Andria’s POV
The microphone felt heavier the longer I held it, my voice trying to find its way through the tension in the room, caused by the Alpha successors.
"That’s when we found the underground club," I said quietly, my words threading through the hush.
But I wasn’t sure if anyone was even listening anymore.
Aven, Damon, and Tristan finally took their seats, and I let out a sigh of relief. Sir Kaelric ordered that there should be decorum, as he noticed their entrance was stealing more attention than the problem at hand.
The way they could command attention without even trying. Damon leaned back with that infuriating calm, his fingers tapping idly against the table. Aven’s gaze lingered sensually as he rolled his tongue inside his mouth suggestively, tracing like he was reading every twitch of my expression.
I knew I would one day regret bonding with him, but sohow I didn’t. Heat rose to my cheek; the three of them had reconciled to give my feromones and nervous system a chase.
And Tristan... he just stared, with a flirty smirk on his face, like they had been gossiping about my experience with Aven.
The thought turned on than I expected, I felt a tingly sensation down my core as desire and excitent were threatening to take over.
My throat went dry.
"Continue, Miss Wolfsburn," the Headmistress prompted, pulling back to the present.
I nodded faintly, willing my pulse to calm, to rember that she was in front of not just the student council but the school council.
"When we got there, we saw Liara with Jackson in a chamber, inside the club, the place ant for the reader’s club back when the museum was used," I continued, my voice lower.
"They were strange creatures there, even in the chamber. There were black faes, black witches, rogue wolves, the likes of Jackson, even demons. It looked like a eting, or maybe a ritual. Liara didn’t look like herself."
I took my eyes off the successors and onto the other council mbers, so that I could gather my words, but my eyes fell on Sir Kaelric, who was also staring at without blinking.
He stood near the far end of the room, beside the Headmistress’s desk, hands clasped behind his back. His posture was perfection, but his gaze betrayed him.
He looked at , then at them and then back at again, as if he were studying us. But the slight tightening of his jaw told that he was either jealous or tense in the mont.
"...and that’s how we brought them here," I finished. "Sir Kaelric led the arrest. I only assisted as part of my duty as student council president, to make sure that law and order are upheld."
"Thank you, Miss Wolfsburn. You may return to your seat."
I exhaled quietly as I stepped down from the platform. As I moved, I tried to avoid Sir Kaelric’s gaze, which seed to linger, but I couldn’t, unless I bent my head down awkwardly.
His gaze t mine again, and his gaze was darkened this ti around as he stared at my chest. I quickly looked down to notice that my shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and I buttoned it up quickly, a blush appearing on my cheeks.
I retook my seat beside Allison, trying to keep my breathing steady.
"Are you okay?" Allison whispered, leaning closer. "You look... flushed."
"I’m fine," I lied, my voice barely audible.
"Ok, if you say so, although your appearance, I know that appearance especially in a room that has your mates in it," Allison said, and turned to face the stage.
"Allison Spade, step out to the stage," the headmistress called.
Allison looked to and winked, and then moved towards the stage.
"You are Allison Spade, Aven’s sister, right?" The headmistress asked.
"Yes, ma."
"You are the victim of Liara’s ambush and harassnt on the night of the kissing booth, right?"
"Yes," Allison replied with a nod.
"Tell us how it happened."
Allison took a deep breath and began. "I had prepared for the event just like every other student, but I was a little bit earlier than I expected. I love to keep to ti, but the event started later than expected. On my way, I felt sothing strange, like I was being followed, but when I turned my back, there was no one there..."
"You are such a naughty little wolf, Ari," Tristan whispered into my ear. "But you know, I like it that way."
"I don’t understand what you an by that," I responded quickly, although I knew where he was driving at.
"First Sir Kaelric and now Aven. I knew what went on in my absence, Ari. You were moaning to his strokes..."
"Of course she would, I hit her good. You can try to beat if you can," Aven interrupted. " I can’t wait to get down on your wet cunt again, my naughty mate."
"I know you loved it when I kissed you up stage, swear you didn’t want to take you there. You know I’m better at these things than Aven or Sir Kaelric would ever be," Damon cut in.
"Or would you want all of us instead?" Tristan said with so much firmness.
"You know how it would feel, taking you even far above cloud nine," Damon adds.
My whole body was betraying , my heat almost overwhelming . I could imagine their hands on , their lips on every part of at the sa ti, caressing, kissing, sucking and pinching.
I grew uncomfortable in my seat as their voices filled my head.
"I know you want us all, you greedy little wolf, you want your three holes filled up," Aven said.
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.
"Yeah, fuck right, your body will take us all. I can sll you, Ari. You want us," Tristan said.
"Don’t stop...I an, stop, we are in a council eting," I whispered, my voice coming out in short breaths.
I was getting out of breath, my attention taken from whatever Allison was saying up there. I could only think of what their hands, mouth and length could do to all at once.
I was in a lustful haze when Allison ca back.
"You still don’t look so good," she said, looking at , then back at the Alpha successors.
My fingers twitched restlessly in my lap.
"I’m good, Allison, I promise. I’m just getting a little bored; this whole eting should be done already, the truth is already before them," I replied, trying to downplay the tension.
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