centre of the room. Students were starting to file in and sit down. Lila already sat in the second row, looking anxious.

"This is going to be carnage," Francine remarked. When I turned towards her, she elaborated. "This year's trials. The whole switching it up thing. We'll be lucky if any first years remain when it's done."

"Why do I think you know something I don't?" I asked.

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