Chapter 31
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
Xavier
M ore.
Never in my fucking life have I heard that when taking Tamara in heat—or anyone, any time. And never have I been so alive.
More.
It reverberates in us, and Killian rips off his clothes, the feral animal he keeps locked just below the surface unleashed. And mine is slamming into my own fragile barrier of civility. Clawing through.
He touches her, hands on her, stroking and claiming, twisting her nipples to make her cry out in need.
Killian?
He either doesn’t pay me attention or hear me. And judging by the savageness with tender edges that tears through me, now I’m ripped open, I know he’s just fucking gone.
Iris has that ability.
The reason I kept things at bay was that urge to tear down all walls and just be with her, rut, take, taste, please. And now?
Everything is gone.
It doesn’t matter how big or strong I am. In this moment, I know she can take it.
My hands shake as I remove the remnants of her clothes, the material tearing as I do so.
She gasps and reaches, and I tumble into her, taking her from Killian.
Her mouth’s calling me, and I can’t resist a taste, her tongue, that soft wetness, and kiss her, exploring in an urgent kiss, one she pushes into, even more urgently. Her whimper of need is mine.
I rip my mouth away, then I start to take off the remainder of my garments because I need skin on skin.
I need to be in her.
Fucking deep.
Killian has her now and he takes his time kissing her.
Good. I go down, spread her legs and start to lick and suck at her cunt and clit.
Iris is perfection, her perfect pussy now no longer virginal is still tight, the petals wet with his seed and her need, and I don’t care because I want that. She’s so fucking gorgeous and that pussy is soft and wet and dark pink, and I want to defile her more.
I pull back to watch him, my fingers teasing her clit, taking in Killian’s destruction of her senses.
He’s not being gentle. His kiss is one designed to rile and to get more from her.
I know what he’d like to do. Discipline, light spanking, he feels the brat in her, the way I do, and for me that side, the sexual meaning, turns me on, but not like it does him.
He loves it when a woman plays the game of brat, but a natural?
It’s exhilarating to him, because then he has real reason to hand out discipline, spankings, verbal control, commands.
Iris can’t help being mouthy, can’t help riling. It’s innate, that. And when he flares up in response, it also gets her going.
And I’m here for it. I love a brat, too. I fucking love to watch. The play, the tiny twists of the kink. I love to watch, beat off, get off on the girl loving it all.
But Iris is more than a kink. She really is layered and cupcake suits her. A whole slew of flavors and colors.
She’s pure brat, like I said, it’s in her bones and DNA, and there’s a reason I used the word when I first mentioned her to Kil. Knew how it’d hook into him.
Thing with her is she likes to push, to test, but she loves being sheltered, treated like a fragile thing she isn’t…no, precious, priceless, that’s how she enjoys being handled and I don’t think she even knows it.
I move out of the way for Killian who dives into her cunt, driving his tongue deep into her and then sucking hard on her clit.
My cock twitches, and I pinch down, rather than stroke. I’ve blown one load, and I don’t want to blow this one before I’m ready.
He softens down a little, eliciting a low moan from her. Yeah, she also likes to give up control and she likes the soft moments, the erotic ones. And soon I’ll give her what she needs.
But not everything, not yet. I need a share of her, my claim. And I slide down, licking along her thigh, kissing, sucking, knowing once I sink my teeth into her, I’ll lose my mind. Or what’s left of it. Because I think I’m held together by sheer shreds of will that cling tenuously.
Killian’s already gone. I’m not far behind. I savor the memory of her mouth, being so fucking deep her gags fucking massaged my dick’s tip. And her soft throat squeezed.
I wanted deeper. And yet… To fuck her mouth on my cock, taking it as far as she could was a beautiful thing, and it was all I could do to hold back and not rut deep down her throat, to not knot in her there.
She’s built for it. But not her first heat. Not now.
Her skin’s warm and satin and tastes so fucking sweet, it’s like having spring on my tongue and temptation everywhere.
The last of my control snaps.
A frisson of hot need strikes me and I bite her, right as Killian sinks his teeth into her other thigh, the guttural growl flowing over me, unearthing my own. Iris cries out, her orgasm ripping through me and him.
We’re one and her thoughts are pure and dirty and wild, she wants it all. Everything. She doesn’t even know what everything is but that’s what she wants—every experience this, us over and over again.
It’s a fucking jolt of pure adrenaline and it shreds me down to bone and beast.
And I don’t think the brat fucking cares.
She lets out her own growl, a sound so sensual I could come from it and Killian swears, biting her again, this time on her hip.
Iris hisses air and I take her by those hips, pushing him out of the way and with a grunt I turn her and kiss her so fucking hard it makes my own head spin.
Yes, yes, yes. Her thought ricochets through me, brighter and clearer than anyone else’s.
Not thought exactly. Thought would mean I can read minds. I can’t, but I catch glimpses of things said when someone signs to me, like their voice, but now I hear it. Loud. Her voice rolling through me.
I’m taking your ass, Iris, since you want it all .
Yesss…
This isn’t going to last, it’s a sex thing, but I wonder if she’ll be able to sense me now the way Emmie and Killian do. I break the kiss and turn her to him so her ass is facing me.
I’m not thinking about either of them right now. Iris won’t let me. She’s crowding my mind, my senses, until I’m soaked with her, until I’m almost bursting.
And I’m so hard it hurts.
I spread her open and plunge into her cunt, wanting to feel her tightness, trying to hold on to some thread of sanity. But I can’t because she’s the perfect creature, hot and tight and she sucks at my cock. I pull out and slam back in. Once. Twice. And then I’m fucking out.
Any longer and I’ll fucking knot and I want to give her everything. Assuage her every itch and fantasy, even if she never knew she had it.
My cock is aching, harder than it’s ever been, and the soft round globes of her ass call. They’re not big but they’re fucking delicious and as I smooth her juice over my cock’s tip, I ease her ass cheeks apart, that little starfish so insanely inviting I moan.
She gags. Killian’s eyes are locked on her, and he’s slammed his cock into her mouth. She sucks, bobs her head. A girl gone mad in heat and lust and need.
I push my fingers into her dripping hole and pull out, wetness painting over her ass, and then I slowly, slowly push in. Easing past that tight ring. She twitches and Killian holds her head, holds her steady as I move slow.
Inch by inch, letting her get used to it until I’m finally in. All the way.
My balls slap her cunt. The sound is delicious, and I groan as I grip her hips and start to move.
I go steady, slow at first, but as she resumes working his cock, I start to push into her harder, that tight tunnel stretching for me, letting me hit all the way, and as I pull out, I go almost to the tip and then slam back in.
Over and over. Harder and harder. A wild fucking ride.
She’s mine, and I’m branding her all over again. Mine. Killian’s. Ours.
The combinations are endless, and her ass is fever hot, a place I want to bury myself in always. I pull out to look, a perfect inviting cock-shaped place for me. Now I just slam into her and her cry around his cock spikes my blood, and I’m losing it.
And so is Iris.
She pulls her mouth off him and starts to cry out, even as those deep, squeezing contractions start. In normal circumstances I could hold off, but this time, I can’t.
She’s hooked into my libido, and I’m a slave to her pleasure. A slave to mine. But this isn’t just pleasure. It’s a claiming. A branding. And I start to rut her.
Everything starts and ends with the connection. Of being lost in her, the way we melt together and pull apart, every time it makes it better, and makes me crazier.
She pushes back against me, a wild thing, begging without words for more. As the rut consumes I swell, knot, and the base of my spine is hit with sensations bright and white and full of delight, of hungry pleasure and I rut her harder and harder as she mewls and moans and begs.
I throw back my head, a silent howl to the skies as I come, hard.