11. Lyric

11

LYRIC

M y heart pounds in my chest the entire time the boys drag me back away from the car wash. Zane's grip is firm on my arm, his expression set in a determined scowl. Levi's got his hand on my other arm and Archer flanks us, his eyes cold and unyielding.

The way they treated me at the car wash still stings—parading me around like I was their plaything, flirting with my old friend Madison in front of me, making sure that I knew I was nothing to them…

Yet, beneath the mortification, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through me at the thought of being alone with them again.

I try to steady my breathing, but the anticipation and fear mix into a heady cocktail that leaves me dizzy. My steps falter as we reach the house and Zane's grip tightens, pulling me forward with an unspoken command.

"Keep moving," he growls, not even glancing back at me.

We enter, the atmosphere changing instantly. The noise of the other brothers fades into the background, leaving the four of us in this charged, suffocating silence. They lead me up the stairs, my pulse quickening with each step. Part of me wants to run, to escape their intense scrutiny, but another part of me—one I hate to acknowledge—craves whatever comes next.

We reach Zane's room and he shoves the door open, pushing me inside. I stumble, catching myself against the edge of the bed. I turn to face them, my cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and excitement. They close in, their presence overwhelming.

Archer steps forward first, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory gleam. "You think you can tease us, Lyric? Think you can play your little games and walk away unscathed?"

I swallow hard, my throat dry. "I'm not playing games," I manage to whisper, but my voice betrays my uncertainty.

Levi chuckles a low, dangerous sound. "Oh, but you are. And now, we're going to show you exactly who you belong to."

My heart races as their words sink in and despite the humiliation, I can't deny the thrill of their attention. They close the distance between us and I brace myself for whatever comes next knowing that no matter how much they push me, a part of me will always crave their touch.

"Strip," Archer orders, his tone harsh but his eyes betraying the burning lust within. The intensity of his gaze is nearly scorching as I fumble with the straps of my bikini top, trying to get it off quickly.

Once the top is undone, I pull it up over my head, and Levi grabs it, throwing it in the corner of the room before his mouth is on my breasts, licking, nipping and sucking at each one in turn. I groan, hands flying to his head to steady myself.

Zane steps forward, yanking my bottoms down before sinking to the ground, mouth descending on my pussy which is already wet from the anticipation of this moment. He pushes my legs apart, licking a wet stripe across my gem, sending shivers down my spine just as Archer steps up behind me, rutting into me from behind.

His hands grip my hips, holding me still as Levi gently bites my nipple, sending a shock of electricity through me, compounded by the way Zane is moving his tongue over my clit. My mind is a blank, lost in experiencing the sensations that they're bestowing on me.

The room is thick with tension, which bleeds into their every movement. Zane's tongue moves faster, Archer's grip tightens and Levi's biting gets rough. Despite that, I can't help the moans that spill out my mouth, enjoying this rough, abrasive treatment.

A slap rings through the air and I stiffen, realizing that Archer struck my ass. The sting brings tears to my eyes and another heady moan from my lips, my body quivering as I lean my head back onto his shoulder. He slaps my ass again and again, and I cry out, pleasure mounting inside me.

It's all too much and the next slap has me tumbling over the edge with a loud cry, pussy spasming as I release all over Zane's face.

"Did you just cum without permission?" Archer asks, his tone a mix of awe and annoyance.

"I'm sorry, Sir!" I whimper, bringing my hand to my mouth. "I'm sorry."

"Fuck, that was hot," Zane growls, pulling away from my thighs. "But you don't get to do that."

Archer gives me a half-smirk. "We own your pleasure, Princess. I think that we're going to take turns edging you until you've earned your next one."

Hot shame and morbid curiosity swell inside me, leaving me red in the face and more turned on than ever. "Oh?"

"Every time you get close, you're going to tell us and we're going to stop until you calm down."

I don't know why I'm so turned on by this. I should be completely humiliated, but the thought of being completely at their mercy has me aching with anticipation. They order me onto Zane's bed and I clamber up, lying on his soft pillows, inhaling his warm cedarwood and amber scent.

The boys strip out of their swim trunks and join me on the bed, hungry looks on their faces. Archer pushes his fingers into me, stroking my inner walls with his long, blunt fingers. "She's ready," he says, nodding at Levi.

Levi climbs between my thighs and pushes himself in, his thick, curved member filling me up immediately. He rocks back, then punches forward again, dropping his fingers to rub over my bud as he begins to fuck me, eyes locked on mine.

"You're so tight," Levi croons, his fingers moving faster. "Even after all this time, you're still so tight for me. You like how I touch you, Songbird?"

"Y–Yes, Master," I moan, tension coiling in my belly as he ruts into me. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Levi's cock is deep inside me, fitting perfectly like I was made to take him. I feel it rub against my inner walls, squeezing around him to take him deeper.

"Gonna fill you up," Levi tells me. "Gonna fuck so deep into you that you'll be seeing stars."

The combination of his words and the sensations has the tension growing inside me, bringing me to the edge far too quickly.

"I'm… I'm close!" I cry out, my hands flying to his hips to keep Levi inside me, but he's pulling away, disentangling himself from my grasp. I whimper at the loss, my hand moving down to touch myself.

Archer's hands shoot out, grabbing mine and pinning them to my sides. "Bad girl," he growls. "No touching yourself. If you do that again, you won't come for a week, understand?"

I nod, tears filling my eyes. Archer's fingers twist over my clit, probing inside me again, teasing me relentlessly. He rubs circles into the bud with his thumb while his fingers curl forward in a come-hither motion, stroking over my inner walls with insistent movements.

My hips buck into the touch, desperate for release, but I know it's not going to come. I feel myself draw closer to the edge again, but I bite my lip, determined not to say anything.

It seems that Archer knows me too well, though, because he pulls back anyway. "You're not going to trick us either, Princess," he warns.

My cheeks are wet now as the tears roll down, frustration mounting. "Please?" I ask, my voice tiny. "Please, I'll do whatever you want."

"As good as that is to hear, you're still being punished," Archer says, his tone suddenly much gentler, making my heart clench in my chest.

Shit. I know this is just a game to them, but I realize now that it's starting to get to me. I turn my face away, hiding my shame, but Zane uses his thumb and forefinger to turn it back to face him. "My turn now," he says, a wicked smile on his face as he lines up and sinks inside me, his cock pushing in so fast that it punches the air out from my lungs.

My toes curl as he starts thrusting rapidly. "Oh, God!" I moan, so wet it's dripping onto the bed underneath me. "Fuck! Harder!"

Zane complies, hips snapping into mine roughly, fingers leaving bruising marks on my hips as he takes me hard, my body craving more.

"Oh, fuck, I'm… I'm close," I say, more tears spilling out as I anticipate the moment that Zane will pull away, will leave me high and dry and aching for release.

But he keeps going, keeps moving his hips. "Stop, I'm too close!" I say, panic rising when Zane won't slow down or pull away.

"Come for us," Archer says, turning my chin in his hand to face him, to look him in the eyes. Zane's hips snap into mine once more and the tight hold starts to snap, my release flooding me so hard that my eyes roll back in my head and my body feels like it's almost on fire.

I think I might scream, I'm not sure, but when I'm finally down from the high, I notice the three of them are cleaning up and they toss me my clothes.

"We have a party tonight," Zane says. "You should probably leave."

My body freezes, going hot and cold all at once. I manage to hide the hurt in my expression and nod.

"Yeah, you're right," I say, my voice sounding a little too high-pitched. "I have stuff to do."

Every step feels slow and sluggish as I descend the stairs of the house and I feel eyes on me from the other brothers, murmuring words that I only catch snippets of, like "slut" and "easy".

It's my own fault. I know that I mean nothing to them, but I let myself get caught up in the sex. I've gotten too attached already.

This can't go on.

I need to confront them at some point and put an end to all this before everything gets worse.