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Seamus smirked, taking his cue, and with another deft flick of his fingertips, I came undone. Throwing my head back, I pulled him closer, calling out his name in an exhilarated shout. Seamus swore under his breath as my body rocked harder against his.
“Fuck, wildcat,” he hissed like he was in pain. “I want nothing more than to be inside you right now.”
Everything felt hazy after my orgasm, but I was alert the instant Kiernan’s heat disappeared from behind me, my skin still warm and tingling where his had been. I blinked lazily, bringing everything into focus, and my gaze met Seamus’s. His eyes were alive and wild as he sat on his knees before me, and I smirked as I lowered myself back on the bed, pulling him along with me, closing the distance between our bodies.
I twisted my head to look at Kiernan. He was watching us with the same rapt fascination he always did when we were together. If I was ever worried that he’d be jealous of me fucking his brother, I’d just remember the look of hunger that hung on his lips.
“Taste her, Seamus,” he urged, and I let out a shiver at the low, intense growl.
Seamus sucked the fingers he had stroked me with, and I felt another rush of heat barrel through my body at his groan of pleasure. I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling the smooth contours of muscles that rippled with strength before pausing with a hand on his ass.
“Fuck me, Seamus,” I whispered, yanking his hips to mine.
Seamus didn’t waste any time pulling my legs apart and taking himself in hand. My fingers glided over his as I guided him to my entrance. Then he thrust himself inside me. Something between a moan and a sigh escaped my lips as I reveled in the sudden fullness of having him inside me. I rocked my pelvis against his, the friction our bodies created driving me higher and higher.
It wasn’t the fast fuck I was used to. His rhythm was slow and deliberate, nearly pulling himself out before burying himself to the hilt again.
My hands gripped at his back again, my nails digging into the rippling muscles beneath them as he set a pace that was both delicious and agonizing. With every stroke, my body tingled and my blood sang, my breath catching in my lungs as ecstasy began to climb again, higher and higher with every movement. I could feel the heat of his skin, smell the whiskey on his breath. Reaching up, I grasped a handful of his tousled hair as I leaned into his rhythm, eager for all he had to give me.
Seamus kept his emerald eyes on me, studying every nuance and expression, reading my responses carefully. I could tell he wanted to push forward with reckless abandon like he normally would, but this wasn’t about just fucking. This was about forgiveness, and he was showing me how much I meant to him with every controlled movement. He kept his strokes long and slow, letting satisfaction build to its climax. I bucked against him, thrusting upward in my impatience to finish, but he wasn’t going to give me that satisfaction.
This might have been about the two of them groveling, but there was one thing that would never change, especially in the bedroom.
Their need for control.
“Calm down, wildcat.” His gaze held mine as he slowed his thrusts even more. He glided his hand up my body, exploring every inch of skin along the way. “We have all fucking night.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as he kept me on the edge, dangling at his whim. “Should have known you wouldn’t be able to let go of control.”
A smile tugged at his lips as he leaned down to trail a path of kisses from my shoulder along my neck. “It’ll be well worth the trouble,a stóre,” he promised, and I let out a groan of frustration.
Seamus clutched at my thigh, guiding my leg around his waist while grabbing my ass and shifting my body beneath his to change the angle. My arms wound tighter around his shoulders as I cried out at the jolt inside me, deeper than ever and enough to drive me crazy, but not enough to grant me release.
Somewhere in the dense recesses of my mind, outside the melding flesh that was Seamus and me, I heard Kiernan groan and curse. I turned to look at him. He was shaking, his entire body thrumming desperately, his eyes darkened with lust, boring into mine even as Seamus continued to fuck me into insanity.
The thought pushed me even further, and I leaned up to Seamus, kissing the base of his neck to the stubble along his jaw, unable to keep from rocking my hips against his in my race toward euphoria. My fingers curled reflexively, my nails digging even deeper into his skin.
Seamus’s current pattern of fucking was borderline sadistic, driving me crazy with sheer desire, and yet I was ready to beg for more. Kiernan’s fervent stare watched me as if I was the most beautiful creature alive and he would go crazy if he looked away. My mind was beginning to fracture, and my heart skipped erratically; it felt like that millisecond at the top of the roller coaster right before the rush of the drop.
“God, Seamus,” I moaned urgently. “Seamus, please. I’m so fucking close.”
“Aye,” he agreed breathlessly. I doubted he could take much more himself. He leaned forward onto his arms, hands splayed on the mattress at either side of my head, and changed his thrust from long and slow to hard and fast. My body tightened around him almost instantly. The muscles of my pussy clamping down on his cock caused him to give in at last, losing control as both of our pleasures came in a rush of electricity.
Blood pounded in my ears as I moaned and cried his name over and over in a fevered litany. Everything stilled. Seamus touched my face with one quivering hand as he gazed down at me, eyes shining with unrestrained passion.
My body relaxed as he slowly pulled out of me, lowering himself to the bed beside me. Kiernan flashed me a devious grin as he shifted forward. A pleasant, effervescent feeling bubbled in my veins, tingling through my body like the calm after a storm. A blank peace had fallen over me, a hazy dream shutting out the ugly reality that had been surrounding me. I couldn’t tell whether I was floating on air or sinking into oblivion. I reached out a languid hand and brushed my fingertips along Seamus’s arm, trailing down to his hand and across his knuckles.
I’d fallen for them in that first week leading up to the gala. Probably dick drunk, but fuck, I’d be dick drunk for the rest of my life if it meant days and nights like this.
The dream haze was cast aside with a stirring movement to my other side, and I recalled Kiernan, eyes dark and hungry as he watched and waited for me. The wildfire sparked to life again the moment he touched me, pulling me close.
“C’mere,mo fraochÚn beag,” he murmured heatedly. “I know you’ve got something left for me—”
I let out a breathy sigh of affirmation. “Kier…” He bowed his head to mine for another deep kiss, then he took hold of my hips and guided me onto my side, fitting his body around mine.
He rocked forward when I wiggled my hips against him, his rock-hard cock grinding against my ass, my skin warm and soft where it met his. He drew my hair back over my shoulder. His lips brushed at my throat, his tongue lapping at the sensitive skin behind my ear. I shivered and whimpered as he slipped his hand between my thighs and moved my legs to make room for himself, and holy god, even the slightest graze of his fingers lit me on fire. I was wound up tighter than a spinning top.
One hand clasped firmly at my hip as he aligned our bodies and thrust deep.
