Captured: Highgate Preparatory Academy, Book 1

Fuck.

Fuck.

FUCK!

That was not supposed to happen! Where the fuck is my hard won control? It literally fucks off when that girl is around. God, she’s like a fucking temptress, a siren whose call I’m helpless to resist.

When I saw her dancing with my boys, my brothers, her cheeks flushed and eyes heavy-lidded, I almost came in my fucking pants right then and there. I had to set my glass down after I’d heard it crack, nearly breaking it with the sheer fucking lust that raced through me.

I meant to just talk to her, convince her that she couldn’t handle all of us, especially me and my…dominant needs. I meant to scare her off. Instead, she submitted beautifully, after a bit of sass, and I got even harder than I’ve been in a long fucking time. Then, when she wrapped those plump lips around my cock, letting me fuck her warm wet mouth like I deserved it…shit!

I’ve got a semi just thinking about her on her knees for me, ready for round two. She makes me fucking wild. No longer encased in ice, but wreathed in flames burning hot enough to fucking kill.

I pound down the stairs, my thoughts whirling around my head like a maelstrom. I’m brought to an abrupt halt when someone steps in front of me.

Fuck’s sake! It’s that cunt Amber, and I inwardly groan. She considers herself the queen bee of Highgate, and as the king, or at least leader of the Knights, naturally, she thinks we belong together, like this is some kind of fucking teen movie. Regardless of the fact that she fucked Loki last summer.

Flipping her hair over one shoulder, she looks at me from beneath long blonde lashes, batting them like it’s attractive. To be honest, it just makes her look like she’s got something in her eye.

I plaster a slight smile on my face, I am the host after all. “Amber. Nice of you to stop by,” I drawl in my usual bored tone.

I should be playing nice. My dad has a hard on for her dad’s shipping ventures, and basically commanded me to fuck the girl. A frown creases my brow as images of a certain pixie-like brunette with cherry red lips flit across my vision, tied to my bed and begging for more.

I realize that Amber has been talking to me and I’ve no fucking idea what she’s said. I spot Loki and Jax leaning against the railing outside and decide I’ve played nice enough.

“Enjoy the party,” I interrupt whatever mindless drivel she’s spouting and walk away, heading to the open French doors. This is my house, my sanctuary away from all the bullshit. I hate having people in it. It’s also a place to escape my father. Cunt. I can’t stand the man. I only stay in the dorms because it’s more convenient for class, and helps to keep the plebs in line and remind them who owns their asses.

I reach the guys, breathing in the weed scented air as Loki smokes a joint.

“Here,” he says in his familiar tone, passing me the joint and blowing out smoke rings. “You look like you could use it.” He laughs, but then stops as something catches his eye.

I turn, joint raised to my lips, just in time to lock eyes with the very pixie that’s haunting my thoughts.

Fuck me.

If possible, she looks even more fucking gorgeous than usual with her hair all mussed up from my grip and her cherry lips swollen, lipstick a little smeared from the pounding my cock gave them. My dick twitches in my slacks like we didn’t just come down her throat less than half an hour ago. She looks freshly fucked and more than one set of eyes follow her hungrily as she makes her way towards us, hips swinging and red heels clicking.

I’m not the only one of us who growls and death stares anyone eye fucking her right now. I can feel the tension rolling off Jax as his beast rears its head, out for blood. He must be on a steroids cycle for the violence to be that close to the surface, although given his past, and his future with Black Knight Corp., bloodshed is a part of him.

Mine, the animal inside me roars. Although, he doesn’t seem to mind sharing with my brothers, but anyone else sends him into a fucking rage, needing to tear limbs from bodies and bathe in our enemies’ lifeforce. I am so fucked.

“Or maybe you’re more relaxed than I thought, brother,” Loki drawls, amusement clear in his voice.

I glance at him, tearing my eyes away from the approaching siren, to see a look of bemused surprise come over his face. I get the surprise, it’s not that I don’t fuck girls, although never at parties, and never with someone who’s so…close.

Lilly marches up to us and stands right in front of me, eyes ablaze, cheeks flushed, and panting. She’s never looked more stunning; freshly fucked in a way that has my balls tightening as an image of me deep inside her warmth flashes across my mind. I lazily look into those beautiful eyes that are full of fire and practically sparking.

“You fucking wanker!” she hisses, hands on those delicious hips.

“I trust you followed my command?” I drawl, feigning disinterest while noticing her nostrils flare and the unmistakable heat of lust that flashes in her eyes.

“Command?” Loki asks, clearly intrigued.

“Yes. Tell him, Princess, what my command was,” I order, my gaze locked on hers.

Her nostrils flare again in what is clearly frustration, naughty minx, and I feel one side of my lip tilt up slightly. She waits another moment, then still holding my gaze, calmly replies, “I’m not to come until either Ash, the Arsehole, you, Jax or Kai say I can,” she deadpans, still staring me down.

Good girl, it’ll be so much sweeter if she fights me. I still doubt she can handle all of my requirements, or Kai’s for that matter, but time will tell. Perhaps, we shall start gently, working up to what we truly desire.

“Oh, Baby Girl.” Jax comes up behind her, wrapping her up in those big ass arms of his and burying his face in her neck. It’s strange as he never does PDA, yet it’s like he can’t keep his paws off her. You and me both, brother. “I’ll make you come so fucking hard later you’ll forget all about Mr Ice over here.” Fucker. But my lips turn up in a full smirk anyway.

“Knight,” I drawl. “That’s Mr Ice Knight.”

“You’re so full of shit,” Jax chuckles, nuzzling her neck further, making her eyes finally close as she relaxes into his hold.

It’s funny that I don’t mind seeing them together. Or Loki and her for that matter. The thought of any other fucker touching, even fucking looking at her makes me want to start stabbing people. But these two and Kai, my brothers, I don’t mind. We’ve never shared before, but it’s an interesting idea…

The music suddenly stops. My head jerks up as I hear Amber declare it’s time to play truth or dare. Fucking juvenile. I roll my eyes, but see that Lilly’s are open and she has a look of excitement in them.

“Can we play?” she asks us, looking from Loki to Jax, and then me. “It’ll be fun…” She smiles at each of us, and I swear I’m not the only one leaning into her light, like she’s the motherfucking sun or some shit.

“Fucking fine,” Jax grumbles, surprising me. “But if anyone tries to touch you or kiss you, I’ll fucking choke them to death.” The arch of her perfect brows goes up, but then her gaze softens, almost as if she likes his caveman bullshit.

“Deal. And the same for any of you,” she responds, looking into each of our eyes, her own gaze deadly serious. I seem to be in a state of permanent fucking surprise tonight. My dick twitches once more at the thought of her fighting another girl, unleashing the beast within her soul. The one that calls to mine, and lurks just beneath the surface.

“Yes! Let’s do this!” Loki crows, pulling her from Jax’s arms and bringing her inside as she giggles in his arms.

I guess truth or dare it is, I sigh as my eyes meet Jax’s, and we too, head indoors.

LILLY

Loki and I make our way inside, Ash and Jax following behind us like dark, grumbling shadows. You’d think I’d asked them to, I don’t know, listen to a lecture on knitting. Plonkers.

I feel wild tonight, like something is stirring beneath my skin waiting to be set free and howl under the moon. I feel reckless, like I could do anything. Be anyone. And this feeling of freedom is heady and way too addictive.

I’m practically vibrating with pent up energy as we make our way over to the group playing the game. Loki still has my hand in his, pulling me gently along. His normal vanilla scent has the addition of sweet weed and smoky bourbon mixed in. He smells decadent, like a night full of sin and debauchery. I inhale deeply, wanting to roll round in it and coat myself in his musk.

He looks back at me with that playful smirk and must see the heat in my eyes and the raw need on my face because suddenly, his nostrils flare as he takes me in, scenting me, and his own eyes blaze with emerald fire.

“Pretty Girl…” he gasps as I press closer to him, desperate for his touch. My clothes feel too tight all of a sudden, my skin needing his fingers, his lips, his tongue to travel across it. What’s happening to me? What have these boys done?!

Our bubble of lust bursts when I hear the nasal tones of Amber Cumdumpster ask in an attempt at a seductive tone, “Are you playing, Loki?”

We both blink back the haze and come up for air, chests heaving. Loki shakes his head as if that’ll help, then clears his throat.

“Pretty Girl wants to play, so, yes, we’re playing,” he tells them as we move into the group, Loki sitting down on one of the sofas and pulling me into his lap. Jax and Ash sit down on either side of us.

“But no one fucking touches her,” Jax rumbles, giving everyone a full look with the promise of violence if anyone steps out of line. Alpha vibes roll off him in potent waves, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned all the way on right now.

“That’s not really…” one of Amber’s clones begins, voice drying up as she comes under the intense gaze of Jax, Loki, and…Ash? Guess we’re really doing this sharing thing, huh? A quiver runs up my thighs at the thought of all three of them. Together. Jesus.

“Are you questioning Jax?” Ash’s voice is low and like ice, so cold it burns. His eyes are the grey of a hurricane, right before it rips your house away and destroys your life.

“N–n–no,” she stammers, looking down and blushing furiously, hands trembling in fear.

“Good. Anyone else unclear?” he whips out, taking them all in as his head turns lazily, surveying his subjects.

There’s a chorus of ‘no’ which seems to appease him. It hits me then, how powerful he is, actually, all of the guys are. They are the alphas of the school. The undisputed kings. And woe betide anyone who goes against their decree. I had no idea this was even a thing outside of novels and teen movies.

“Good. You may begin.” His arrogant entitlement is astounding, but the game starts all the same.

“I’ll go first,” Amber declares, malice in her blue gaze as it alights on me. “Lilly, truth or dare?” she asks, her tone full of fake sweetness, like the candy covered in sugar that is sour as hell when you place it in your mouth.

I don’t let my gaze waver, realising this for the battle of wills that she’s clearly made it. Bring it on, jizzstain! I feel all three guys stiffen.

“Dare,” I say, oozing confidence. Never show weakness, my mum used to say.

“Hmmm…” she says, considering. I bet she’s trying to think of something humiliating, something to make the guys laugh at me and make me look like a fool.

“I know!” she exclaims, snapping her fingers, delight coming over her features. “I dare you to strip in front of everyone!” she bursts out with glee.

Jax leaps up, growling, Ash goes still as stone, and Loki, well, he looks amused as usual, like life is one big game. But I can see by the tightness of his eyes that he’s not happy.

“No fucking way,” Jax growls out, all contained violence and barely suppressed aggression.

I place my hand on Jax’s huge bicep, drawing his swirling ice blue gaze to my own. “I’ve got this, Jax. Trust me. Please?” I hold his gaze, until acceptance shifts in those blue depths, and he sits back down.

I walk over to the DJ and put in my song request asking him to wait for my nod, then walk back and stand in front of the guys, facing them.

I smile, then wink cheekily at Loki. I’ve no intention of stripping in front of basically the whole school, but I can give them a show, and prove Amber to be the twat that she is. What she doesn’t realise, what none of them realise, is that Mum danced at Grey’s, an exclusive gentlemen’s club in Soho, London, with the best dancers and strippers in the U.K. I spent many a day there, watching rehearsals and copying their exquisite gravity defying moves. I even managed to convince her to let Lexi, her best friend and fellow dancer, teach me properly a few years ago.

Confusion and hurt run through me at the thought of Lexi. I’ve not heard from her at all since Mum passed. Not a text, email, or phone call. Nothing. She was like an aunt to me, she was even there when mum had me, helping with my birth.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I nod, and the beginning beat of Heaven by Julia Michaels starts playing.

A sexy as fuck chuckle rumbles from Loki’s lips, and Jax curses whilst rubbing his thumb over his lower lip in a very distracting way. I see a fire light in Ash’s eyes, smouldering and just waiting to consume me.

I start to do a sexy walk, one foot in front of the other, pausing between each step to roll my hips, one hand in my hair. Then I let go and follow the beat, caressing my body, and showing these three guys how fucking horny they make me.

I flit my gaze between them, locking eyes with each in turn as I dance for them. I sensually make my way down to the wooden floor, hands planted as I spread my knees and grind into the ground. I come back up onto my spread knees, body rolling. I catch Ash’s grey gaze briefly, his eyes aflame.

I smile as I slowly crawl towards him, placing my hands on his knees and undulating my body so my head hovers over his crotch as I flip my hair back. I can see his hard dick straining against his slacks when I bring myself back up onto my feet, arse in the air, and my head still over his crotch.

Standing up, I roll my arse, then do a half twist, slapping my hips. I bring my leg round so that I’m now in front of Loki, arse in his face as I bend over touching my foot then gyrate, rolling my hips and shaking my arse coming back up, my back arched.

I go back down on my knees, using my hand to roll over so that I’m now sitting on the floor, legs spread in front of and facing Jax. In a single smooth move, I get back onto my spread knees, my hands caressing down my body and going between my own legs, teasing the guys and myself. A second later, I’m back on my feet, grabbing Jax’s head, rolling my hips and bringing my aching pussy right up to his face.

“Everyone the fuck out. Now!” he roars as he grabs my hips, stilling my movements.

I’m panting, both with the exertion from my dance alongside red hot burning desire. My eyes are closed, my head tipped back and I take deep ragged breaths, but I hear movements behind my lids. Several minutes later, the front door closes as everyone appears to have done what he’s ordered as the song comes to a close.