The triplets arrived shortly after, each carrying a bag of food and drink.
“Get up,” they groaned at Michelle, yanking her up by her clothing.
“I was here before you,” she whined.
“Tough shit,” one of the triplets snapped back, shoving Michelle aside with an annoyed glare. “We brought food. You brought nothing.”
The triplets spread out the bounty, revealing various fast food items and snacks. The smell of burgers, fries, and sugary sodas filled the air, heightening everyone’s appetite.
“We brought all your favourites, don’t worry they are all yours, you don’t have to choose”. Silas teased, staring at lyra with a smile on his face. They all seat around her, trapping her in their mist.
Lyra smiled, trying hard not to blush. “Thank you”. She murmured, taking a burger.
“Can I have one?”, Michelle asked, stretching her hand forward.
“I thought we told you to get out?”. Zayn frown,
Michelle’s face flushed with anger. “Oh, so now you three think you’re better than me just because you brought some food? I’ve been with Lyra since day one, and you think you can just waltz in here and steal her from me?”
“Day one? She has been with us from birth”, Ezra scoffed.
“Let her have one, come here babe”. Lyra smiles, giving Michelle a burger.
She stuck her tongue out to the triplets before leaving.
“How do you deal with her? She is so annoying”. Zayn scoffed.
“She’s just been petty”. Lyra responded, munching on her food.
“Ain’t you guys hungry? Won’t you eat?”. She asked.
“We will but not now”. Ezra responds, relaxing against the chair.
“I heard there’s a new student, have you seen her?”.
The triplets exchanged worried gaze between themselves, suddenly started feeling nervous. As they were about to respond the bell rings.
“Oh shot, we are having separate classes now. I have to go”. She stood up, about to walk away when zayn pulled her back, forcing her to sit on his lap.
“Won’t you at least thank us for the food?”. he smirks.
Lyra raised an eyebrow, her mouth still chewing on the food. “But I never asked for it, did I, huh?” She teased, then leaned in, whispering conspiratorially to Zayn, ” since you asked so nicely, thank you.”
Zayn’s smirk widened, and he nuzzled his nose into Lyra’s hair. “That is not a thank you nor is that the way of thanking us”. He whispered, placing a hand over her thigh.
“Isn’t that right, brother?”. Zayn asked, a smirk on his face as he turned to his brother, who moved closer, locking Lyra among them.
Silas took the burger from her, placing it gently on the desk, while Ezra watch her with intensity, his eyes burning with lust.
“Did you not ask if we were hungry?”. He asked, his voice deep and husky.
Lyra’s breath caught in her throat as Silas moved in, his voice like honey, thick and sweet. She could feel Zayn’s hand still on her thigh, the heat of his touch radiating through her clothes.
“I suppose I did,” she admitted, unable to tear her gaze away from Silas’s. “But I didn’t think you’d be so… hands on.”
Silas raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching in a playful smirk. “Hands on?”. He repeated, moving her hair to one side.
“Mmm,” Silas continued, his voice like velvet. “I have many ways of being ‘hands on’.” He brought his fingers to Lyra’s chin, tilting her face up to look at him. “But if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let Zayn take the lead.” He added, moving back a little.
Lyra felt her body respond to the triplets’ seductive words, her breath quickening as their bodies pressed against hers. Without a second thought, she leaned in and kissed Zayn, her tongue slipping between his lips in a slow, teasing dance.
As Zayn deepened their kiss, Lyra arched her back, her hips pressing against him, a low moan escaping her throat.
The kiss grew more urgent, Zayn’s hands roaming over Lyra’s body, cupping her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. She moaned into his mouth, her body burning with need.
“That’s enough. She has to go”. Ezra growl, pulling Lyra off zayn who let out a deep groan of dissatisfaction.
Lyra stumbled as Ezra pulled her away from Zayn, the sudden loss of his touch leaving her feeling cold and exposed. She steadied herself, straightening her clothes, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Ezra eyes her from head to toe, biting his lips hard. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with desire. Ezra’s gaze lingered on Lyra’s body, taking in every curve, every inch of her. He took a step towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re helpless, Lyra,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, the heat of his touch making her gasp.
“Come on, you can go to your class now or else we won’t be responsible for our next action”. He warned.