Blackthorne Academy.
1 p.m.
The gate of the Blackthorne Academy loomed ahead—like an entrance to another world. Maybe it was, because this is where the elites and the strongest warrior all over the kingdoms are groomed and trained.
Lena heart raced as Darius pulled up in the driveway just before the dormitory.
"I guess this is it," he said, stepping out and opening the car boot.
Lena stepped out too, pulling out her two boxes. She had difficulty carrying them, so Darius took it from her, carrying it like it weighed nothing. "Should I help you carry it to your dorm?" He asked, his voice calm.
"No. I'll be fine." she smiled.
Selena stepped out from the other side , her gaze sharp and cold. She pulled out her small bag, throwing her hair back and hissed under her breath, "Don't you dare try to talk to me in public? Or pretend like we are family. Understood?"
Lena didn't say a word—she just looked at her unbothered. It was a good thing. She wasn't planning on doing them even if Selena hadn't spoken about it. She nodded curtly as she watched Selena turned away and walked towards the east wing.
Darius dropped down the box with a frustrated sigh, irritated by his sister coldness. His eyes lingering longer on Lena than they should—he was going to miss her like crazy. "Good luck, Aurora."
"Thanks, brother," she said.
Darius waved her a goodbye and drove out of the hallway.
"I really am alone now," she whispered to herself, inhaling sharply.
Her eyes scanned the elegant towers of the academy before she dragged her box through the path that she thought would lead to the dorm. Students passed by her, dressed in designer clothes, each one carrying a hint of power and authority. It made her stomach twist. It seems the academy was more than she had prepared for.
After getting lost twice and asking some students who thankfully didn't snub her like the others, she finally found her dormitory.
"Lupine hall," she sighed in relief, reading the name plate on the entrance. She pushed the door to her room open and stepped inside.
Three head turned towards her—they were her dormitory mate.
Two of the girls greeted her with instant smiles, showed her to her bed and offered her a bottle of water. One had a curly hair and a brown skin glowing under the sunlight —she looked more like an African. While the other was petite, with straight black hair and glasses, hugging a textbook to her chest —a typical bookworm.
"You're our new roommate!" The curly—haired beamed. "I'm Mia, accounting major."
"I'm Quinn," the girl with glasses said with a shy smile. "Medicine and surgeon major."
"I'm Aurora," Lena said quietly. "Animal science major."
But the third lady was uninterested. She leaned by the closet, arms folded, her eyes gleaming with quiet disdain. Lena noticed and rolled her eyes. Another person like Selena.
Instead, she pulled open the closet and held up a short, glittering golden dress that would fit perfectly as a lingerie more than a dress. "Think this'll get their attention tonight?" She asked, her voice hinting that she was on a seduction mission.
Mia narrowed her eyes in disagreement. "It's a bit.... revealing, Camelia. Don't you think?"
"That's the point," Cameilla smirked, holding the dress against her body and admiring herself in the mirror. "This should get the Blackthorne triplets attention. Tonight is their birthday bash, do you know how many ladies would want their attention?"
Lena froze.
Blackthorne Triplets? Birthday bash?
The words were like a slap to her face. Her heart skipped painfully as the memories came rushing back.
"You should stop trying so hard, Cameilla," Quinn said, her voice drawing Lena out of her thoughts. "They would never notice you. You know they only date within their circles. And you are like worlds apart from them." Cameilla didn't say anything, her face only crumpled in annoyance.
"You have to come, Aurora," Mia said turning to Lena—who's been trying to keep her emotions in check. "It's the biggest party of the semester and you don't want to miss it for anything."
"Y-yeah," she breathed. "I'd love to."
Lena sat still, her fingers tightening around the bottled water. Tonight, she would see them again—the men who destroyed her life.
Tonight, she would begin her revenge, and this time they would be the one to burn.
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Blackthorne palace.
7 p. m.
At the Blackthorne mansion, the sound of moans echoed in the entire bed room. Kyra, one of their numerous slut laid on the bed, only in her lingerie, her skin tingling with anticipation. She wasn't new to this. She knew that being fucked by all three was devastatingly addictive.
"You wore red," Ronan murmured, unbuttoning his shirt with practiced ease. "You know what it does to us." He removed his trousers, and remained only in his briefs—his thick dick straining against the fabric.
Kyra's breath seized at the way his eyes pierced into her soul—hungry and unforgiving.
"She wanted to be devoured," Kieran who was already naked, climbed on the bed stroking his cock—which was dripping with precum. "It's our birthday gift, huh?"
"She's trembling already," Soren dipped his hand between her thighs and ripped off her panties with urgency. "And fuck, she's soaked." He noticed the thick dent on the panties and place it in his nose, sniffing it like the smell of her arousal was the only thing keeping him sane. "god, you smell like heaven and sin."
Kyra gasped, her thighs instinctively parting for him. She liked the way her body and soul belonged to them.
Ronan climbed on the bed and unclasped her bra with one hand, and quickly closed his mouth around her nipples as if he owned it. Kieran leaned over her head, his tongue tracing her lips before thrusting deep into her mouth and kissed her hungrily until she was drunk with sensation. Soren pushed two of his middle fingers inside her pussy, thrusting in and out of her wet, clean-shaved pussy.
"Hmmmmm," kyra moaned, her head falling back, arching into their touches. god, they played her body too well—like an instrument.
Ronan pinched her nipples at the same time and his hands squeezing her breasts. Soren added one more finger, thrusting deeper, hitting her G-spot and rubbing her clit in tight circles.
They took turns teasing her, edging her, worshiping and wrecking her. Ronan handled her breasts. Kieran was kissing her liked crazy. Soren was finger fucking her.
"Be a good girl and come all over our fucking finger," Kieran growled, pulling back from the kiss.
Of course, Kyra obeyed. She shattered on Soren's fingers, gasping their names like a prayer.
Soren pulled out his glistening fingers out of her pussy. "Share," he commanded.
Each brother took one finger, licking it slowly like their favourite candy.
"Fuck, Kyra!" Ronan growled, as the taste of the cream filled his tongue. "Always so sweet."
"Now." Kieran moved towards the ensuite bathroom. "Let's prepare for our birthday bash."