It takes too long to get home. Jace barely has his SUV in park, the garage door still lowering into place, when he shoves his car door open and reaches for the handle of mine.
He scoops me from the backseat, carrying me through the interior door into the loft, as if he cannot wait another second to get me inside. I can feel the tension pulsing through his taut muscles, the way he was ready to kick the door in if he had to.
Jace sets me gently on the couch, taking one step back like he’s daring me to argue with his actions.
None of them speak at first. They just stare, sharing a silent storm behind the eyes, every bit the dark, feral barbarians of my fantasies, focused solely on me.
Kieran turns to Silas. “She’s shaking.”
“Denial is a bitch, I suppose,” he replies with a smirk. “We can start here.”
I don’t quite grasp what he means until Kieran drops to his knees like a knight answering a prayer, his fingers trailing up my thigh toward the button on my jeans. My back arches, hips tilting forward, so he can peel the denim down my legs.
Jace kneels on the couch beside me, thick cock in his hand, taking my distraction as his invitation. He presses his satin tip against my mouth, one hand cradling my jaw, the other curling in my hair.
“The bed is warmer,” Kieran murmurs against my skin. “But I like the idea of her trembling right here.”
“She’ll get warm,” Silas says smoothly, taking a seat in his armchair as he locks eyes with me. “Once she earns it.”
I whimper around Jace as Kieran spreads me open, propping my legs on his shoulders. My hips move without permission, trying to grind against Kieran’s mouth. His fingertips dig into my thighs as he pulls back just enough to keep me desperate.
“Not yet.” Silas’s deep voice holds a soft melody. “Not until I say.”
Jace groans low, tightening his grip in my hair to control my speed as he towers over me. “Do you have to make her beg?”
“She loves begging,” Silas acknowledges.
Damn them all.
I do.
Kieran is the worst.
The best.
He flicks his tongue against my clit before licking a path to my entrance, delving in for a quick taste. But he stops completely every time I get close, changing his pattern from drawing the alphabet to full-on hieroglyphics. His fingers are dexterous in a way that makes me see stars, curling against a place most men would miss entirely.
And he eases off again, like edging my soul from my body is the only thing keeping his intact.
I’m caught between wanting to cry and stab him, a mess of breath and sound and heat trapped under my skin. I can’t scream at them, so I just relax my throat and let Jace take over, fucking my mouth with more focus than I can give him at the current moment.
“She sucks like she’s starving,” he observes hoarsely, and I hum my agreement.
“She is,” Silas murmurs from his front-row seat. “Aren’t you, Eris?”
I moan helplessly, and Jace curses under his breath, his shaft swelling against my tongue.
Kieran traces the edge of my clit before stopping again. “She’s so close.”
“Do you want to come, Eris?” Silas’s voice is a fire along my skin. “Kieran thinks you do.”
I nod as much as I can with Jace’s cock filling my mouth.
“You need my permission.”
I cut my eyes to the right, hoping he can see me glare at him.
“Say it,” he orders. “Ask me.”
