Lords of Mercy: Royals of Forsyth U (Royals of Forsyth University Book 3)

I watch Killer stroke her thighs, and I get it.

I’ve never really felt the need to indulge in a girl before. Usually it’s suck, fuck, goodbye, and good luck. Story’s got this skin, though. It’s all creamy and silky. It’s the kind of skin you want to feel up against yours, put your mouth to and make a mark in. So good that I’m still skating my fingertips over her spine as she tongues my cock. Her head game is solid. It’s just that I’m imagining this back beneath me when I push into her. I thumb a spot on her shoulder, thinking to myself, here.

I’m going to sink my teeth into this patch of skin when I come.

I abandon the thought to sweep a lock of hair away from her cheek. “Who do you want inside you first? Me or Killer?”

She’s grinding on Killer’s shaft, the tip of his dick shiny with her slick, but at my question, she pauses, peering up at me with dazed eyes. “But I thought… weren’t you going to… uh, you know…”

I lift her chin. “Fuck your pretty little asshole?”

Killian’s head snaps up. “You’re going to what?”

“Don’t worry, baby girl.” The corner of my mouth quirks at the flush that comes over her cheeks, and I can’t help but touch it, stroking my fingers over the warm skin. “There’s room down there for both of us, you know.”

Comprehension dawns over her features, her mouth forming a sweet little ‘o’ as it hits her. “I-I can’t… that’s not…” She wets her lips, eyes wide. “What if it’s too much?”

I shrug, tapping her lips with the head of my cock. “Then we’ll trade off.”

Killian stares at me, biting out a low, “Oh, fuck me.”

She processes this in fits and starts as she mouths at my dick—as she slides against Killer’s cock—as her eyes wander to the sight of Tristian undressing behind me. “Yeah,” she finally decides. It’s almost exactly like when we arrived at the gym. She pushes her shoulders back and nods, features hardening with resolve. “But you first, okay?” she says, eyes shining up at me. “I want my prize.”

Killian’s head flops back to the arm of the couch, fingers digging into her hips. “If I have to sit through him fucking your ass open, then you’re gonna have to cool it with the bump and grind.” The muscle in the back of his jaw ticks when she squirms. “Unless you want me to bust my nut right fucking here.”

Story freezes, tongue peeking out to swipe at her lips as she looks at him. “I understand.”

She’s such a sexy little trooper, too, not even flinching when Tristian kneels onto the couch behind her, the bottle of baby oil clutched in his hand. “All you have to do is relax, sweetheart. We’ll take care of everything.”

The emotion that runs over me as I watch him lift her hips isn’t jealousy, but it’s still possessive and electric. The need to stake my claim and bury myself into her thrums hot in my blood. She’s theirs—ours—and although I’m willing to wait until I can devour her at my own pace, it’s fucking agony to watch Tristian in my place. He was the first to take her mouth. Killer was the first to take her cherry. This one is mine.

“Chill, Rath.” He gives me a quick glance before tipping the bottle, sending a stream of oil right down her crack. “I just want to make sure the two of you don’t tear her up. Let’s do it right.”

My teeth clench, but I stand there and watch as he pushes his fingers down her crease, gathering the slickness. Leaning in to get a better look, I reach out to palm her ass cheek, spreading her wide enough that I can see her sweet, puckered hole pulsating at the first touch of his fingertip. I know from fingering her earlier just how tight that passage is. I squeeze the base of my dick as Tristian pushes inside.

“Oh!” Story’s gasp is almost too quiet to hear.

Killian hears it, though. “Is he in there, little sister?” He surges up to nip at her jaw as his hand wanders between them. I watch it appear from beneath her, Killian’s fingers seeking out Tristian’s. When he finds it buried all the way to the knuckle, Killian groans. “Fuck.” He rears up to pluck a wet, sucking kiss at her gasping mouth. “One day, that’s gonna be me. I’m going to fuck your ass with this fat dick. What do you think about that?” He punctuates this by grabbing his dick and running the head up and down her slit.

She looks like she wants to answer—and from the furl of her brow, I’m guessing it’s going to be something catty and sharp—but then Tristian pushes a second finger in, and the only sound that emerges from her mouth is a high keen.

Tristian’s watching her ass in much the same way I am—heavy-lidded, mouth parted, transfixed by the sight of his fingers sinking inside. “She’s so fucking tight, Rath. You’re going to blow in three seconds flat.”

I shove my fist into his shoulder. “Fuck off. No one can hold their nut like I can.” Bending, I cradle the back of her head and guide it to mine, ripping her away from Killian’s kiss. She seamlessly latches onto my own tongue, letting me feel her silent little grunts as she’s stretched. There’s a wrinkle in her brow that I’m not sure I like, and it makes me ask, “You good, baby?” I’ve fucked a couple girls up the ass before, and they always complained about it hurting, wanting me to get it over with quick. That’s not my style. I want to be buried in that ass for hours. I want it to remember me for days.

She nods against my mouth, hips pushing back into Tristian. “I want… I can take more. More.”

It feels like someone just punched me right in the solar plexus. “Fucking A,” I breathe, awed that I somehow managed to stumble into something this lucky. It’s not just that she’s so eager to have her ass stuffed, either. It’s that she’s a pretty girl who knows me, understands me, and can handle all the messed up bullshit that comes along with it. A bitch who can bite back. A muse who can inspire a symphony with nothing more than a sleepy morning sigh and the serpentine curl of her naked body. A runaway who always returns. A woman who can face us down while getting on her knees for us.

An actual fucking Queen.

I kiss her hard and deep, muttering thoughtless, embarrassing nonsense in between plunges of my tongue. Shit like, “You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” and, “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” and, “Want to make you bleed.”

The last one is said with the thinnest thread of restraint, and I kind of can’t stand that Tristian and Killer hear it, because it’s not the way it sounds. They wouldn’t get it.

But Story does.

“Yeah,” she gasps, fingers threading through my hair. “Just like that. Please.”

Tristian makes a small, disapproving noise. This is why I fuck her in my room. “You want him to fuck you,” Tristian says, making way for my fingers when I reach back to feel the stretch around his own. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

Her eyes meet mine just as I sink a finger in alongside Tristian’s. “Yes.”

“Tell us exactly what you want,” Tristian softly demands. “You are, after all, our Queen.”

My gaze bolts up to his, and I realize he’s feeling it, too. That Story Austin is more than just a Lady. There’s only one person who could be here right now, taking all of us, in every way imaginable, because maybe we made her, shaped her to suit our own twisted fantasies, fucked her up too much for someone normal and nice. But she’s molded us just as much.

The four of us have absolutely ruined each other for anyone else.

Her eyes flash at the word—Queen—and I realize she loves the title just as much as we love bestowing it on her. It’s not like she hasn’t earned it. She’s sacrificed everything for the position. “Remember that night?” She turns to glance at Tristian over her shoulder, her fiery eyes following our arms and wrists, disappearing behind her. “The camera in my room. When I touched myself for you?”

Tristian has a lot of room to talk about two pump chumps. He looks like he’s about to explode. “Of course, I remember.”

She wets her lips, nodding. “You said…you told me not to…finger myself. You didn’t want anything inside me but you. The three of you.” Killian spits a low curse, drawing her attention. It’s why, when she speaks, she’s staring into his eyes, hips rocking back onto our fingers. “That’s what I want. I don’t want you coming anywhere else but inside me.”

All three of us freeze, and I can’t speak for the others, but I take a second to get past the shock of her making such a dirty fucking request to actually parse the contents. A few months ago, this girl couldn’t even look us in the eye as we took our pleasure. Now she’s asking to be our cum dumpster?

Killer’s chest caves with a low, tortured laugh. “Trust me, that’s the last fucking thing you want.”

“Baby, if you took every load we made, you’d never get a break,” I agree, thrusting my finger deeper. “You’d have jizz coming out your eyeballs.”

Tristian’s fingers move again. “You’re seriously underestimating how much we jerk off. But, hey, hey,” he’s quick to add, sensing the same thing I am. The clench of her ass. The way she’s closing up. “Maybe we can try saving it up for you, hm?” He curves over her back to press a kiss to her shoulder, his free hand wrapping around the delicate column of her throat. “Try,” he stresses. “That means you’ll have to be a little more…” Tristian seems at a loss for how to finish that sentence.

But I’m not. “Available.”

Killian tips up to mouth at her nipple. “Willing.”

“It’s like Rath said.” Tristian muffles his laugh into her shoulder. “You’d never get a fucking break.”

Her jaw falls open, but her eyes slide closed. “O-okay.”

Killer and I share a dark look.

Okay.

O-fucking-kay.

“Rath.” Tristian leans back, dipping his head to watch as his fingers slip free. “I think she’s ready for you.”

My finger’s still knuckle-deep, so I give it a couple of testing thrusts. Part of me is annoyed Tristian doesn’t trust me to do this myself. I’d be patient, teasing, methodical as I got her loose and slick for my cock. A bigger part of me knows Tristian would be more careful, though. This is her first time, after all. She deserves the care he’s taken just as much as she deserves the tender look in Killer’s eyes when he shifts her hips, getting her in position for me. She deserves for someone to soothe away that nervous spark filling her eyes, which is why Tristian reaches up to give her shoulders a slow massage.

“You’ve got this, sweetheart.”

Suddenly, the thought of doing this with her upstairs, all alone, seems completely fucking unappealing.

Tristian gives her shoulder one last kiss before climbing off the couch. I take his place, accepting the bottle of oil when he tosses it to me. “I know I don’t need to tell you to take it slow,” he says, watching as I get my dick nice and slick. “Just go easy.”

He gives me a look, and I hear what he’s not saying.

Make it good.

Make her like it.

Don’t ruin it for her.

Don’t ruin it for the rest of us.

“Yeah,” I reply, tossing the bottle somewhere on the floor. “Consider me sex refereed, Tris.”

Story wriggles her hips impatiently, and from this vantage, I can see the sweat beginning to bead up on her lower back. I rake my teeth over my lip as I take in the view: Story straddling Killer’s hips, his legs spread wide enough to accommodate the knee I’ve got digging into the couch cushion, the curve of her spine as she bows her back, putting everything on display for me.

“Shit,” I mutter, grabbing each ass cheek and spreading her wide open. My dick falls right into the crease and I follow, thrusting against the warm, oiled skin. I could easily get off just like this, fucking her ass crack like some horny fresher.

“Dimitri?” One of her dark eyes peers at me over her shoulder and I clear my throat, trying to stay focused.

“I’ve got you,” I say, using one hand to grab my dick while the other guides her hip. I can feel Tristian’s presence beside me, and I know his eyes are glued to the head of my cock, pressing up against her hole. “Ready, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Look at me,” Killian says, cradling the back of her skull.

I push, gentle at first, and then harder, forcing the head of my cock past the resistance. Her sharp, loud gasp is like static in my ears over the hammer of my pulse, and I grunt, “Ah, fuck…” Her ass is so goddamn hot, I’m regretting all that talk about being able to make this slow, because the only thing I want to do is slam right into her. I gnash my teeth, using my free hand to sweep up her back.

Killian’s whispering things to her as he holds her close, but only snatches float back to me. “…gonna make you so full…bet you’re so tight, little sister… don’t close your eyes, let me see…”

Gulping in a breath, I grit out, “Can’t stop,” and push another thick inch of my dick into her ass.

Her hand flies back, grabbing blindly until it finds my thigh. “Oh god, Dimitri…”

Killian’s arms lock around her middle, but he doesn’t fight when I get a fistful of her hair, tugging her up to pant a series of sharp breaths against her temple. It makes her hips rock down, sinking another inch into her.

“Goddamn, her ass is so tight.” Through the dampness of her skin and the oil on my hands, I try to get a grip good enough on her to thrust in deeper. “Almost there,” I say when she makes a small, strained sound, hands clawing at my forearms. “Just a little more.”

Tristian’s crouched beside her, hand shoved between her and Killian, rubbing at her clit. “You’re taking it so good, sweetheart. He looks like he’s barely holding on. You can take the rest, can’t you?”

The hair tangled in my fist tugs with her nod. “I can take it, I can take it.”

I clench my fingers against her scalp and hook my other hand over her shoulder, giving one last, hard shove. I bottom out with a grunt, fully sheathed inside her.

Through the rush of hot-tight-slick, I distantly note that Tristian is whispering. “That’s our good girl. Look at you, taking it all. How does it feel, sweetheart?”

Her back expands with a tight inhale. “It burns, but…it also…god, I can feel it twitching.”

Oh, it’s twitching alright—angry, impatient, mindless twitches, because it’s taking every ounce of restraint I have not to start pounding into her. I use the moment to drag her up against my chest, wrenching her head to the side for a long, sloppy kiss. Killer follows, sucking a bruise into her neck as Tristian leans in to lick a wet loop around her nipple.

Her face is so red that, this close, I can see the fan of broken capillaries on the apple of her cheek. “Does it… feel good?” She whispers the question right against my mouth, and beneath the strain and breathlessness, I can hear something I don’t like.

“Open your eyes,” I demand, holding her chin steady so she can’t look away. “You always feel good, baby. Always.” I lick at the tip of her tongue and she licks back, because she’s so perfect that she understands it’s giving Tristian and Killer a nice little show. Despite that, I get so distracted with it that I completely miss Tristian pushing to his feet.

Suddenly, his dick is inches from our faces.

Getting the hint, I give her tongue one last parting suck before using my grip on her chin to turn her attention to the hard cock currently leaking in front of us.

“That’s it,” Tristian says, feeding her the tip of his cock. “Just relax for a minute. Let yourself get nice and loose for him.”

It’d be absolute torture, kneeling here motionless as her ass strangles my dick, except that it’s weirdly not. I nose into the damp nape of her neck, pulling in the scent of cherries and sweat and her, and she suckles on Tristian’s dick and Killian’s kisses as she waits. By the time she finally gives her hips an experimental roll, I don’t even feel like I might die if I don’t start slamming into her like a goddamn psycho.

As I ease my hips back, dragging my cock away, Killian asks, “Do you know how long we’ve talked about doing this?” If she hears his question, we wouldn’t know it, not from the loud whine she makes as I thrust back inside. He answers anyway. “So long that we didn’t even know what you looked like underneath all those cute little dresses you used to wear.”

Fuck, I’d almost forgotten about those evenings in high school, holed up in the basement getting drunk and stoned, talking about what it’d be like to stuff her full of our cocks. It didn’t even mean anything back then—not like it does now. It was just dumb, ridiculous teenage fantasies shared between buddies. I know things have changed between us, because back then, Killer would struggle to play along, silently seething at the thought of sharing his new shiny toy, even though it was nothing but talk back then. Tristian had Gen, and I had zero interest in pissing off the heir to South Side.

Now, he reaches behind her and grabs her ass, spreading her open for me as I fuck into her. “How does it feel, Rath?”

Puffing hard breaths into her cheek, I answer, “Like I’m fucking a goddamn vise grip.” It’s not entirely true. I can feel her loosening up with every hitched gasp she makes, rocking back into me.

To Killian’s credit, Tristian’s the one to ask, “You ready for Killer, sweetheart?”

She plants her palms on Killer’s chest—one covering each tattoo—and shudders. “I’m ready.”