7. Lyric

7

LYRIC

T he world tilts on its axis and I find myself staring up at the ceiling, music from the party thumping through the floor below. Someone's hands (is it Levi? Archer?) strokes over my hips, and someone else bites a harsh mark into my neck.

It feels so good to have them touching me again, even if it's only for one night. I might be drunk, but I'm not so far gone that I can't consent. I know what I'm doing and even if it's wrong, I want this. I want them to treat me like I matter for one night.

My head spins as the music changes tempo, something fast and snappy coming through the speakers now. Someone's mouth finds mine, and we're kissing, a tongue invading mine, dominating me with fierce desire.

"What do you want from us?" Archer asks, his voice harsh in my ear as he pulls away to look at me. "Tell me, little slut. What do you want?"

"You!" I blurt out, a note of whining in my voice. "I just want you. It's all I ever wanted. Touch me, use me and make me yours tonight. Whatever you want from me, however you want me, you can have me."

"Pathetic." Levi's voice is pure silk from above me, even as he tosses the cruel insult. "You'd let us use you to feel better?"

"It isn't about me," I murmur, reaching out to touch Levi's cheek. His green eyes bore into mine, his ice cold expression haughty as he stares me down. But he doesn't make a move to slap my hand away this time, allowing me to caress the smooth skin, trace down his jaw and run my thumb over his lower lip.

His mouth parts, capturing my thumb between his teeth and he bites down gently, sending sparks lighting up my spine.

"Oh, God," I whimper. "Don't stop. That feels good."

"You want me to use my teeth, Songbird?" Levi murmurs, a wicked gleam in his eyes. His breath tastes like the punch in the kitchen when he kisses me, biting my lower lip and eliciting another moan from deep inside me.

Zane's hands are untying my halter top and pulling it down to reveal that I'm not wearing a bra. It was too hard to find a bra that worked with this shirt, so I went without, a decision I'm starting to appreciate.

I can't believe how much I'm willing to debase myself for a night with them. All those latent feelings came rushing back when I had a few drinks in me, I guess. I hadn't allowed anyone to touch me since the summer before everything went wrong and while I'd done a good job of keeping those feelings at bay while raising my son, I was only human.

And now, with the attention of three attractive, desirable men, I was a goner as soon as they touched me. Archer's fingers tangle in my hair and he jerks my head back, making me whimper. He attacks my neck, leaving marks on my skin while Levi bites at my lips and my tongue.

Their rough treatment leaves me breathless with need as I surrender myself to them, letting them get carried away in touching and tasting me.

Zane's yanking down my jeans and panties before he parts my knees, diving between them to sink his teeth into my thighs, scrape his tongue along the marks, and nibble his way up to my already dripping core. I stare up at the ceiling, struggling to breathe as the three of them tear me apart like rabid dogs.

It feels so good, so damned good. Warmth floods my body, my skin hot, my body responsive to every ministration. Maybe this is my penance, a way I can make it up to them for what I did.

I cry out, arching my back when Zane's tongue licks into my folds and his mouth latches on to my fleshy gem, sucking hard. "God!" I cry out, hands flying to his head to stroke his hair.

Before they can reach my destination, though, Archer's hands capture my wrists in one hand and throws my arms over my head, trapping me in place. They've never touched me like this before, never acted like this.

It's a far cry from the gentle, sweet boys they once were, but somehow, I find I don't mind the changes. They're igniting a fire inside my belly now that's quickly turning into an inferno.

"You like this?" Archer asks, a smirk on his face as he pins my wrists to the bed. "You like being used by us, being trapped and helpless?"

I moan, my pussy pulsating as Zane slips his tongue into my entrance. "Yes, use me, put me in my place," I beg them. "Take me. Be rough. Show me how to please you!"

Archer's grin never falters, even as he tugs at my curls again, yanking my head to the side so he can suck a mark into my skin. "Fuck, Songbird," he says, nearly breathless. "You're so damned hot like this. You're so responsive and needy. We should have been doing this all along. Should have put you in your place the second you showed up on our campus, prancing around like you owned the joint."

"I was bad, was a bad girl," I tell them, panting as Zane's tongue rubs against a spot inside me that leaves me whimpering. "Punish me!"

"Don't tell me what to do," Archer snaps, tightening his grip in my hair to the point that I'm crying out. It feels good when he does that, feels like the pain and pleasure are mingling together to bring me to new highs.

Every pass of Zane's tongue, every time Archer tugs at my hair and every bruising mark that Levi bites into my skin has me on the edge, unable to stop writhing, to stop moaning as I beg for more, for release.

"Not yet," Archer says, his voice sharp in the quiet room. My eyes fly up to meet his and a devilish grin spreads across his face. "You haven't earned it yet, slut."

"Please," I whimper, rutting my hips against Zane's face. "Please."

Archer's hand shoots out, stopping me. "Don't you dare," he orders. "You're under our control now and I think you need to earn it."

I let out a frustrated sob. "How?"

"You want it so bad? Beg for it."

"Please?" I ask, desperation in my voice. "Please?"

"Not good enough," he taunts, flicking a thumbnail over my hardened nipple. "Tell me why you deserve to get off when all you've done is take from us. Tell me why you think you deserve to feel good after everything that happened."

I buck my hips again, Zane's tongue never once letting up from its relentless torment. Heat gathers low in my belly, and I feel things building, but I know I'm not going to get anywhere without Archer's say-so.

Mind fuzzy from the haze of lust mixed with alcohol, I start babbling off what I think Archer wants to hear. "I've been a bad, bad girl. I've been so bad. But I need it, please, I need to get off. I'll do anything you want if you let me come. Please let me come!" Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, and Archer lets out a pleased hum, wiping them away.

"Anything?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. His fingers skate over my other nipple, twisting it sharply. A gasp escapes me at the sensation and I nod my head frantically.

"Anything you want," I promise, wincing as the words tumble out of my mouth.

"Then come for me, slut," Archer orders, bending down to capture the nipple between his teeth.

Levi's mouth moves over mine, biting my lip as Archer's mouth suctions against my breast. Zane's tongue is flicking over my bud and the sensations grow to be too much, my body tensing up as I release, hating myself for giving in to them so easily.

I can't help it, though. The orgasm nearly has me seeing stars by the time the last tremors finally subside. Zane's tongue cleans up the mess I made while Archer and Levi sit back on either side of me, smug expressions on their faces.

Once Zane pulls away, I sit up, eyeing them warily. What's going to happen now? Do they want more from me or are they going to throw me out now that they've gotten me to admit how badly I wanted them?

I draw my knees to my chest, and Archer chuckles.

"Relax, Songbird," Levi says, the words sounding more mocking than reassuring. "We think it's time we changed the terms of the deal, that's all."

"What do you want?" I ask, wrapping my arms around my knees.

"I think you enjoyed being under our thumb," Archer says, running a finger across my cheek. I shiver, wanting to pull away, unease bubbling under my skin. "I think you can't admit to yourself that you like how we control and belittle you."

I want to protest, but I feel almost hypnotized by his voice, the way he looks at me with hunger in his gaze, like a lion about to attack a gazelle.

"So I think it's for the best that we add sex into the deal. We get to do whatever we want to you, and in return, you get to feel good. What do you say?"

As I stare into their faces, apprehension swirls in my belly. I'm already run ragged by their control. I can't fit one more thing into my already full schedule. But…

I bite my lip, looking down at my knees. This felt so good, better than I remember, even. Maybe if I agree, they'll start to see me in a different light and ease up on me.

Without considering the consequences, I raise my eyes to meet Archer's and set my jaw. "Deal," I tell him.

I hope I don't come to regret this.