Chapter 170

Chapter 170
Arabella's POV

I slammed the controller down and threw my hands up. "Hell yeah! That's three in a row, baby!"

Lucas tossed his controller to the floor. "Fuck! I can't believe you beat me again!"

I couldn't help feeling smug as hell. After getting Alice to sleep, it felt good to just chill and kick Lucas's ass at Super Smash Bros. Growing up, I'd spent countless hours practicing just to beat Asher, and now those skills were paying off.

I caught Alexander arranging his whiskey bottles out of the corner of my eye. He glanced over with a smirk.

"Damn, Lucas. She's making you look bad," he said, turning another bottle to face just right.

Lucas squinted at me. "She's fucking cheating. Has to be."

"Don't be such a whiny bitch," I laughed. "Just admit I'm better than you."

His expression changed—still frustrated, but now there was something hungrier in his eyes. Before I could say another word, his hand grabbed my thigh hard. Then his mouth was on mine, hot and demanding.

I kissed him back immediately, my body responding like it always did. His tongue pushed past my lips while his hand inched higher up my leg, fingers digging into my flesh.

He broke away from my mouth and moved to my neck, biting and sucking in that way that drives me crazy. I felt him grinding against me, his hard-on obvious through his jeans.

"Lucas," I gasped, game completely forgotten.

"Who's the best now?" he murmured against my throat, sounding so damn pleased with himself.

"Still me," I shot back, even as I wrapped my legs tighter around him.

I pressed myself against his cock, loving how he groaned when I moved just right. His hand slipped under my shirt, warm against my skin as he moved toward my breast.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he moaned as I arched my back.

"Like that?" I teased, knowing exactly what I was doing to him.

"You fucking know I do," he growled, pressing harder between my legs.

I was about to pull him in for another kiss when Alexander's voice cut through everything.

"Lucas."

Lucas froze, then groaned against my neck. "Come on, Alexander. You had her last night. My turn."

I couldn't help feeling a little thrill at how they fought over me.

"She's supposed to be punished," Alexander reminded him, his voice low and dangerous.

Lucas sighed against my skin. "Why can't I start early?"

"Because we told Tristan we'd wait until he got back," Alexander said.

My body went stiff as it clicked. That's why they'd been making me drink so much water all night. For whatever "punishment" they had planned.

Oh shit.

"Shh," Lucas whispered in my ear. "It's okay, sweetheart. Don't stop. We're almost there."

He kept grinding against me, harder now, more desperate.

"You knew this was coming," he said, his breath hot in my ear. "Be a good girl and take your punishment."

His movements got faster and rougher. I couldn't help it—my body responded. That familiar pressure built inside me until I was right on the edge.

When I came, it hit me in waves. I trembled against him, trying not to be too loud. Lucas followed right after, growling against my neck as he pushed hard against me one last time.

We were still catching our breath when the front door opened. Tristan walked in wearing his patrol gear, taking in our messy state with one glance.

"Just couldn't wait, huh?" he said, looking amused.

Lucas didn't even pretend to be sorry. "Come on, I've gone a week without getting off. Besides, her clothes are still on, so it barely counts."

He smirked. "You know how easy she is. I barely had to try."

I rolled my eyes. "Hey, I wasn't the one humping like a teenager."

"You complaining?" Lucas raised an eyebrow.

"Not really," I admitted. "Especially once I realized it was part of the punishment."

Tristan looked at Alexander. "I'm surprised you let them finish. Thought we were punishing her together tonight?"

Alexander's smile was pure danger. "I warned him. Whether he listened or not was his choice." He shrugged. "But looks like he wants to join her punishment."

Alexander turned to Tristan. "Ready to push some boundaries tonight?"

"Yes," Tristan said simply, but the look in his eyes made my pussy clench.

I couldn't resist poking the bear. "Looks like someone's in trouble," I teased Lucas.

"Not as much as you, sweetheart," he shot back, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

Alexander stood up like a predator spotting prey. "Get up," he commanded.

I felt defiant and turned on at the same time. "Make me," I challenged, knowing exactly what would happen.

I heard Lucas mutter, "Fuck. She never learns, does she?"

"Nope," Tristan agreed.

Alexander grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet, then pulled me against his chest. His hand slid between my legs, pressing against my shorts where I was already wet.

"Fuck, Arabella. Look at this mess," he said, his voice dropping low. "By the time we're done, the sheets are gonna be soaked."

My face burned hot.

"What's the plan?" Tristan asked, stepping closer.

I held my breath, waiting.

"We're gonna plug that pretty little mouth of hers and make her our toy," Alexander announced, gripping my hip. "Then we're gonna use her till we're satisfied—till she hits her limit. Since she can't talk, she'll have to trust that we know when to stop."

Holy fuck. My insides clenched, my body already responding, trembling with anticipation.

"What about Lucas?" Tristan asked. "What's his punishment?"

Alexander's eyes gleamed. "You're gonna make him feel your control."

"For real?" Lucas asked, sounding surprised. His cheeks went red. "Not complaining. Just... didn't expect it tonight."

"Don't worry," Tristan told him, voice low. "I won't hurt you. Just make you remember who's in charge."

My God. Alexander and Tristan dominating us both? Too fucking hot. Heat rushed through my body at the thought.

Suddenly I remembered why Tristan had been out all day. My stomach dropped. I pushed Alexander's hand away.

"Wait—did the video get released?" My voice shook a little.

Tristan's expression changed immediately, the room's mood shifting. "Yes," he answered.

It's done then. Wesley's secret is out for everyone to see. I wanted to check my phone, worried what people might be saying.

Without warning, Alexander scooped me up, making me yelp in surprise.

"Focus on us right now, Arabella," he ordered, leaving no room for argument.

As Alexander carried me upstairs, I saw Lucas and Tristan following, their faces full of hungry anticipation. My heart raced with excitement and nerves.

I pushed thoughts of Wesley and the video aside. Tonight, I'd let these three men help me forget everything else. My body shivered as we reached the bedroom door.