Page 31 of Beautiful Delusions

I'm hit with an orgasm that knocks the air from my lungs with its force. Ezra growls, cumming inside of my ass. The pulsing of his cock spurs on my own screams. Still pumping warm cum, he slowly withdraws, the release as pleasurable asthe entry. I tilt my hips back, calling a mixture of their names when I'm flipped on my back.

Kyan's weight presses down onto my chest, my legs held wide at the ankles by Lucas and Ezra. Increasing his pace, Kyan fucks me. So hard, so deep, I'm certain he's pounding directly into my soul. My orgasm triples, drawn out with the ferocious slamming of his cock. I'm soaking, screaming, and spent by the time Kyan whips out, coming into a discarded towel.

Just as I moan, fighting to catch my breath, a warm tongue licks my pussy. Strokes my clit. Looking down, I find both Lucas and Ezra cleaning me of my own cum, multiple hands pinning down my thighs. I buck regardless, rasping for words. When they fail, I reach out and run my fingers through their hair.

"You taste so good, Feisty." Lucas smirks at me, green eyes twinkling. "Do you like having two men lick your pussy?"

"Yes.” I bite my lip as my cheeks flame red.

"Good girl." Ezra grins. Sighing and content, I rest back, savoring the hot strokes they provide. A soft caress. A loving brush. Conformation they care for me. I've been waiting for this.

We remain there for what feels like an eternity until finally, our blissful moment fades, and reality slowly creeps back in. I’m panting, dots peppering my vision. Shifting, I expect the three men to move around me, changing positions like a carousel. Rotating to give each a turnbut that’s not what happens. Instead, I’m eased up the mattress, cocooned in by the hard planes of their bodies. They’ve barely broken a sweat, so the break is for my benefit. I don’t question it, not as I instinctually snuggle into Kyan’s side, my limbs as heavy as my voice.

“Lucas?” I breathe. “You were never going to give me back my meds, were you?” Of all the times to ask such a question, this is most likely the worst. But I don’t want to fall asleep beside them with it playing on my mind. Cupping my cheek, Lucas gently twists my head backward to see the serenity in his gaze.

“No, Feisty One. I was never going to let you dull your true self. From the moment you propositioned Ezra in the library, I wanted you as mine. Not some drugged-up version, but the version of yourself you were scared to let the world see.”

Tears well in my eyes, spilling over as I close my lids. Lucas presses a kiss to one side, Kyan kissing away the other. Ezra has settled himself between my legs, his head on my thigh. He’s not as open as the others, not as able to express himself, but I understand. In small glimpses, Ezra has shown me he wants affection, but like me, he struggles to accept it. Hiding behind a mask is far easier. Turns out the Thorn Brothers were as desperate for acceptance as I was.

Tiredness drags me into a soft lull, my breathing becoming deep. Yet, there’s a smile on my face. I’m officially their pet now. Publicly claimed, fully initiated. The one who will connect them before life tears them apart. We all have our role to play here, and as I lie in a cage of their protection, I vow not to regularly take meds again. I don’t want to live on synthetic highs–I want this. Adrenaline rushes and natural thrills. Lucas believes in me, and it’s time I believed in myself. The Thorn’s Pet is perfect, chosen, revered. It may not be forever, but for now–it’s exactly what I need.

“I’m so glad you chose me to be your last one,” I murmur, drifting to sleep before I can hear a response.

Several Weeks Later.

Do you believe in déjà vu? How about the pre-emptive feeling something bad is about to happen? That’s what I’ve had since the moment I opened my eyes.

This was my fourth university. My fourth chance to get things right. And I did. Until now. Staring at the ceiling, I feign sleep. Whatever it takes to keep the snoring beings crushingme from either side to stay blissfully unaware of what today is. Graduation day.

The tremors returned in the early hours of this morning. It’s been so long since I felt them, I hadn’t realized the panic attack was clawing up my throat until it was already in full swing. Somehow, I managed to keep it to myself, finding solace in Ezra’s heavy arm as he turned and slammed it down on my ribs. Lucas shifted next, suffocating me into his chest. His cologne lingered, filling my shallow gasps until I could settle enough. This is safe. This is home, I kept repeating.

I didn’t get back to sleep, preferring to savor the moments I had left, wrapped in their comfort. Kyan pulled the short straw tonight in whichever way the guys choose who occupies my bed. But being the last we’d spend together, he wriggled beneath the covers sometime before dawn and laid his head on my stomach. If I were in a calmer mood, I could have laughed at wondering whose morning glory would poke him in the eye first.

We knew this day was going to come, Jazzie reminds me from the reserves of my mind. She’s been much quieter lately, drowned out by the boys laughing and joking whenever they’re not fixated on pleasuring me. It’s been quite the distraction leading up to my finals, but not one I’d have changed. Wanting them to see me succeed was motivation enough.

A sudden, hard beeping sounds to my left. I jump, dislodging Kyan’s head as I scramble to find Ezra’s phone beneath his pillow. He’s tucked in the space between the mattress and the headboard, his heavy head guarding it like a freaking, snoring minotaur or something.Turn off, turn off, you stupid fucking thing.My thumb hits the snooze too late as three pairs of dazed eyes settle on me. Dammit.

“Morning, Feisty One,” Lucas kisses my forehead. “Sleep well?” I reserve my grunt. Had it been any other day, I’d haveshoved him out of the bed. Instead, I lie here, my limbs clenched and mind whirring.

“Someone had better getinme pronto,” I grit through my teeth. All three of them jolt into action. Kyan somehow wins, gripping my hips and yanking me down beneath the covers.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he chuckles, his mouth descending on mine.

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Smoothing the robes down over my front, the butterflies in my stomach are back. I peer at myself, fighting the tears that are making my eyes appear strained. This is a good day. A happy one, I tell myself. Exhaling a shaky breath, I position the cap upon my pale blue hair. I’ve curled the ends into loose rings and taken extra time to apply my make-up. The yellow tassel tickles my cheek, so I flick it aside. The photos from today will sit on my desk in the future, and I don’t want to cringe every time I look at them.

As ready as I’ll ever be, I exit the bedroom and softly pad my white Converse downstairs. Some things never change. At the base of the stairs, the three Thorn Brothers are waiting for me, warm smiles across their faces. Lucas outstretches his hand as if I’m entering a prestigious ball.

“You look incredible,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I scoff.

“I’m wearing the baggiest, black robe,” I roll my eyes. Kyan winds his arms around me from behind.

“So are we, but somehow you make them look better.” I try to twist around, but he holds me tight, keeping my view on the stairs. Ezra steps into my eyeline, a stole in his hands. Waiting for me to straighten, he lowers the material over my shoulders so that the yellow trim hangs down either side of my lapels. TheWaversea initials and crest have been stitched into the fabric. His fingers rub the silk, lingering with a sad smile on his face. I catch his blue eyes quickly skate over my shoulder and return, trying to keep the smile in place. He fails.

Spinning, I manage to twist out of Kyan’s hold and see a row of suitcases and boxes lined up by the door. My heart stutters.

“What…what’s with the bags?” I start to shake again, all of the orgasms from this morning losing their effect. Lucas twists his lips, trying to find the right words.

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