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  “I’m taking your pussy. Your pussy’s mine.”

  “Yes.” Of course it was his. We were all his. But especially me.

  “Someone get me a condom.”

  Rob ran into the bedroom and came back with a condom. Jack pulled it on to his erection, though it barely fit. I longed for the day when I could feel his raw flesh inside me. When he was completely sheathed, he pulled me up onto my hands and knees and arranged us so he lay on his back and I hovered over his erection. So beautiful, his penis, tremendous and thick and veined in purple. I’d loved the taste of it, even more than I’d dreamed. My cunt pulsed at the closeness of him, my nostrils drank in the smell of him, that hot, randy male under my body.

  He played with my hair, arranging it over my shoulders as he issued delicious orders to the others. I trembled, eating up every take-charge word.

  Rob would get my ass. Luc, my mouth.

  Body heat closed in on me as they found their positions. I felt surrounded by steamy, muscular flesh. It made me lightheaded and breathless. I gulped in air as Rob prepared my ass with lube, then stroked with his finger. Tingles ran up my spine. Jack lifted his head and watched over my shoulder.

  “God, that’s hot,” he said in a growl. Jack, my wild beast-man.

  His cock bobbed against me, but his grip was so strong I couldn’t lower myself onto him the way I wanted.

  “Relax, relax.”

  I closed my eyes and imagined myself a receptacle of love. I was the being fortunate enough to offer pleasure to three beautiful, powerful men. My rear muscles relaxed under Rob’s gentle probing. Luc’s long cock bumped against my cheek. I lifted my head and drew him in with my lips. He was kneeling behind Jack’s head. I felt Jack’s hot gaze from beneath me. It must have turned him on, what he saw, because he dug his fingers into my hips and pulled me down onto his cock. My knees splayed apart as our flesh met.

  He filled me slowly, inch by thick inch, each one making me gasp against Luc’s cock. I nearly sobbed at the fierce sensation of something so big making its way into my body.

  “Just relax,” Jack murmured. The tendons in his neck stood out from the effort it took to go slow. I released Luc’s cock with a little kiss so I could focus on relaxing. I allowed my inner muscles to welcome him deep, deeper than I’d ever been taken before. A quick little earthquake of spasms shook me. Not an orgasm, but an anticipation.

  Jack held himself still inside me, allowing me to get used to the feel of him. My passage softened, liquefied, and I longed for his thrusts. I wanted him to ram me hard, but I also knew I’d come right away if he did that. So instead I caressed his cock with tiny motions of my inner muscles, brushing the tips of my breasts against his chest. Rich, dark hair curled there, dark as the stubble on his jaw, as the black tar of his eyes. I lost myself in those eyes, which gazed into mine, gauging my every response. I loved his concern for me, his desire for me. I loved—love—everything about him.

  “Ready?”

  I nodded.

  “Okay, Rob.”

  Jack stroked my arms, my breasts, my hair with soft touches as Rob spread my cheeks and probed the rim of my ass with his cock. Luc, Rob and I had done this before, but Jack was much bigger. I wondered, half hysterically, if there would be room for Rob. That might have been my last really coherent thought. Next thing I knew an intense pressure was stretching me to my limits. I gave a sharp little cry of something…shock, delirium, awe. Everyone paused and I shook my head frantically and pushed back against Rob.

  Don’t stop, don’t stop, I wanted to say, but I couldn’t speak because it felt so terribly, mind-shatteringly good. Pleasure sparkled everywhere in my body. It felt as if I were exploding from the inside out. I collapsed onto Jack’s chest and felt him hold me tight while he drove into me, as if he couldn’t hold back another moment. My nipples burned against his chest. I licked the hot, salty skin of his shoulder, bit into his solid flesh until he yelped.

  My vision flickered in and out like an old movie reel. I felt both liberated from my body and engulfed in it. Rob gripped my hips in his strong, familiar hands and worked himself balls-deep into my ass. He growled deep in his throat the way he does when he’s close.

  “This is so fucking hot, Clare,” I heard him say through a dim haze. I couldn’t move at all, pinned between the two of them, and I didn’t want to. Jack sneaked his hand between us to touch my clit, then rocked his hips up at an angle that sent my frazzled senses into overdrive.

  “Oh my God!” I heard my own scream from a distance, as though it was someone else. I never shrieked like that, nor did I babble nonsensical words in a nonstop stream. And then my mouth suddenly had something else to do. Luc lifted my face and presented me with his cock. God, I’d forgotten. Could I do this?

  My whole body shook. Luc had one foot on the floor, the other knee propped on the futon next to my head, which I’d turned toward him. He was giving me a solemn, very un-Luc-like look, waiting for me to indicate what I wanted. Through my breathless gasps, I managed a smile, then parted my lips for him.

  I had to close my eyes after that. The feeling of being plugged from front and back, under and over, in and out, on and on… It took me to a place I didn’t know existed, a place of such selfless, blissful floating that I thought perhaps I’d died.

  I took Luc deep down my throat, as deep as Jack was in my pussy. As deep as Rob was in my ass. Down, down, deeper, deeper. His shaft was hard and demanding, reaching for the back of my throat. I sobbed, trying to keep up with his movements, trying to suck him, pleasure him as I was being pleasured. His hands cradled my jaw, brushed across my cheekbones. I felt the love in his touch. He’d always been there for me. He and Rob. And now they were helping me with the next step in my journey.

  Jack shuddered beneath me. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” he muttered in my ear. It sounded like a prayer. He pressed his hot fingers against my clit and thrust hard and deep, so deep I felt the tremors in my throat.

  I came in rolling waves that tumbled me around like an angry ocean. It didn’t seem to end, pleasure scorching through me, around me, again and again. Hot liquid filled my mouth and I gathered it with my tongue, felt it spill onto my cheeks. I became aware of pulsing heat in my rear, then a body slumping over me, radiating warmth.

  Grunts, groans, whimpers. Collapse, tears, rough rasp of hair against my cheek, male flesh sandwiching me. Bliss. Coma.

  First end

  Adams House—Later that night

  When Jack woke up, Clare was curled next to him, her chin resting on her arms, which were propped on his legs. She smiled sleepily at him, her eyes silvery in the evening light.

  “Have you been watching me?”

  “Yes,” she said simply. “I’m just so happy you’re here. It’s everything I imagined. And more.”

  “Where are the guys?” Out the window, the sky had gone the deep purple of an old bruise. Bare branches scraped against the glass—the wind was picking up.

  “They went to pick up some takeout. I said I wanted some time alone with you.”

  “So you can do that?”

  She frowned. “Of course I can do that. Really, we don’t do everything together. Sometimes Rob and Luc fuck each other when I’m not around. But we take care to keep things in the overall context of our relationship. We never sneak around behind each other’s backs.”

  “So they know you wanted to talk to me.”

  “Yes. They figured I would.”

  “Why?”

  She fixed serious gray eyes on him. “Because I’m in love with you.” She seemed to hold her breath, waiting for his reaction.

  He shook his head to suppress the sweet, fierce joy that welled in his heart. “You’re young. Too young to know what you really feel.”

  “I haven’t been young since the age of six. And you know it. Don’t patronize me.”

  “Okay then. What about the others?”

  “This isn’t about the others. All I know is I want you. Look, I don’t know what it
means. All I know is I haven’t felt this way before and I don’t intend to ignore it.” She rubbed her cheek on his thigh and gazed at him fiercely.

  “You don’t even know me.”

  “Why do you keep spewing stupidity like that? I know you. I know you in my skin, in my bones, in my cunt…”

  He dragged her with him as he lurched to his feet. “You don’t know me,” he growled, grabbing her by her upper arms and sweeping her to him. Her body was so light, so fine, so alive under his hands. “I’m a beast. An animal. I’m not the steady, intellectual grad student you think. As soon as I woke up I wanted to take you again.”

  “So do it,” she gasped.

  “You don’t understand. You do something to me. I can’t be civilized around you.”

  “So?”

  “So?” He had to show her, had to scare her back to her senses. He spun her around and waved in the direction of the futon. “Go lie down. Facedown.”

  She flung herself onto the futon.

  “Scoot up to the top. Stay there.”

  He looked around for something to tie her up with. Luc probably had ties, lots of them. Expensive and silk. But he wanted something rougher, something that would make his point. He grabbed his belt from his pile of clothes.

  Properly equipped, he climbed onto the futon behind her. “Now put your wrists together over your head.”

  She stretched her arms above her and crossed her wrists. Thin and delicate, they made a dainty white cross against the scarlet fabric. The sight made his vision waver. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders. He moved it aside to expose her finely muscled back. He traced the petite knobs of her spine, his fingers moving in a miniature up-and-down roller coaster. Every so often he passed the white line of a scar. When he touched the scars, she shivered.

  His determination left him. How could he think of letting loose the full force of his desires with this girl who had been through so much?

  “No. Don’t,” she said fiercely, turning on her side. Her eyes shone with an intense silvery fire. “I want you. Every part of you. I’m not afraid. Don’t compare this to anything else. This is sex. Love. It’s everything to me. What happened before…it was sheer idiot evil. It was violent, but never sexual. Do you understand?”

  “Okay.” Still, he hesitated, the belt dangling from his hand. Her words reassured him, but the compulsion to fuck her blind had drained away. He wanted her, but he also wanted to protect her.

  “I told you to stop that.”

  How did she know what he was thinking? Maybe her intuition was more finely tuned than most people’s. Fixing him with a provocative look, she put her wrists back into their position over her head.

  “Where were we?” She lowered her voice to a tease. “Somewhere about here, if I remember right.”

  She moved her body in a sensual undulation, rippling like a snake. Hypnotized, he leaned over her and wrapped the belt around her crossed wrists, cinching it tight.

  Slowly she flexed her body, raising her ass into the air. She had the flexibility of a cat. Her spine arched in a perfect bell curve. Her creamy buttocks swayed back and forth as she adjusted the position of one knee, then the other. The leather belt pulled at her wrists, stretching her arms out. She snuggled her face into the futon, winking at him over her shoulder.

  Take me, take me, her body seemed to call. As hard as you want. As long as you want. It’s all for you, every part of me is open to you.

  She spread her knees apart to reveal her swollen sex. “That’s what you do to me, Jack. All you have to do is look at me and I’m turned-on. Ready for you. Look at my cunt.”

  He wasn’t used to hearing that word from a woman, but in her mouth it sounded soft and sensual. He didn’t need her to tell him to look; he was already visually ravaging her. Her slit winked at him through a veil of soft black hair. Tender lips the color of black raspberries beckoned to him. He came closer, close enough to inhale her apple scent, now mingled with the smell of sex.

  He knelt on the futon behind her to enjoy the erotic feast spread out before him. So luscious, so inviting. Dragging his fingernails up the backs of her pale thighs, he watched her shiver. Her eyelids drooped until her ink-black eyelashes nearly touched her cheeks.

  “God, you know how to touch me,” she whispered. “I’ve never felt this way. Luc and Rob and I, we’re like, I don’t know, comfortable old pants to each other.”

  “You’re not comfortable. Or old. And you’re not wearing pants.” He gripped her ass in one hand and shook it back and forth. “It’s shocking how pantsless you are. Nothing to hide you from my prying eyes. Not to mention my prying hands.”

  He dipped a finger into her slit, sliding through the juicy tissues. His thumb found her clit and circled it slowly, deliberately. Her hips moved in response to his rhythm, doing a slow dance in the still air. He watched her, riveted. A current of communication flowed from his thumb to her clit. He’d never felt so connected to anyone before.

  “I’ve wanted to ravage you ever since I first saw you in the dining hall.”

  “I wanted it too. I kept picturing you sweeping all the trays to the floor and throwing me down on the table right in front of everyone.”

  “You have a very dirty mind.” He increased the pace of his thumb, feeling the scorching heat build. “And you don’t mind if I know it, do you?”

  “That’s why I gave you my diary.” Her breath hitched as he pinched her clit. “Did you read it?”

  “Until I couldn’t take it anymore. It was either jerk myself off until I went blind or come over here and let you all have your way with me.”

  She gave a long, moaning sigh as he massaged the muscles of her lower back with his free hand. “There’s no going back, you know,” she said when she could speak. “You’re one of us now.” She arched her spine under his touch, exposing even more of her wet sex to him—the sight acted like a jolt of adrenaline to his cock.

  If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to go out of his mind. “Hold still. Just like that. Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot. You have no idea what you do to me.”

  Her soft, breathless laugh told him she knew exactly what she did to him. As did the way she arched even more, spread her legs just a tiny bit farther.

  “I said, hold still!” As he scrambled to his knees, he spanked one of her ass cheeks, a stinging slap that brought a splash of pink to the surface. She gave a surprised yelp but didn’t change her position. The way she held herself, so open to him, so alert to his next command, went right to his head. “That’s right,” he said in a thick voice. “Now hold still while I plow you senseless.” He spanked her other cheek to balance things out. She moaned. Visible moisture sprang to her wide-open lips. He pinched together the outer lips around her clit and rained a flurry of slaps on her ass until she panted and squirmed, until her white-knuckled hands gripped the belt.

  “Hang on tight,” he warned as he stroked his cock. He slipped on a condom and settled himself between her thighs. Leaning over, he gently kneaded her shoulders and neck.

  “You okay?”

  She nodded faintly.

  “Good girl.” With long, slow motions, he stroked the graceful lines of her back, her fluttering stomach. Her whole body seemed to be in one continuous quiver. The thought that he’d done this to her was supremely satisfying. He cupped her swaying breasts, catching her nipples between his fingers in a hard pinch.

  “Oh God,” she cried, a sudden spasm jolting her body.

  “Oh no,” he warned. “You come when I tell you, not a second before.”

  She nodded quickly, her eyes squeezed shut.

  Then he had to do it, couldn’t help himself. He wrapped one arm around her waist and dragged her off the bed. She squeaked in confusion, her eyes widening. “What …?”

  “Shh. I want you at that pull-up bar.”

  Her mouth closed with a sharp click of teeth. He rustled her to the steel bar and raised her hands over her head. He unfastened the belt only to rebuckle
it so her wrists were firmly attached to the metal. In this position, the tips of her toes barely touched the carpet. Her chest flushed the color of wild roses, the same shade that tinted her ass cheeks from his spanking. Every line of her slender body stretched long and begged for his touch.

  He glanced at her face, looking for signs he’d taken things too far. But no…she looked enraptured, a trancelike dreaminess making her eyes glow bright silver. Her erotic lips were partly open, releasing quick, hot breaths. He traced the tender swoop of her waist down to her hipbone. Her skin seemed to dance to his touch with little joyful quivers. The springy texture of her flesh under his palm made him half mad.

  Roughly he clapped one hand to her wet pussy and ground his palm into her fiery little clit. With the other he pinched one nipple, feeling the hard flesh burgeon beneath the pressure.

  “No nipple clamps,” he muttered. “You’re not ready for clothespins.”

  She drew in a rasping breath. Her eyes flicked to one of the two desks in the common room. He followed her gaze to a clear Plexiglas box filled with paperclips. Was that what she wanted? Could he be so lucky? But now her eyes were closed, as if she’d done her part. His hand went to his cock to stifle the sudden surge of rampant need.

  He left her there, her body trembling with every wisp of air current, and fished out two paperclips. He splayed them open, just a bit, to take it easy on her virgin nipples.

  He put his cheek against hers, feeling the pulse of blood under her skin. “You tell me if this is too much,” he warned.

  “It won’t be,” she said in a choked voice.

  One by one, he fastened the paperclips to her nipples, all his senses completely alert to the swell of her tender flesh, her movements, her whimpers, the color racing to her cheeks. He licked one nipple, tasting metal and sweet heat. When that made her keen with pleasure, he bunched her breasts in his hands. His paws looked beastly against her delicate skin. But she’d done this, she’d sprung the beast from his prison, and maybe she wasn’t so different. That deep, primal moan came from her, not him. He put his mouth on hers to capture the sound.