Kieran is patient.
Cruel, really.
The kind of cruel that leaves you panting, squirming, begging without ever saying the word. He’s between my thighs, tongue and fingers working in tandem with sinful precision, and I’m clinging to the sheets like they’ll keep anchoring me to this reality.
But it still isn’t enough.
I roll my hips, trying to chase something deeper than what he’s giving me. He holds me down with one arm, the other coaxing me open, unraveling me one ragged breath at a time.
“Kieran,” I gasp. “Please?—”
He groans in answer, the vibration shooting straight through me, and I shatter. It’s full-body, back-arching, breath-stealing obliteration that makes my vision pulse white behind my eyelids as every nerve lights up.
When I open my eyes, Jace is already shirtless, lounging on the bed as if he’s been waiting for me to return to him and the land of the living. His pupils are blown wide, and his lips curve devilishly.
“Hi,” he whispers, like I’ve just walked into the room instead of coming all over his best friend’s face.
“Hi,” I breathe, dazed.
Silas stands at the end of the bed, still partially dressed and fully watching me.
Like he did in the bar.
And the hallway.
As if every inch of me was made for his viewing pleasure, even if he hasn’t touched me yet tonight.
Kieran kisses the inside of my thigh one last time, and graciously moves before he kills me. His hands grip my waist as Jace reaches for me, and between the two of them, I’m lifted and turned with ease. My body hasn’t stopped trembling from release and the promise of more, but they don’t mind, or care, as they share plans with a single look.
Jace pulls me into his lap, guiding me astride him while he settles his hands low on my hips.
Behind me, Kieran’s fingers trail up the back of my thigh, slick with something I hope is lube… Or I might actually stab him.
Silas steps to the edge of the bed, cupping my jaw in one large, warm hand as he tilts my face toward him.
“You’re not going to forget this,” he murmurs.
“I’m not sure I’ll survive it,” I reply back, grinning at him.
“Don’t be a smart ass.”
“Don’t be naïve.”
He pinches my nipple as punishment for my sass as his mouth meets mine in a searing kiss.
Jace shifts beneath me, rubbing the thick press of his cock against my sensitive clit before I sink down his shaft. Kieran eases two fingers into my ass, teasing me as much as he preps me.
The three of them move in sync… like they’ve choreographed it.
It’s not spontaneous at all.
This is planned.
Not that I’m complaining… But these crafty motherfuckers.
Silas pulls away, breaths shallow and eyes dark. I whimper, though my attention immediately deviates as Kieran presses into me from behind.
And my world breaks apart again.
