Claimed By My Ex-Husband's Enemies

EIGHT

CAMILE

It has been two nights.

Two long, ridiculous, impossible nights, and I still couldn’t get them out of my head. It was as if every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Arlo’s mouth on me and Kael’s hands on my body.

Their voices coaxing me to climax.

The thoughts were so fucking tangible that it was always like they were in the room with me.

I don’t know what has come over me. It was like I had completely lost myself between them, like I have never had a single boundary in my life.

It was honestly pathetic at this point.

I tried to focus on the job applications in front of me, three tabs open on my laptop, a half-typed cover letter, and a growing headache, because all I could think about was them.

Arlo’s breath against my inner thigh. Kael whispering in my ear and he flicked my nipples.

Their bodies pinning me down.

The way I came apart so easily.

I shook my head hard.

“Get a grip, Camile,” I muttered.

But my body didn’t listen.

My thighs pressed together. I began to feel the heat and wetness pooling between my legs, that stupid and traitorous heat, and eventually, I just shut the laptop and let out a frustrated sigh.

Fine. I’ll deal with it just this once.

Maybe that was what I needed to get it out of my system for good.

Then I’ll move on.

I slid down on the couch, my breath already hitching as the memories came flooding back, and this time, I didn’t even try to stop it. I allowed it to flow.

Lying down on the sofa, I parted my legs in a way that made my nightdress pool around my waist, leaving my legs and inner thigh bare and open.

My hand began to drift down without me even thinking, slipping into my panties and gasping sharply when the tip of my fingers brushed against my already sensitive, wet fold.

And just as I was about to slip my fingers further in, my phone rang loudly.

I jumped, heart slamming into my ribs.

The fuck?

With my heart beating wildly and sexual frustration welling in my chest, I looked at the screen. It showed an unsaved number.

I was just going to ignore it and go back to pleasuring myself, but then I realized it might be one of the companies I recently applied to. Maybe someone wanted an interview.

Quickly, I removed my hand from my panties, picked up the phone from the table, cleared my throat, and answered the call immediately.

“Hello?”

There was a pause. A soft exhale.

Then a voice, smooth, low, and completely unmistakable. One of the voices that was literally the object of all my desires.

“Hello, sweetheart.”

Kael.

His voice slid through the speaker like warm silk.

My stomach dropped. Of all the moments for him to call, it had to be the exact second I was about to slip my hand into my panties.

The exact I wanted to touch myself to the thought of him and his best friend.

“K-Kael?” I whispered before I could stop myself.

He chuckled softly, the sound warm and amused, like he already knew everything racing through my mind.

“So you do remember my voice.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My heart was beating too fast, thudding against my ribs like it was trying to escape.

Was this a coincidence?

Or were they somehow able to sense what I was thinking? What I was about to do?

My silence stretched, and he hummed like he was listening closely.

“Tell me something, Camile… Were you thinking about us?”

The hell?

It was eerie how spot-on he was. My thighs clenched before I could help it.

“No,” I said quickly. “Get off your fucking high horse. I said it before, and I’m repeating it. That night is never happening again.”

Another voice slipped through the speaker, lazy and familiar.

Arlo.

I shivered.

“That’s cute,” he said. “But I know you’re thinking about us. Probably thinking about everything you want us to do to you.”

Heat rushed straight to my core. I swallowed hard.

“You’re wet right now, aren’t you?” Kael’s voice returned, smooth and maddeningly sure. “I can hear it in your voice. Bet you’re dying to touch yourself.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the way my body reacted instantly. They weren’t even in the room, and somehow they had me unraveling again.

“Lie back down,” Arlo said, his tone firm but coaxing. “Go on.”

I didn’t even realize I had obeyed until my back met the couch cushions.

“Good girl,” Kael murmured. “Now put your fingers between your legs.”

My breath shook as I hovered, torn between pride, indignation, and the greedy ache tightening low in my belly.

“We’re right here,” Arlo said. “Go on. Touch yourself.”

My hand moved before my mind caught up. The second my fingers slipped between my legs and brushed the slick heat waiting there, a sharp gasp tore out of me.

It shot straight into the phone, loud enough that even I flinched.

Arlo let out a low, satisfied laugh. “There she is.”

Kael’s voice followed, smooth and warm like he was praising something fragile. “You sound so fucking beautiful when you lose control.”

Their words seemed to unlock something in me, and I drilled two fingers into my hole, breath breaking apart as the sensitivity hit me in a rush.

I knew I should stop. I knew I shouldn’t give them this.

But they kept talking, and my body kept listening.

“Slow circles around your clit, sweetheart,” Kael murmured. “Let your fingers glide. Don’t rush.”

I obeyed, hating how easily I slipped back into their rhythm, how every little movement sent sparks crawling up my spine. A soft whimper escaped me in such an embarrassing sound.

Arlo groaned quietly.

“That little sound you just made? Do it again.” He commanded.

I bit my lip, but another one spilled out anyway, higher and needier. Their breathing on the line changed, deepening, feeding the fire already burning through me.

“Good,” Kael whispered. “Now press a little harder. Just a little… yes, like that.”

My hips lifted off the couch. My breath hitched in broken pieces as my pace increased, plunging my fingers in and out of my pussy hole, a wet squelching sound coming out.

I dropped my phone beside my ear and used my free hand to pinch my nipples through my nightdress, the zap going straight to my core and causing me to bulge my hips.

Fuck it! I’m so close.

“You’re close,” Arlo said, like he could hear my thoughts. “I can hear it.”

“I…” I tried to speak, but my voice cracked.

“Come for us,” Kael said softly, and that was it.

The pleasure rushed through me so fast my voice broke into a strangled cry.

My back arched, my free hand clawing at the couch as the release tore through me in shaking waves. I couldn’t hold the sounds in, choking them out in gasps.

When I finally came down from my high, I collapsed back, breathing hard, pulse wild.

On the other end of the line, there was silence… but the kind that felt charged, like they were both listening to every breath I took.

Then Arlo exhaled, low and pleased.

“Good girl.”