Music begins to play that I can’t quite place, with heavy bass. Whatever was in that glass on top of what I already had tonight hits me hard and fast. Reed fits my body perfectly against his, one hand kneading my ass while the other makes its way through my hair. Soon we find ourselves moving to the music with roaming hands. I can’t tear my eyes away from his needy green ones.
“You feel it, don’t you?” he asks me in a husky voice.
I can’t help but moan back when he pushes his cock against me. We get lost in the music for who knows how long until he takes a step back and starts pulling me toward the bed.
“Reed” I say in a warning tone.
He tugs me in to him and whispers, “Trust me,” in my ear, then bites it before quickly licking it soothingly, making me sigh in pleasure.
He quickly pulls me in front of him, my back tucked tightly to his front. His cock nestles perfectly against my ass, and I can’t help but push back into him, causing him to moan.
“Look,” he tells me while nodding toward the bed. I follow his gaze. It takes me a minute to realize there’s a girl laid out on it. A man moves from the end of the bed and starts crawling up her body. I watch as she bows in pleasure while he kisses his way up her body.
“What is this, Reed?” I ask, pushing farther back into him.
“It’s our virgin sacrifice to keep the ghosts at bay for another year,” he murmurs into my ear. One hand trails down my stomach, playing with the trim of my lace panties, as the other squeezes my breast.
“That’s barbaric,” I gasp while trying to grab on to Reed, but I can’t look away from the couple in front of us.
“Just watch,” he whispers while laying a series of kisses and bites down my neck and playing my body like a fiddle.
The guy slides her panties down her legs and throws them off to the side. She grabs his hair and arches into him, whimpering when he takes his first lick.
“Do it,” I murmur, encouraging Reed to go beneath my panties and finally touch me.
“I got you, sweetheart,” he murmurs.
I imagine it being Reed and me up there on that bed when the man slides into her. Reed licking me through my first orgasm, then slamming into me for the first time. I shiver against Reed’s hard body, holding me in place to watch these two. I want to be repulsed, but I can’t help but be turned on. Reed rubs his cock against my ass while working my clit better than I can, but he never once penetrates me. My orgasm crashes into me when the girl on the bed cries out and the man jerks, dropping his head to her chest. Reed hisses behind me, holding me tight for a moment as I relax into him. When he starts to slide his hand out of my panties, I realize I have one hand tangled in the back of his hair and the other biting into his thigh.
“Sorry,” I tell him while pulling away from him.
“Feel free to pull my hair and ride my hand anytime, sweetheart.” He nods to someone over my shoulder and pulls my arm. “There’s one more part,” he murmurs.
I take a deep breath, trying to gain my bearings while nodding at him. He grabs two more drinks off a passing tray and hands me one.
We tap glasses once again before tossing the liquid back. Reed gives me a wicked smile, then pulls me back toward the fire.
As everyone settles around, I note the heady looks and guys and girls coupled off. Sterling and V making out with his fingers buried between her legs makes me gasp. I look away quickly.
“May we close out the witching hour with our sacrifice,” the mysterious guy yells before throwing the sheets into the still raging fire.
I don’t know what exactly happened, but what I do know is that it was quite possibly the hottest moment of my life.
∞∞∞
“What the hell was that?” I ask no one specific.
“That was a good time, little fox,” Keaton says from his chair across the room.
“So much better than I thought it was going to be,” Finley chimes in from his spot sprawled in front of the fireplace.
“No, seriously, what the hell just happened? I know what I saw, but….” I trail off, unable to gather my thoughts.
I catch Sterling looking at Reed, who nods.
“I kind of told you the other night. Secretum Societatis literally translates to ‘secret society.’ It’s made up of our peers. We only allow juniors and seniors to join. Once you’re in, you have to do something legitimately fucking awful in order to be booted, and you have the whole society on your speed dial. We have judges, politicians, doctors, actors, and so much more within our group. You never know when you’ll need someone with a particular skill set, and now you don’t have to worry, because there is someone within the society who can do what you need.”
“That doesn’t explain why I was invited. Or explain what happened. What did we drink? What about the girl? You said it was a virgin sacrifice, but I’m sorry. No girl would willingly give up her virginity like that,” I rant.
“Lower your voice, Sage,” Reed warns.
“You were invited because you’re a Covington, just like me. Our family has always been a part of the society,” Victoria tells me softly.
My eyes find Reed. There’s something lingering beneath the surface. Something he’s hiding.
“I can assure you, she was a willing participant. We would never make someone do something they didn’t want to do,” Sterling says adamantly.
I turn to Reed. “What if that was Tinsley up there, huh?”
“Tinsley would never be up there,” he says with a hard voice. “I’m sure it’ll shock you, but that girl volunteered for tonight. She was extensively interviewed and questioned before to make sure she knew what to expect. Same with the guy.”
“But why!” I yell.
“Because we're a secret society. We do fucked-up shit, have weird rituals. We steal a stupid bird as a sacrifice to prove our loyalty. The women sacrifice an orgasm in public. It’s just the way it is. Get over it. Besides, from where I’m standing, you were into it,” Finley says with a shrug.
“So fucking into it.” Keaton chuckles.
“Enough,” Reed growls at Keaton and Finley before turning to look at me. “It’s done. There’s no going back. Just think, when you’re a senior, you never have to partake in it again unless you want to. But there will be other trials to ensure your loyalty. Better make sure you’re with us and not against us. Because if you’re against us, we could make your life hell.”
I scoff. “Like you haven’t been already?”
“Trust me, Miller, that was child’s play compared to what it could have been,” he warns.
V sighs and comes to stand in front of me. She grabs my hands. “Trust me, this is a good thing. I promise. If you have any more questions, you could always ask my mom,” she tells me softly. “But please just give it a chance.”
“Fine.” I sigh before dropping down onto the couch.
A million thoughts are racing through my mind, but one comment sticks out: “Because you’re a Covington.”
Was my mother a part of this? If so, then why didn’t she ever ask them for help? Or did they push her out when she got pregnant out of wedlock?
So many questions. Maybe it’s time I seek answers.