Braymore Academy 2: Braymore Academy, #3

By Jordyn LeFay

Gone.
Dead.
Deceased.
Those were the words they used to describe the three guys I'd given my heart and soul to. Reduced to empty words on a paper prgram recycled to ash the moment the serive was finished.
The rest of Braymore's student body went back to their normal lives. My my life has never been normal. Necromancy comes at a cost and when I'm the one being hunted, it would be reckless to ignore those costs.

Especially since they were too high for anyone in my position to afford.
But they were all I had, and I might not have felt so responsible for retoring thier lives if I wasnt conviced I was the reason their's ended.
No intentionally of course. I loved them each one of them. But like all balancing acts in life, the unbearable pleasure of being with them, was inevitabyl followed by unbeelivable pain of losing them.

Time was literally running out and so were my options here At Braymore Academy. The darkness was closing in
nbut before I could let that happen there was one thing left. Only thing I had left to give was my life. Would it be enought?

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Red Check Press
• Release date: Mar 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201943516

Jordyn LeFay

Jordyn LeFay is a full time novelist who keeps busy writing, and wrangling a 30 pound leopard she calls Kitty.   Jordyn spends her days writing stories that sizzle, and her nights researching them.   She lives in the Northeast with her handsome husband, her cutie-patootie son...and her overly active imagination.   Favorite quote: "Well-behaved women rarely make history."

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Gone.

Dead.

Deceased.

Those were the words they’d used to describe the three guys I'd given my body, heart, and soul to. Their vibrant lives reduced to empty words on a parchment program, cindered to ash the moment the service was finished.

The rest of Braymore's student body went back to their normal lives... only, my life has never been normal. My relentless need to bring them back from the dead was as close to normal as it came.

But necromancy comes at a cost, and when I'm the one being hunted, it would be reckless to ignore those costs. Dante, Jonas, Ty... they were all I had, and I might not have felt so responsible for restoring their lives if I wasn’t convinced that I was the reason theirs ended.

Time was literally running out, and so were my options here at Braymore Academy. They’d taken everything and everyone from me. Darkness was closing in us, but before I could let that happen, there was one thing I had left that was still mine to give...

My life.

Only question is, would it be enough?

The tale continues to unfold, and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts on it!

xo Jordyn

Chapter One

Irace through the room, my hands flying over every trunk.

What are you looking for, sweetheart?

Brushing off Dante’s question, I keep looking, searching every nook and cranny for the purple vial. There. Deep inside the trunk in the back closet. That’s what I’m looking for.

You don’t need that babe.

I turn, pinning Jonas with a glare. He quirks up a brow, his light eyes flashing. His lips pull down as a glare morphs his face from lighthearted playboy to a force to be reckoned with.

Gulping, I step back, gaze shifting to the floor. Yes I do. I need to touch you. All of you.

But you can touch us, babe. Jonas reaches out, his fingers so real on my skin. Dropping the vial back into the trunk, I fly into his arms, burying my face in his chest. He’s so solid beneath me.

I curl my fingers into his shirt, tugging it off his body. There’s too much fabric between us. I need skin-to-skin contact more than I need air at the moment. Groaning, I fiddle with the buttons, angry that they’re not undoing quicker.

Chuckling, Jonas lays his hands against mine, prying them off the innocent shirt. He undoes the buttons, each one revealing another bit of skin. Dante and Ty slide up behind me, their fingers working at my clothes. I want so badly to be underneath them again, to lose myself in the decadence of their touch.

Cool air licks my fevered skin as they strip me until I’m bare beneath Jonas’s intense gaze. My nipples pebble as he stares at me, licking his lips. Soon, Dante and Ty drag me backwards, coaxing me to the bed.

One of their hands encircles my breasts, squeezing as they force me to lean into their touch. Sighing, I let my head fall back and stare up at Ty’s face. His blue eyes are stormy, swirling with the lust he’s always filled with. After a moment, they clear and twinkle with amusement. As he sits, he slides his hands under my thighs, bringing me up to straddle his hips.

His cock is hard against my spine as he spreads his legs, easing mine open. Jonas falls to the floor, his lips brushing over my sensitive skin in a reverent kiss. Groaning, I wiggle my hips, brushing against Ty’s length.

Fuck! He growls, skimming my shoulder with his teeth. I arch back into him, squealing as Jonas nips my inner thigh. Wetness gathers at my core as his hot breath washes over me.

It’s real. All of this is real. The last few months flow away as if wisps of a dream burning in the heat of reality. Groaning, I reach out, sliding my palm over Dante’s face, his long hair tickling my arm. I pull him down, kissing him, pouring all my devotion into that kiss.

Dante’s tongue plunges into my mouth at the same time as Jonas’s tongue laps at my clit. I arch forward, only to be held back by Ty’s implacable grip around my waist. Squirming, I rock back and forth, reveling in Dante’s plundering of my mouth, while Jonas pleasures me much lower.

Jonas and Dante pull back, and my lower lip pokes out in a pout. I don’t care that I’m acting like a petulant child. How can they pleasure me like this, then stop? Ty curls his hands under my thighs and hoists me higher until his erection springs forward, grazing my lower lips.

I suck in a breath as he rocks there, teasing me with the tip of his cock. Though I want so badly to sink down on his length, to force him deep inside, he holds firm, not showing any sign of relenting. It doesn’t matter that I’m babbling, pleading with him to give me what I want.

His lips curl at my shoulder as he holds me against him, drawing out my pleasure until I’m about to burst. Dante slides in front and rests his hands on my hips before guiding me forward, positioning me right where Ty wants me.

They look at each other, smiling as I continue to squirm. His head slips inside my opening, and I can’t help the decadent groan that leaves my lips. How long have I been waiting for this? Missing their touch. With extreme control, Ty lowers me down, stretching me around his girth.

You’re so fucking tight, Izzy, he groans behind me. Both Dante and Jonas stand before me, hands gliding over their shafts. They’ve never looked more handsome to me.

Inch by inch, Ty lowers me down until I’m sitting on his lap, groaning at how full this position makes me. I’m about to burst as his cock rasps against every nerve deep inside me.

Ride me, princess, Ty grunts behind me, his hot breath washing over my skin.

Reaching out, I extend my hands to both Jonas and Dante, not wanting them to ever feel left out. They step forward, their cocks bobbing