Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
THE HEATHEN
Killian rises from his spot on the couch, and I wrap my hands around the back of his neck with a giggle when I feel like I might fall to the floor.
He winks at me and says, “I’ve got you, Killer.”
One simple wink and the butterflies flutter for a man that I should probably hate.
But I can’t because I think I finally understand him.
I know firsthand what it’s like to get so lost and obsessed with protecting someone that you lose sight of yourself and find yourself doing things you never thought you would.
I think we all know now that Carter never needed protection from me, of all people, but I understand the motivation at least.
“Where are we going?”
Killian holds his hands under my ass, and I have my legs wrapped around his waist. I look over his shoulder and see Knox drag his hand down his face.
“The second living room. We should’ve given you a tour.”
Second living room?
I know it’s a mansion and of course that means the basement would be large as well, but two living rooms?
Knox moves ahead of us and opens a set of double doors, and we walk through the entrance. Killian sets me down, and I take in the room with my mouth open in shock.
“Holy shit. How much money do you have?”
“Enough,” Carter says, with a smirk playing on his lips.
I glance around, taking everything in, and am honestly shocked at this massive room.
To the immediate left is a bar with high-back chairs.
There are three lantern lights overhead along with two soft lights on the far wall, illuminating the room with a soft glow.
There are two chairs directly across from a circular sofa.
Killian walks over to it and pulls out an additional piece that turns it into a bed, still circular.
There’s a fireplace with a TV mounted above it, directly across from the sofa.
It’s so hot in Arizona, I doubt that fireplace has ever been used.
Carter moves closer to me, so I place my hands behind my back.
He strokes his fingers down my cheeks before slowly dragging them down the side of my neck.
“Beautiful. Perfect. Girl.”
I whimper softly as his praise fills me, soothing the damaged part of my soul.
Lowering his head to mine, he kisses me slowly as if he wants to cherish the moment.
His lips are soft and sensual. When he slides his tongue into my mouth, I’m lost in his kiss as I feel two other tongues on either side of my neck.
Carter's kiss becomes more urgent while he undoes the buttons on my blouse.
He pushes it over my shoulders, and someone behind me pulls until it falls over my hands to the floor.
My bra is unfastened and removed as I hear Knox’s voice in my ear.
“What’s your safe word, Tesoro?”
Carter breaks our kiss and I answer Knox.
“Donut.”
Looking back over my shoulder, I spot Killian dropping to his knees behind me.
He hooks his thumbs into the sides of my skirt and lowers it and my panties to the floor.
“Gorgeous little slut.” He groans against my ass.
His version of praise comes with a little degradation, and I’m not sure why, but I like it. A lot. I’m glad that part of him hasn’t changed. I moan his name softly as he drags his tongue over my flesh.
“Killian.”
“I know. You like being my perfect little slut. Don’t you, baby?”
Carter steps back and grabs the collar of his shirt and takes it off as I stand gawking like an idiot. All three men have sculpted bodies and chests that appear almost god-like.
He removes his pants and boxers. I can’t help but allow my eyes to drop to his firm length. I make a move to get on my knees, but he scolds me gently.
“No, Little Heathen. Go lie down. Tonight is about you, not us.”
I walk over to the weird circular sofa and lie down. I hear them murmuring. Both Knox and Killian are concerned about Carter, but he tries to reassure them.
“I’ll be fine.” Carter nearly yells, causing me to stiffen as he walks over to me. Standing in front of me, his gaze is apologetic for raising his voice.
“I’m fine. I understand.”
His lips pull up into a soft smile.
“You always do, Little Heathen.”
I tuck my hands underneath my lower back, and he shakes his head.
“You don’t need to do that. I trust you. Without my consent, I know you’d never touch me—maybe not even then.”
He’s right. Last time, even though he told me to touch him, it hurt him. I’ll never forget the sound of his voice.
Church!
He sounded tortured, and I will never do that to him again. With or without consent.
A moan slips out of me as he strokes his cock slowly—teasingly. He knows exactly what he does to me. They all do.
“Such a dirty fucking girl.”
Knox and Killian come up beside me on the bed and sit close to me.
“She’s fucking filthy. Aren’t you, baby?”
Knox drags his knuckles down the side of my face, his voice coming out deep, laced with possession that makes my toes curl.
“Only for us, Tesoro.”
I turn to him with sincerity and say, “Only for you—only ever for the three of you.”
He trails his fingers to my jaw and cradles my face, his eyes filled with heat and something more than lust.
“Perfect girl. Every king needs a queen and you are ours. All of ours.”
He holds my cheeks in a tight but gentle grip as he lowers his face to mine.
“Beautiful, Tesoro.”
When he kisses me, sparks ignite as I swirl my tongue around his, and Killian presses soft kisses to my neck while Carter does the same on the inside of my thighs.
Three mouths glide over my skin, warm breaths wash over me with the occasional nips of gentle teeth. Knox and Killian continue their descent to my breasts, alternating between licking and sucking my nipples. Carter swipes his tongue over my clit, and the small sparks become an inferno.
“Do you still want this, Tesoro?”
I cry out, sounding far more desperate than I intend to.
“Yes! Don’t stop.”
Killian and Knox both grab one of my arms and lick the inside, lathering me with soft kisses just like they did in my dream.
Carter pushes his tongue inside me, and I dig my nails into Killian's chest as Knox kisses my neck while pinching my nipple so hard I yelp.
Digging his fingers into my thighs, he swirls his tongue in circles before fucking me with it, alternating between slow movements and fast ones.
When he realizes I’m close to an orgasm, he moves to my clit and sucks hard as I claw Knox’s arm.
All three men watch me as if I’m fascinating as my back arches off the bed and I scream out his name.
“Carter!”