Enthralled Hearts

18 months ago

Are you ever coming back East to visit? My girl was wondering if we could get a repeat of that night…

The text from my former resident advisor and friend, Mike, glows on my dashboard. My eyes roll and libido yawns. “Send response to Mike.” The hands-free system lights up, ready for my dictation. “Not sure if I’ll have time to visit. I have things to take care of here, and then my agent says I’ll be going in the first round of the next NHL draft. Tell your girl to look for someone else to join you two in your bedroom games.” I wait until the message sends before speaking the rest of the words burning my tongue while a vague memory of blonde hair and a wet mouth wafts through my brain. “Your girl wasn’t interesting enough to make me want a repeat.” Mike’s a good friend. No need to offend him by sending him the insult to his long-standing girlfriend. As I make another turn, the old-growth forest opens to reveal a familiar gothic monstrosity.

Alandale Academy, my elite alma mater, casts a long, malevolent shadow over its students. Even two years gone, I still feel its chill. The tires of my Ferrari Roma squeal when I drift into one of the empty parking spots. Thoughts of how long its poison will affect our lives swirl through my brain. The corruption needs to end. For all that I’m just a bit-player in the current drama, I’m happy to help Iris blow up the status quo.

Iris. My hand rubs my chest, determined to erase the ache that hits me at the thought of the green-eyed vixen. First female in my life I willingly fucked more than once. If I’m honest with myself, she’s the one female I’d consider entering a relationship with. Monogamy drifts through my brain like an icy wind. A shiver races down my spine. Maybe that’s the shining ideal. Love and loyalty strong enough to build a life on. The concept glows with a golden, fiery sheen all its own. But the pitfalls feel a lot more fucking real than the benefits, at least to me. 

My little sparrow, however, seems well on her way to that blissful state, if she and her chosen demon don’t murder each other first.

Personally, I can’t see trusting someone to that extent. Letting them so deep inside you that your secrets become theirs. Where they spar with your demons every damn day yet can sleep in peace beside you every night. And don’t get me started on the whole sex with one person for the rest of your life shit. Just the thought of that mind-numbing routine makes me want to drive my Ferrari off a cliff. I’m already bored enough without looking at the same face, the same body night after night. Sex is fucking sex, and not even Iris’ tight, former-virgin pussy entices enough to make me want fifty or so years of the same meal.

I’ll stick with the buffet. And if I suffer the occasional heartburn… A snort erupts at my own stupid pun… it’s nothing I can’t deal with. My only concern is whether formerly innocent Iris really is in love with the possessive, sado-masochistic ape who claimed her, or if she’s caught up in all the drama surrounding them. I don’t want to see her hurt.

Since August is my little brother’s best friend, a guy I’ve known our whole lives, I don’t want to see his heart break either. If things don’t work out between Iris and him, I don’t think he’ll be hurt so much as destroyed. A lot of people talk a good game, but when it comes down to it, few are the sort who really would burn the world in the name of a broken heart. August Hartford tops that list.

I need to find a way to test him and Iris out. Make sure she doesn’t have any residual feelings for me that could cause trouble for her relationship with August.

But first, I promised Iris that I’d protect her friends until she and the guys get back. One’s already been taken; knowing the sort of scum who took her—knowing my sperm donor’s involved—bile climbs into my throat. I refuse to let Iris lose another friend to the vermin.

Gaze dropping to my cell when another text comes in, I see a screenshot of the two women I need to protect. My inner hedonist rubs his hands together, cackling with glee. Two cute brunettes in Alandale’s ubiquitous black and green uniform. Sweet, good girls. Since teaching Iris all the ways to play the seduction game, my libido has been salivating for the taste of innocence. Just a glance at the photo reveals enough of that quality in both women for me to gorge on. A deep breath gusts from my lungs when I turn off the screen 

Eyes sweeping the dark parking lot as I climb out of my car, I catch sight of movement entering one of the golden pools thrown by the ornate lamps dotting the area. Stomach tightening, recognition hits. The two students crossing the lot are the very women I’m looking for. A curse escapes as I stride toward them.

“Olivia? Lottie?”

Their gazes cut my way, steps faltering and frowns marring their porcelain complexions. I see recognition dawn in brown eyes a heartbeat before it breaks in blue. The brown-eyed, repressed siren steps forward. “Emerson? What are you doing here?”

Like an understated movie score, her voice laces sensation through me. It’s all I can do to quell the ripple of awareness down my spine. “Iris sent me to stay with you two for now. You heard about Evelyn?”

Her breath hitches, eyes flying wide as teeth rip into a plump bottom lip. My cock twitches. “We did. Students are supposed to stay in their dorms tonight, but Lottie got a call from her parents. Our dorm monitor gave us permission to meet them here.”

Okay. Brown-eyes is Olivia, then. Good to know. Even as the thought sinks in, alarm skitters through me at her words. Instincts prickle like nettles over my skin. Once again, my gaze sweeps the lot. I catch sight of a dark, non-descript van idling in one far corner of the lot where the lights don’t reach. Wrapping an arm around both girls, I steer them toward the academy’s entrance. “Let’s wait for them in…”

A silver BMW rolls to a stop beside us. The passenger door flies open before the car even shuts down. “Lottie!”

“Mom?” The curvy, azure-eyed sweetie pulls away from me, paling as an older, more plastic version of her wraps her up, tears dripping onto her daughter’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?” When her mother offers nothing but a loud sob, celadon alarm lifts to the man still standing beside the driver’s door. “Dad? What happened?”

He swallows. “It, it’s your little brother, Lottie. Cade’s been kidnapped.”

Footsteps ring across the lot, pulling all our attention toward the approaching headmaster. “Mr. Madison, I’ve set up my office for you and your wife to speak with Charlotte privately. If you’d like to follow me.” He half turns, casting a dismissive glance over Olivia before his gaze lands on me, eyes widening as he reaches out to shake my hand. “Emerson! It’s so good to see you visiting your alma mater. If I’d known you were coming, I’d have planned a reception…”

“That’s not necessary. I stopped by because I have business with Olivia, Lottie, and a few other students my brother spends time with.” 

A sharp inhale cuts the night; the headmaster’s glance at the two women beside me hold speculation, assessment, and too damn much consideration for my peace of mind. “Ah. Well, as you can see, Charlotte has a family emergency to work through, but you may escort Ms. Del Sol back to her dorm. I’ll alert her hall monitor to allow you to pass. Anything you need, just let me know.” The need to shower hits when he flashes that oily, smarmy smile I remember from my years here.

“Thank you.” Obsequious toad. As I set my hand on the small of Olivia’s back, I feel the delicate shiver that wracks her. My brain shifts tracks so fast my head spins. The hunter within me awakens and sniffs the air, interest glinting as he eyes his prey. “Lottie…” I swallow a too-knowing grin, hiding my reaction to Olivia’s reaction behind a concerned gaze as I catch shocked azure. “Call Olivia when your parents leave. We’ll come back to get you so you don’t have to walk anywhere alone.”

A shuddering breath escapes her as she nods. “O-okay.”

Olivia and I separate from the others, heading toward the dormitory building known as Nottingham Hall. I glance down at the top of her brunette head, voice deepening, lowering, and catch sight of her nipples hardening through her uniform blouse. “Iris told us to wait for them in her dorm.”

“Are they okay?” Her head tilts up. Vertigo steals my breath as I fall into a pair of dark eyes. Boredom dissolves beneath this first—the first time a single look ensorcells me. If those eyes are that potent hidden behind a pair of thick-framed glasses, how much more devastating would they be without that shield?

She blinks, releasing me from her spell as we enter the Elizabethan-style building. “I think so. There was an accident.” Alarm widens those eyes, and my words spill like a deluge. The need to get her mind onto the track my body begs to follow rides me hard. “Both she and August got a bit banged up, and Caleb insisted on getting them checked out at the hospital, but I didn’t see any major injuries.” 

“Good.” Fingers tracing up her spine, over her shoulder, and down her arm elicit a shiver from the woman at my side. Her breath hitches, cheeks pinkening in a way that makes my cock throb. Lashes lowering, she tilts her chin, looking up at me from beneath heavy lids. 

My thumb paints circles over the back of her hand, fingers playing with hers as we approach Iris’ suite. “Any ideas of how we can spend the time until they get back?” Lips curving into a wicked grin, I remove my hand from her to unlock the door, ignoring the way my fingers ache with the loss of that tactile delight.

Her little hum as she brushes past when I hold the door for her effervesces through my heating blood. “I can maybe think of one way.”

As I shut the door, she steps into me. Surprise flares. I know I didn’t misread that innocent air. It practically radiates from her. But there is no missish uncertainty I need to coax her from. Her arms drape over my shoulders as my hands find her waist. A silent growl vibrates my chest when her breasts press against me. A thought pops into my head. My eyes narrow. “You do know my reputation, right? I only fuck a woman once and then move on. If you’re looking for something more…”

“God, no!” The revulsion in her voice should be insulting, but shadows dimming the glow within those dark eyes keep my ego from deflating. “I just want to survive the rest of high school and escape to college. The last thing I want is a relationship right now.” Her fingers thread through my hair and tighten. That little sting shoots straight to my cock. “Your one-and-done reputation is precisely why I want this.” 

Tension uncoils. The heat between us leaps higher. Victorious laughter echoes through my head. My nose brushes up the side of hers, our breaths merge as our lips hover close, tantalizing but not sating. Not yet. “In that case, I think I like your idea.”

“I can tell.” Amusement coats her words, shining in those eyes, as her hips rock against my hard cock.

“Little tease.” Teeth nipping at that plump bottom lip, tongue stroking soothing caresses, I back her into the room, toward the chaise across the long room, sitting in line with the door. I doubt it’ll take longer than an hour for Caleb to bring Iris and August back, and since I never like to be rushed, tonight’s bacchanalian feast can kill two birds with one stone.

Get me back into the swing of one-and-done, and make sure Iris really is over me, like I’m over her.

Palms skimming up Olivia’s sides, tracing her curves, I finally let myself taste that mouth, swallowing her husky, delighted moan as my tongue sweeps inside. Spiced vanilla explodes over my tastebuds like the finest dessert. The sugar rush hits my system like a freight train, shooting lust straight to my dick. My fingers clamp down hard, knowing I’ll leave bruises on her alabaster flesh but it’s the only way to stop myself from impaling her on my cock right fucking now. Innocence never tasted so sweet. And that spicy bite of her commitment to this moment, to shared bliss, adds a unique layer to her flavor.

Trembling fingers trace over my chest, shoving my jacket off my shoulders, then tugging my t-shirt up until her nails can rake over my chest and abs. Muscles clench and flex beneath that alluring tickle. I drag my shirt off, mouth immediately finding its way back to hers. The need to gorge on her births a demon who won’t be denied.

Her decadent taste clouds my mind, leaving my body to instincts’ mercy. Mouth slanting over hers again and again, my fingers dance down the line of buttons on her prim, starched blouse, revealing a plain cotton sports bra. I shove her shirt down off her shoulders, taking a moment to soothe the tremors wracking her body. Nerves or lack of control scream her inexperience, even through her eagerness. When she settles, I break the kiss to wrestle the bra over her head. One part of my brain registers the anomaly of deep lines marring her flesh where the edges of the fabric bit in. Surely too tight for comfort. But the entirety of my awareness centers on the globes overflowing my hands. A gasp rips from her chest, her head falls back, and eyes slam shut as my fingers close around her nipples, working the already hard peaks into tighter, almost painful buds.

A quick glance into her face shows brows furrowed, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she absorbs every knowing caress like she’s memorizing the moment. That look rips into me, driving me forward and slowing me down. Molasses infuses every touch. Sweetens each heartbeat as I explore her full curves and let her learn. More of her cupcake infused scent beckons me deeper when my lips trace down her throat, tongue tasting her unabashed delight in the fluttering pulse.

Need spikes hard as her moan zings lightning to my cock. My lips trail over her shoulder, across her collarbone, then paint promises of wicked delight over her breasts before my mouth closes around one and I drag us both deeper into lust’s blissful pool. One hand slips down, flicking the bottom of her skirt aside, and skates up her thigh. Wet heat hits my palm as I cup her through her panties. Goosebumps race over her flesh. Her body stiffens against me, shying like the untried virgin I suspect she is.

A second later, she melts against me, hips bucking against my hand, seeking, straining… 

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” My growling whisper elicits a shiver. Her tiny moan pierces my awareness like an arrow and her hips buck again. “Your body begs so prettily.”

I tear her panties, head lifting to drink in her pained whimper at the snap of fabric against her flesh. The ruined souvenir slips into my pocket, and I let tingling fingers dance over the bare curves of her ass, encouraging her to rock against my thigh. Silk spills over my other hand as I tug the tie holding her heavy hair in a severe bun. Pain bursts into pleasure as her nails rend furrows into my shoulders. I bend her back, lips lowering to her throat and teeth sinking in, a delicious reprimand that pulls a gasp from her chest. Each thrust of her hips paints her pleasure on my jeans as she chases mindless completion.

“Not yet.” My tongue flicks across her lips. Her lids crack open, letting me catch just a glimpse of lust-darkened eyes beneath those thick lashes. “You’re not coming until I’m deep inside that tight, hot pussy. I want to feel you strangle my dick with your orgasm.”

I watch that pink flush darken, wonder if my dirty talk—tame by my standards—pushed her too far. She shoves against my chest, breasts heaving with every panting breath. Arms resistant, I still let her go. No way will I force the issue. There are too damn many willing females in this world that can deal with the blue balls left behind by one little cock tease.

Then she turns toward the door, bends over, rests her hands on the chaise and wiggles her bare ass against my throbbing erection. Fire races over my skin as she casts a sultry glance over her shoulder. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me, Emerson.”

My dick jerks hard against my zipper as precum drips onto the denim. Her demand, in that sweet-witchy voice, beats a compulsion into my head. It’s almost enough to control me. A deep, shaky breath explodes from my chest. Almost. “Never rush a master, sweetheart.”

Palm tingling, I map out those lush globes. A conqueror exploring my new terrain. Her thighs tremble, pulling my attention lower. To the glistening wetness spilling from her pink cunt. “Aren’t you the…” A gasp spills from her as my fingers dip down to sample her honey. “The k-king ooh! The king of Alandale?”

“My reputation is still going strong, huh?” Laughter shakes my shoulders, drowned out by her keening cry as I ease one finger inside her tight hole. “Tell me why you asked if I’m the king.” Her hiss is music to my ears as I press a second finger deep, stretching her. “Because it sounds a lot like sass to me.”

Her bottom wiggles again, that teasing enticement acting like lighter fluid on a bonfire as she giggles and tosses a saucy grin over her shoulder, one brow lifting in challenge. “Don’t kings usually just take what they want?”

Heat flares from her ass as my palm connects, the sound of flesh against flesh almost as satisfying as her cry of surprise. “I’ll absolutely take what I want, Cupcake, but not before you’re ready for it.” Blessed relief fills my cock and balls when I shove my jeans down, roll on a condom, and slide my dick against her as I lean over her back, voice dropping to a dangerous warning. “Trust me, you’re not going to be able to walk straight after this, but it won’t be because I ripped you apart.” The head of my cock replaces my fingers, the hedonist at my core reveling in her sharp inhale. Every muscle in her body tenses, quivering in anticipation. My voice softens, lips brushing over her bare back and neck. “Now, be a good girl and relax for me.”

“Is this the part where I say yes, daddy?” She yelps, startling enough to dislodge my cock from her entrance as my teeth sink into her shoulder. Her moan drifts up, the sound so decadent I know her eyes are rolling back in her head as my tongue soothes my punishment. Like fucking ice cream on a hot summer day, she melts against me, body softening enough to ease the fiery pain of my first thrust as I sink deep into liquid bliss hot enough to scald me. “Ah! Fuck! Yesss! Emerson, I…”

Stars exploded in front of my eyes, a pyroclastic flow rolls through my body as her pussy clamps down hard enough to fucking hurt. “Fucking hell, Livs!” Ecstasy ripples through her inner muscles as her body flushes pink and sweat beads along the back of her neck. Her bliss-filled cry rings in my ears and legs tremble against me. Pain shoots from my clenched jaw straight to my cock as I fight her siren’s call to follow her into orgasmic bliss. “I didn’t think it was possible for a damn virgin to come the second she gives up her cherry.”

Warning tingles erupt at the base of my spine as laughter shakes her body. “Clearly you’re more skilled than even you thought.” My hands clamp down on her hips, keeping her still while I breathe away the temptation. She glances back at me once more. “Aren’t you supposed to move, or do you just let the woman do all the work?”

“Watch the sass, or I’ll start counting.” Another spank reddens flesh only just starting to lose that orgasmic glow. My gaze lifts to hers. “I’m not known as a two-pump chump, and I’m not about to gain that reputation because of your pussy’s death grip on my cock.”

My lips twitch at her dramatic sigh and eye roll. “Ah well, I’ll bear myself with patience then.”

“I’d really like to give that smart mouth something else to do besides sass me.” Slow enough to make my eyes cross, I drag my cock back to her entrance, reveling in her shiver as I hit nerve endings she never knew existed. I pause, letting my girth stretch her opening until her thighs tremble. “But I did promise to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” Silken fire grips me as I shove deep again, starting a hard, slow-slow-fast rhythm meant to drown her senses. My lips trail up her neck to her ear. “And I always keep my promise.”

“E-E-Em, I…” Wild hair cascades down her back as her body shakes with every thrust. Cries and husky moans wreathe my head. Her scent intoxicates, her taste driving me to gorge as I lick beads of sweat from her hot flesh. “Oh! I think… Em…” 

Lust hazes my brain, hot enough to incinerate any thought. My vision narrows to the sweet, soft, delicious woman before me. Her honey’s silken spill erodes my sanity, luring me to the edge of that blissful abyss. Every tremor, each gasp imprints within me, absorbed by my hedonistic demons. All the cheat codes to her body, the best ways to bring her pleasure laid bare by her unhidden, uninhibited reactions. I wonder how many times I can make her come?

Her thighs quiver, body clamping down on me again as that telltale flush spreads across her skin. So close. “Oh, fuck! Emerson, don’t stop!”

“Um, Em? Livie? You’re not alone any longer, so… Are you going to be much longer there?”

Muscles flash freeze. My eyes fly open to see a group of people just inside the door, either facing the door or heads tilted toward the ceiling. “Oh, hey, Iris. All good at the hospital? Hey, you found Lottie.” Thoughts reengage, though I don’t move. Hell, I can’t move from the heated nirvana cradling my dick. And Olivia doesn’t seem to mind the audience. Laughter echoes through my brain as my hedonistic soul registers that detail.

Amusement drips from Iris’ voice. “Yep. Her parents were just leaving as we pulled up. And August and I are both fine, aside from some bumps and bruises. You gonna put some pants on?” 

Not a hint of jealousy to be found. Looks like that’s one objective resolved. My stomach clenches, a quick ache hits my heart, but I grin it away as Olivia’s pussy ripples around me again. Lust clouds my mind again as the potentials I can explore with the siren in front of me explode. Demons laughing, I pull back and drag her toward the bathroom. Let the others start their meeting without us.

I’m not about to cut this one-and-done short.