Chapter Twenty-Four

Brigid

Callen scoops me up in his arms and carries me into what I presume is his bedroom. I take in the sight of the enormous king-sized bed, draped in luxuriously soft sheets and pillows piled high.

He lays me down as gently as if I were made of glass, and I feel like a princess being placed on her throne. A very naked princess, a completely wanton princess, that is. My heart is racing with anticipation, my body still humming from my intense orgasm.

Rory follows us into the room. “ God, you ’ re gorgeous,” he murmurs. He leans over me and his fingers trace over my cheek.

Tiernan stands at the foot of the bed. “ You know what would make this even better?”

“ What?” I ask breathlessly.

“ A blindfold,” he says, reaching for the black silk tie Callen hands him.

I hesitate for a moment. The thought of being completely at their mercy is both exhilarating and terrifying. But before I can fully consider it, Rory ’ s voice cuts through my thoughts.

“ We won ’ t do anything without your consent,” he says firmly. “ We ’ ll respect your boundaries.”

My heart clenches at his words—they truly care about my pleasure and comfort. I nod. Tiernan ties the blindfold around my head, plunging me into darkness.

I feel vulnerable but also incredibly turned on by not knowing what they will do next.

Soft lips brush against mine and I realize it ’ s Rory ’ s mouth as I feel his hair brush over my face. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine in a sensual dance.

At the same time, a hot mouth trails down my neck to my chest. Kisses are pressed along every inch of exposed skin until whoever it is reaches a hardened nipple. He takes it into his mouth and sucks gently before releasing it with a wet pop.

I moan at the sensation and instinctively arch up towards him. Hands take advantage of my movement and I feel fingers slide between my legs.

I gasp as those skilled fingers glide through my tender folds, teasing but not quite giving me what I need. My hips rock, seeking more friction.

“ So eager,” Callen purrs. His voice comes from between my legs, and I realize it must be his fingers working me into a frenzy. “ Tell us what you want, darling.”

I whimper, torn between embarrassment and desperate need. “ I... I want...”

“ Be a good girl and use your words,” Tiernan growls. His voice is closer now. “ Tell us exactly what you need.”

The darkness heightens every sensation. I ’ m hyperaware of their hands on my body, the heat of their skin so close to mine. My inhibitions fall away and the words spill out.

“ I want you inside me,” I pant. “ All of you. Please, I need to be filled.”

A chorus of groans meets my admission. The bed shifts as they move around me.

“ Fuck, you ’ re perfect, love,” Rory murmurs. His lips brush mine in a tender kiss before trailing down my neck.

Hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide. I feel the blunt head of a cock pressing against my entrance, and I moan in anticipation, my hips lifting instinctively.

“ Easy, love,” Callen murmurs. He eases into me slowly, stretching me deliciously. I gasp at the fullness, my inner walls clenching around him.

“ Fuck, you ’ re so tight,” he groans. “ So perfect.” He starts to move, his thrusts deep and measured.

Rory ’ s mouth finds my breast again, sucking and nibbling as Callen fucks me. The dual sensations have me writhing on the bed, desperately seeking more.

“ Please,” I whimper. “ More.”

The bed dips as someone moves near my head.

“ Open your mouth,” I hear Tiernan ’ s voice command me, evoking memories of our time together in the grove.

I part my lips eagerly, taking him into my mouth. He groans as I swirl my tongue around the head.

“ That ’ s it,” he growls. “ Take my cock like a good girl.”

I part my lips obediently, and he slides his cock into my mouth. The taste of his precum explodes on my tongue. I moan around him, sucking hungrily.

On my other side, Rory guides my hand to his shaft. I wrap my fingers around him, and he places his hand over mine, showing me how to stroke him. “ You ’ re doing so well,” Rory murmurs. “ Taking us so beautifully.”

I moan at his praise, clenching around Callen ’ s thick length. Callen ’ s thrusts speed up, hitting that perfect spot inside me.

I ’ m overwhelmed with sensation - Callen ’ s thick cock pounding into me, Tiernan ’ s length sliding between my lips, Rory ’ s shaft throbbing in my hand. The blindfold heightens every touch, every sound. I ’ m drowning in pleasure, consumed by their passion.

Callen thrusts more forcefully, his hands gripping my hips. “ Brigid, you feel amazing,” he groans. “ So wet and tight for us.”

I moan around Tiernan ’ s cock, my hips rocking to meet Callen ’ s thrusts. The rope of pleasure in my core winds tighter and tighter.

“ That ’ s it,” Rory encourages, his voice rough with arousal. “ Let go for us, love. We want to feel you come.”

His words push me over the edge. I cry out around Tiernan ’ s length, my body shaking as I clench rhythmically around Callen, coming hard.

“ Fuck!” Callen shouts, his hips stuttering as he follows me over the edge. The feeling of him pulsing inside me prolongs my own climax.

Tiernan groans, thrusting deeper into my mouth. “ That ’ s it, take it all,” he orders. His cock swells on my tongue before he comes with a deep groan, spilling down my throat. I swallow eagerly, savoring his taste.

Rory ’ s hand speeds up over mine, his breathing ragged. “ Brigid, fuck,” he pants. Warm wetness splashes across my breasts as he finds his release.

For a moment, the room is filled with nothing but our heavy breathing. Then gentle hands remove my blindfold. I blink, adjusting to the light. Three pairs of eyes gaze down at me with a mix of lust and tenderness that makes my heart clench.

Callen pulls out slowly, and I make a noise in my throat at the loss. He presses a soft kiss on my inner thigh, next to where Rory marked me, before moving up to lie beside me. Rory and Tiernan settle on my other side.

“ That was...” I trail off.

“ Fucking amazing,” Rory finishes, nuzzling my neck.

“ Incredible,” Tiernan agrees, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip.

Callen props himself up on one elbow, his blue eyes intense as he studies my face. “ Are you alright, darling? We didn ’ t hurt you, did we?”

I shake my head, touched by his concern. Not an emotion one often sees from Callen. “ No, I ’ m perfect. That was... god, I ’ ve never felt anything like that before.”

Those full, perfect lips smile dangerously. “ Good. Because we ’ re far from done with you.”

A shiver of anticipation runs through me at his words. I should feel satiated, but instead I find myself craving them again, wanting more.

Tomorrow I face the Harrowing, but right now I never want this night to end.

Rory ’ s hand slides up my ribcage to cup my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple. “ What do you say, love? Ready for round two?”

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