Instead, he'd eaten her alive.

Literally and figuratively, ate me alive.

The things he'd done with his mouth. The way he'd held her down like she weighed nothing. The growl in his voice when he called her "my queen"—possessive, claiming, like he already owned her and was just letting her pretend otherwise.

It was everything she'd ever fantasized about.

Everything she'd been searching for in the Main Legacy boys for years.

The Main Legacy girls had worked their way through most of them, testing, hoping, always ending up disappointed.

This is what they did and came back to their group chat to discuss each one of the boys.

Brett was all talk—couldn't maintain an erection under pressure, came in fifteen minutes flat, thought jackhammering was the height of sexual prowess. Anderson had stamina but no technique, no dominance, no fire.

Kyle was too gentle, too eager to please, too... boring.

Marcus had been her last hope.

Marcus— The said most handsome of all legacies. He had the confidence, the presence, the commanding aura that made her think maybe.

Then Phei had said it. Yesterday. Simple and devastating:

"Marcus is spineless. A Queen like you deserves better, deserve a dragon but keep chasing puppies wearing wolf masks. Deserves someone who'd burn the whole world for you!"

She'd wanted to argue. Wanted to defend her choice. But deep down, in that secret place where she kept the truths she couldn't admit...

She knew he was right.

Marcus was a pretender. All of them were. Playing at dominance without understanding what it actually meant.

And then there is Phei...

Phei, who's been nobody three days ago. Furniture. Background noise. The charity case we all stepped over without seeing.

Phei, who'd beaten Brett bloody in a fight that was already legendary. Who'd walked through seven Main Legacy boys like they were made of smoke. Who'd made her cum four times without even using his cock, then walked away like she was the one who should be grateful.

What the fuck IS he?

Her phone buzzed.

Sierra grabbed it, half-hoping, half-dreading—

Not him. Of course not. He had her number sine she'd sent him a message. And even if he did, she somehow knew he wouldn't text.

He'd told her where to find him.

The ball is in my court now.

Bastard.

The notification was from the group chat. The private one. Main Legacy girls only—no boys allowed, no screenshots permitted, violation of trust punishable by social annihilation.

[PARADISE PRINCESSES - PRIVATE]

Maddie: okay but has anyone else noticed Phei today??

Amber: noticed?? I almost walked into a wall when he passed me in the hallway

Jade: the AUDACITY of him looking like that. where was this energy for the last ten years???

Maddie: idk but I'm not complaining 👀

Amber: did you see how the boys reacted? My brother (Brett) looked like he was going to piss himself

Jade: DANTON FLINCHED. I saw it. I have witnesses.

Maddie: speaking of witnesses... anyone know why Sierra dragged him to the old music room👀👀👀

Sierra's stomach dropped.

They know.

Of course they knew. Four of her girls had been standing guard outside. Four girls who'd definitely heard every moan, every scream, every wet, obscene sound that had echoed through that room.

Four girls who were probably already spreading the word.

She stared at the messages, thumbs hovering over the keyboard.

What could she say?

Yes, I dragged him there to dominate him.

Yes, he ended up dominating me instead.

Yes, he made me cum four times with his mouth and finger and then left me begging for his cock.

No, I don't know what the fuck is happening to me either.

She typed nothing.

Amber: wait WHAT

Jade: SIERRA AND PHEI??

Maddie: that's what I heard. Her whole squad was there. Apparently, things got like... fucking loud. Like, screaming-his-name, couch-soaked, legs-shaking loud.

Amber: omg Sierra: OMGGGG

Amber: @Sierra you better explain RIGHT NOW.

Sierra stared at the screen, thighs clenched tight under her silk sheets. Her pussy was still swollen, still throbbing from the way he'd tongue-fucked her until she squirted all over his face. She could still feel the ghost of his mouth on her clit, sucking hard enough to make her see stars.

She typed: He ate me out until I came twice deal with it. But then deleted it.

Typed: Mind your own fucking business. Deleted that too.

What was she supposed to say? "Yeah, the charity case pinned me to a wall, ripped my panties off, and devoured my pussy like he owned it—but we didn't fuck, so technically I'm still in control"?

Before she could lie her way out of it, another message dropped.

Elena: Interesting.

Just that. One word. Ice-cold and dripping with intent.

From Elena fucking Ashford. The girl whose family owned the school. The girl who could ruin lives with a smile and a phone call. The girl who collected broken boys like trophies— made her group fuck them senseless, drained them dry, then tossed them aside when she got bored.

That Virgin Succubus.

Elena: So, the charity case has hidden talents. Color me very intrigued.

Maddie: Elena NO

Elena: Elena yes 😈

Amber: Sierra called dibs!!

Elena: Did she? I don't recall hearing that. Besides… from what I'm hearing, he's the one doing the claiming. Not her.

Sierra's blood turned to ice, then boiled over. That smug little—

Elena: Don't worry, Sierra. I won't steal your toy.

Elena: Unless he wants to be stolen 😘

The chat exploded—screaming emojis, frantic denials, alliances fracturing in real time. But Sierra couldn't read any of it.

Her mind was replaying his voice in the dark: "You know where to find me when you're ready to be mine."

Mine. Not hers. His.

She threw off the covers and stood, legs still trembling from the orgasms he'd ripped out of her. Her pussy ached—raw, sensitive, dripping again just thinking about how he'd spread her open on that couch and licked her clean like she was his last meal.

She caught herself mid-stride. Wait. She was still thinking of him as something to possess. A prize to snatch before the vultures descended.

But that wasn't how this worked. Not with him.

He wasn't prey. He was the fucking dragon.

And if she went to him—if she hunted him down and spread her legs for him again—she wouldn't be conquering anything. She'd be surrendering. Kneeling. Begging to be fucked raw and claimed completely.

The thought should have pissed her off. Should have made her double down, claw back control.

Instead, her clit pulsed hard, a fresh rush of slick coating her inner thighs.

Fuck.

She collapsed back onto the bed, pressing her thighs together, grinding helplessly against nothing as heat flooded her core. She was soaked again. Aching again.

She was going to him. She knew it with bone-deep certainty.

The untouchable Hell Queen was going to walk straight into his lair and offer her body—her pride, her control, her everything—on a silver fucking platter.

But not tonight. All she had now was the memory of his tongue buried deep inside her, his fingers stretching her open, his mouth sucking her clit until she screamed.

So, she lay there in the dark, cunt throbbing, nipples hard against her tank top, counting the hours until she could track him down and beg him to finish what he started.

[PARADISE PRINCESSES - PRIVATE]

Elena: Can't sleep either, Sierra? 😏

Elena: Don't worry. May the best woman win.

Elena: Or should I say… may the best woman lose?

Elena: Because losing to HIM—spreading wide and getting fucked until we can't walk—might be the most fun any of us have ever had.

Elena: Sweet dreams, ladies~ 💋

Sierra hurled her phone across the room. It hit the wall with a satisfying crack.

That fucking succubus.

The war for Phei Maxton had officially begun.

And Sierra was going to win it— even if it meant losing everything else.

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