Claimed by the Devils

Chapter 35

Sebastian POV

Dates were not something I was good with.

Girls falling at your feet tended to mean you didn’t have to try. With Aria going out with both Lucian and Elliot, I saw a change in them, and I wasn’t going to lie, I felt pressure right now.

With everything going on with Fred, Heather, and The Society, I truly didn’t feel in the zone to be out of the dorm.

Our date consisted of snacks and a movie. We sat on the sofa, a huge gap between us, and to be honest, I was f*****g bored. The horror movie I requested wasn’t distracting me at all. What was? Aria’s shapely legs.

How had she become my number-one fantasy? I wasn’t sure how it had happened, only that it had, and now as I looked at her, all I wanted to do was f**k her, hard, fast, slow, and I wanted to lick her p***y. My d**k was rock-hard.

I’d nearly been late to our date so I had taken a quick shower, only to leave my very attention-seeking d**k alone. Now he wanted to play.

Aria lifted the pillow to her face and groaned.

“I can’t look.”

“Then come here.”

I patted the spot right next to me.

“I can protect you.”

I expected her to decline but instead, she snuggled close to me. The heavy scent of vanilla invaded my senses. The pillow was still in her fist, and she looked ready to run at a moment’s notice.

“I’ve got you.”

“I don’t know how you can watch this.”

To be honest, watching any kind of movie, I saw beyond the camera. When your family had a media empire that went across all spectrums of entertainment, I got to see how movies and television were made. I saw the evil guys go from gorgeous hunks to men you scream at. The weapons, some of them bent while others were designed to pull back without being able to strike flesh.

Then of course you had the director barking orders, or losing his s**t. I’d seen my fair share of movie drama, and yeah, it had completely ruined movie night. I thought it was why I opted for this. While Aria was distracted by the movie, I could think.

There were parts of what Fred had discovered that didn’t make sense. Like the fact Joan followed our fathers to college. She was their selected throughout and even Alexander lived with them, but something happened in that last year. He found evidence of her no longer being with them. That same year, she married Alexander and was pregnant with Aria.

Why did she leave them?

We were unable to find any more selected couples to see if this was a regular occurrence, and within time, Aria would be able to leave to have her own life. If that was the case, why did her parents order her to accept this? None of it made sense.

We were going around in circles, but at this point, it wasn’t like I could ask my dad for help. If he knew what I’d been doing, he’d lose his f*****g s**t. I was breaking way too many rules. Not to mention what it would do to Fred.

I wasn’t going to put anyone else at risk. What it did mean was next week, I was taking a nice vacation home with the guys, and we were taking Aria as well.

My dad was going to be there on Friday, but come Saturday, he would be gone and I was going to find some answers even if it killed me.

“It’s easy. Just think you’re the director,” I said, coming back to the conversation. I wrapped my arm around Aria’s shoulders.

“Look at the screen as if it’s a camera angle.”

I grabbed the remote and pressed pause.

“What we know so far is this is a slasher movie, which means we’re looking at gore. The more graphic the better, and there has to be a pair of t**s in there somewhere.”

She laughed.

“Why?”

“It sells movies.”

“I hate that. Why is it girls have to get their t**s out but guys don’t have to get their you-know-what out?”

“t**s are prettier.”

“You think so?”

“I’ve seen my d**k, and believe me, I would not want a d**k swinging in front of me.”

I cringed.

“Could you imagine if they did that, and the guy got hard?”

She wrinkled her nose.

“That does sound gross.”

“Yep.”

I turned the television on.

“See, more screaming, and please tell me why they try to hide. Everyone knows where they are. You’d be better off surprising the guy or girl and just attacking.”

“But they risk being killed,” Aria said.

“As opposed to running around half-naked thinking someone is going to come. I need some ice cream.”

I paused the film and got up, heading into the kitchen.

After opening up a brand-new carton of chocolate, I got two spoons as Aria came into the kitchen.

“I get the sense you didn’t want this date.”

“I do.”

“Sebastian, come on. You hate movies. You’re bored. What gives?”

“Nothing gives. We all agreed to date you, and this is how my date goes.”

I was f*****g bored out of my mind but also horny.

Aria hadn’t seen the evidence of my arousal, but I was sure she wouldn’t be asking so many questions if she had.

Should I tell her? Show her?

Aria walked back into the room. The pajama shorts she wore drove me crazy.

Holding the carton in one hand, I took hold of her hand and pressed her up against the door.

“I don’t give a s**t about the movie.”

Shifting my weight, I let her feel the evidence of my arousal.

“But I do enjoy being with you.”

Her gaze went wide.

I immediately stepped back.

“This is why I’m getting the ice cream, to cool myself down, but I do enjoy being around you.”

Still holding her hand, I walked back into the sitting room. I offered her the tub and she took it as I pressed play on the movie and sat back. I took the carton back and began to eat the ice cream.

Every now and then, I was sure she glanced down at my d**k, but I couldn’t guarantee it. The angle was all wrong.

The movie continued to get more extreme with the gore and all the while, I was acutely aware of Aria being so close to me. This had to be punishment for sticking my nose in where it didn’t belong. It had to be. I couldn’t see any other reason why it would.

Suddenly, Aria took the ice cream off me, and before I knew what was happening, she’d straddled my waist.

Her covered p***y came into direct contact with my d**k. I grabbed her ass as she pressed down against me.

“I’m not good at this, but tell me if I do something wrong.”

She cupped my face, and then I couldn’t think as her lips were on me, kissing me. I took a second to allow her to explore my mouth, seeking me out, learning what I liked. I loved the feel of her lips against mine. I didn’t want her to stop, and I slid my hand up to capture the back of her neck, holding her to me, and finally deepening the kiss.

She felt hot. I wore sweatpants, and it would be so easy to just slide those shorts off her, pull my d**k out, and f*****g take her right now.

Virginity be damned.

Lucian and The Society be damned.

The sensible part of my brain was still in charge, so I kept my hands to her neck and the other on her ass.

I wanted inside her. That was clear. Not just because I needed to get off but in the past few days, I’d come to crave this girl. What Fred had found out about her, Aria was like a different species. She hadn’t been raised to play this game.

Kept innocent.

Living a good life.

I wanted her. I wanted to drown in all of her goodness, let it soak me to the core as I knew in time, I was going to need it. Society wasn't a good place. Like all organizations, they had good and bad parts. I worried I would get sucked into the bad. Forced to become another minion, keeping their s**t side under wraps.

Aria let out a little moan and all my negative thoughts evaporated. I ignored everything and merely focused on this girl in my arms.

So beautiful.

Her kisses were not experienced, but I found them to be utterly addictive. I could kiss her all night long.

We were on a date. Aria was mine until morning.

Biting at her lips, I sucked them into my mouth before breaking away to travel down her neck, marking her. I wanted the world to see she was taken.

No other guy outside us four would ever know how good it felt to have her ride their d**k.

She arched up, grinding her p***y down on me as I thrust up, wanting to f**k her, but I held back.

“Aria, I’m holding on by a thread.”

“Let me touch you.”

I froze and stopped kissing her to look at her.

“What?”

“Let me take care of you. I can do it, if you want me to.”

She placed her hand on my chest and slowly slid down, going to the edge of my pants. She tugged on the tie, loosening them.

“If you do this, then I want to touch you,” I said.

“Will it hurt?”

“No. You will feel so f*****g good. I promise.”

I would love to be the first of us to make her come.

“Please,” I said.

She nodded.

“I would like that.”

Her hand slid beneath the fabric of my pants at the same time I cupped her through hers, touching her at the apex, stroking her.

She wasn’t wearing any panties, that much was clear. The shorts she wore had a bit of stretch, so it didn’t take me long to slide my fingers underneath and find her hot, wet heat.

This, I wasn’t expecting. She soaked my finger.

I wanted to test her cunt, but I refrained. The punishment wasn’t worth it. Aria was, but I didn’t know the consequences for her if she was to be found without her virginity. It was all archaic and not something I could believe in.

To be honest, it was all f*****g crazy, but I no longer cared as her hand wrapped around my d**k.

Just feeling her soft hands was like a sweet victory to me. Pre-c*m leaked out of the tip of my stiff c**k. Sinking my free hand into her hair, I drew her closer to me, kissing her lips as she worked up and down.

I found her sweet bud and circled it.

She broke from the kiss to tilt her head back. Her neck was already marked from my kisses, and I liked to see them.

The guys were going to be so f*****g jealous, but they were going to want to give her their mark as well.

Aria was ours. She would see that even though we didn’t originally pick her, we all wanted her.

“Am I doing this right?” she asked.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Baby, you’re doing everything right, and I’ve got no problem with it. Keep on touching me. I don’t mind a little pain.”

The fact I hadn’t come straight away was a miracle.

“Do you like me touching your p***y?” I asked.

“Yes.”

She gave this little gasp and ground against my hand.

“I want you to come for me, Aria. Let me see you orgasm.”

She frowned, rocking back and forth. Her t**s were still confined against the shirt, and it pissed me off, but I didn’t say anything, just enjoying what I did actually have.

She was beautiful, and I was a f*****g fool to have not noticed her before now. Aria rode my hand, and I couldn’t look away, nor did I want to. She was a sight of beauty. Pure, f*****g perfection, and she was all ours. Each revelation made me feel on cloud nine.

The instant she came apart, I found my own release, my c*m spilling out of the tip onto the pants.

She collapsed against me, panting. The scent of her p***y was heavy in the air, and all I could think about was it being the best f*****g date ever.