I sit up straight, my lips going slack around the gag. What the hell are Jasper and Perry doing down here? Did they follow Reuben and me when we slipped into the crypt? Do they suspect something?
It’s only when Reuben starts stroking my knuckle with the pad of his thumb that I realize I’m gripping him hard as I can. I try to ease up, but my fingers refuse.
If they discover me down here, it will put an end to everything. Is that why Cass gagged me? He can’t honestly think I’d make a noise and attract their attention—I could have done that any time in the past few hours I’ve been alone in the dorm. But since I’m past the point of complaining about their treatment, I sit and bear it.
At least until this fucking gag is loose. Then they’ll get a mouthful.
A thump rattles a bookshelf a few yards away, back in the sitting area. Crap, what was that? Are they fighting? Fabric rustles, this time not nearly as muted as before.
If my eyes were to go any wider, I swear they’d pop out of my head.
They can’t be doing what I think they’re doing.
Can they?
Reuben peels open my fist and laces his fingers through mine. Something brushes my leg, and I turn my stricken gaze on Apollo who managed to move right up beside me without making a noise. Then again, I hadn’t been focusing on them, had I? Apollo takes my other hand, mimicking Reuben.
Do they think I’ll try scratching my way out of here or something? I shift on the layers of blankets and mattress beneath me, and squint in the darkness, looking for Cassius.
Maybe he thinks Apollo and Reuben have me taken care of, because I can’t spot him in the shadows even though my eyes have adjusted to the dark.
Outside, Jasper and Perry start kissing. From those desperate sounds, it seems this tryst of theirs is long overdue.
More rustling.
A stifled moan.
Mother of God, I can’t stand this. My brain seems very eager to fill in the blanks of what’s happening. In my mind, those two boys are doing some very, very naughty things to each other.
I shift again, and then freeze.
No, this can’t be happening.
Are those sounds turning me on? It can’t be. It’s more likely the fact that Zach’s brothers have my hands clasped like kids on a first date.
The weirdest first date imaginable.
But there’s definitely something happening between my legs. I’m starting to feel slick and tingly. Even my underwear’s becoming damp.
There’s another thump, a harsh indrawn breath, and then a deep moan.
Guess Jasper and Perry couldn’t care less about keeping quiet—they think they’re all alone in the abandoned library.
Oh my God! Jasper and I went through a whole lesson with him knowing he’d done this very thing just a few yards away? The pervert! Is that why he couldn’t concentrate?
I flinch when a hand slides around the front of my throat.
Damn it. When did Cass move behind me?
Outside the lair, Jasper and Perry break into a furious, grunting rhythm. I can’t make out if they’re in pain or ecstasy. Probably a little of both.
Cass’s other hand glances over my knee and up the inside of my thigh. I twist my shoulders, trying to get away from him. Reuben and Apollo tighten their grip on my hands.
I freeze.
No.
Bastards!
They weren’t holding my hands because they were damn well sweet on me. They’re keeping me still for Cass.
I grunt at them through the gag. Definitely not loud enough for Jasper and Perry to hear—although I doubt they’d notice a bomb going off—but I still end up with Cass’s fingertips digging into my throat.
His hand starts moving again, inching toward my center.
Outside, books rattle on the shelf as the boys’ pounding grows slower, but harder. I hear a muffled, “Fuck!” but I have no idea who said it because right now I have problems of my own.
Cass’s fingertips slide under my dress and skate over my hipbone. He hooks a finger over the elastic of my underwear and tugs it down an inch. The hand around my throat travels up until he’s cupping my jaw. He tilts back my head until I’m staring up at the silhouette of his head and shoulders.
“Lift your cute little ass so I can take these off,” Cass murmurs into my ear.
What the fuck?
I start struggling, but that somehow translates into me agreeing that he can yank off my undies and leave them tangled around my knees. I buck, and that’s when Reuben and Apollo grab my hips and shove me back onto the floor.
Panting into my gag, I toss hair out of my eyes and try to think of my next move while ignoring the fact that my body thinks this is all above board.
Lips brush my cheek as Cassius rains soft little kisses over my face and neck. There’s a tug at my underwear before he groans into my ear. “You’re fighting pretty damn hard for someone who’s already wet,” he says.
Heat washes over my face and sinks into my cheeks. I don’t think I’ve ever been this humiliated in my life.
Outside, there’s one last thump, and a groan to rival the one Cassius just let loose in my ear.
Another drawn-out, “Fuuuck,” and I’m sure it’s coming from Perry.
Frantic motion, skin on skin.
A deep sigh.
My mind is going haywire. The more I try and keep it blank, the more it fills with graphic images of what they’re doing out there.
“Yes. Fuck,” Jasper grunts.
Goosebumps break out over my skin, and I have no idea if it was that outburst, or Cass’s teeth grazing the back of my neck.
Another thump.
Then a breathless, “We have to go,” from Jasper.
“Not yet,” Perry says, and my chest tightens how frantic he sounds. “Please, Jay. Just five more minutes.”
They start kissing again. Cass’s hand is less than an inch from the hot, throbbing mess between my legs.
“I’ll fuck you first,” Cass whispers in my ear. “Then Apollo, then Rube. Hopefully you’ll be stretched out enough for him by then.”
My body shudders, and Cass chuckles low and deep in his throat.
“Damn right you should be scared. I don’t think you can handle him, my pretty little slut. Not that you have a choice, of course. Not if he ends up splitting you right down the fucking middle.”
There’s a soft, angry growl from Reuben.
“Wait!” Perry’s voice makes me stiffen in surprise. “Did you hear that?”
“Let’s go!” Jasper whispers furiously. Metal clinks against metal and fabric rustles. “Quick, before—”
A whistle pierces the air.
I gasp behind my gag. Zach’s brothers fall back, releasing me.
Zachary’s voice cuts through the air like a whip. “You two!”
“Shit!” Jasper hisses right over Perry’s panicked, “Oh, fuck!”
“What on God’s green earth are you doing?” Zachary bellows.
Again, we’re all holding our breath. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Jasper yelps.
“Come here!” Zachary yells.
Off to one side, further away than he had been before, Perry starts crying. “Please, Brother, we were—”
“I know exactly what you two were doing.”
My blood runs cold at the sound of Zachary’s voice. Before I can stop myself, I’m hugging my arms over my chest. I don’t ever want to hear him speaking to me with such frigid anger.