“You fell asleep outside.We brought you to your room.”
She frowned.
“The door was locked.”
“No, it wasn’t.We didn’t enter through the keyhole, little one.”Slightly amused, Declan smiled.Now probably wasn’t the best time in the world to brag about Ciaran’s abilities with locks.
“What time is it?”
“Late.Go back to sleep, angel.”
She snuggled back, but her eyes were wide open.She even seemed to be trembling.
“Are you cold, little one?”
“I was ...dreaming...”
“Oh?About what?Two dazzlingly handsome young lads?”
“No ...wolves.”She shuddered.Exchanging a quick look with Ciaran, Declan said, “Do you like wolves, little one?”
“I’m afraid,” she admitted in a small voice.“When night comes, I’m always afraid.”
“We’ll stay with you.No mutt will enter this room with your handsomely dashing lovers here.”
“Gee, self-esteem is everything,” she joked.Relieved that she seemed more relaxed, Declan allowed a small smile to spread.
“I’m realistic.Do you want us to help you sleep?”
“Uh...yes...?”
With a satisfied smile, Declan turned her around so her back was to him, taking care to wrap her in the duvet.He faced Ciaran, who gazed at her with burning eyes.His hands moved to her shoulders, massaging them.She was wide eyed, but when he took his fingers to her neck and started massaging the knots, she moaned.
Because she tilted her head back, her torso jutted out slightly.The duvet slipped, and Ciaran saw a nipple peek through the thin fabric of her blouse.He immediately took possession of it, licking and biting slightly, while Declan kept her entranced with his fingers.When she leaned in even further and rested her head on Declan's shoulder, he stopped massaging her to take possession of her mouth.
Her senses were assaulted everywhere, their tongues working in tandem to provide her pleasure.The duvet slipped off, and Ciaran reached down to slide his hands along the shirt.Freya was slow to realize she was shirtless and froze instantly.
“No...please...”
“Let us, little one.Let us love you.”
“No...You don’t understand...”
Declan took possession of her mouth again and Ciaran resumed the caressing of her breasts.She was trying to cover herself up and Declan leaned forward in bed so that she was practically lying on his chest.
“So good, taking my brother so well,” he praised approvingly, his voice a soft whisper.“Open, little one.Let Ciaran taste you.”
“Wh-what?”
“Close your eyes and enjoy.”
“No...you don’t understand, if I close them ...they’ll come back.The ghosts, the ...they’ll come back.I’ll never be free.”
“You are free, and you have a choice,” said Declan, fiercely.
“You’ll always have a choice with us.”
“Say the word and we’ll stop.Say the word, and we’re out of here.Say the word, and we’ll continue.The choice is yours, little one.”
