Chapter 21 #3
Declan’s laugh was a low, pleased sound. “Save any for me, or am I stealing?”
I turned, already reaching for him, and he met me halfway, heat under a grin he couldn’t hide.
Different mouth, different rhythm. Declan tasted like smoke and the promise of trouble, and when his palm cupped my jaw, I felt the bond hum like a live wire.
I kissed him deeper, and he answered with a soft, surprised sound that did terrible, wonderful things to my resolve.
I broke away, pulse sprinting. “Too much?”
Aidan shook his head once, eyes dark, and touched my lower lip with his thumb like he couldn’t quite believe it. “Not even close.”
Declan’s smile went crooked. “Careful, Moore. I’m going to start thinking you like us.”
“Don’t make me regret it,” I said, but there wasn’t much bite in it.
“We won’t,” he said.
I leaned back against the locker, and they bracketed me without pinning me, heat on both sides. Aidan’s fingers threaded through mine again. Declan’s knuckles skimmed the line of my throat, slow enough to back off, light enough to make me want more.
“You two always this patient?” I asked, breath not quite even.
“We can be,” Aidan said. “We won’t be polite forever.”
“Polite,” I echoed, and caught Declan’s collar to pull him in for a quick, greedy kiss that stole the word from my mouth.
He sighed against my lips, dazed and happy.
“Observation,” I said. “You’re very kissable.”
Declan tipped his forehead to mine. “You might be right.”
“So are you,” Aidan murmured, and pressed his mouth to my cheek, a steady counterpoint to Declan’s heat. The double-edged warmth sank deep, the bond thrumming in my core.
I dragged in a breath. “If I say stop—”
“We stop,” Aidan said immediately.
“If I say more—”
Declan’s grin flared, wicked and soft. “You don’t have to finish that sentence.”
I hooked two fingers in Aidan’s shirt again, pulled him close for another kiss that started soft and deepened when he answered like he’d been waiting hours.
When I turned for Declan, he was already there, and I tasted his laugh before I swallowed it, my hand fisting in the back of his hair because I liked the way he shivered.
Somewhere to our left, Jamie made a strangled noise that was half cough, half cackle. “I am definitely going to check the corridor.”
“Do that,” I said against Declan’s mouth, not letting him go.
Edward’s voice drifted over, maddeningly dry. “Door’s still covered.” Which, coming from him, sounded suspiciously like carry on.
I tugged both Aidan and Declan in again and didn’t bother playing cautious.
Aidan met me with that sure heat while Declan kissed like he’d been waiting years for permission and meant to make it count.
I let them take turns, then stopped letting them and set the rhythm myself, fingers curling in Aidan’s shirt as I dragged him down to deepen it, catching Declan’s lower lip with my teeth when he leaned in for another kiss.
The bond thrummed, heat sliding down my spine in a slow, treacherous spill.
Declan’s mouth found the edge of my jaw, then my throat and when I tipped my chin, he pressed a kiss there that stole my breath away. Aidan’s thumb drew lazy circles at my hip. I slipped a hand under each of their shirts and felt both of them shiver.
“Still good?” Aidan murmured, voice low enough that only I heard.
“Mm.” I tugged him closer by his belt loop to make the point, then pulled Declan back by the nape for another kiss that turned greedy fast. He laughed into my mouth, surprised, and the sound did terrible things to my insides.
I turned back and kissed Aidan hard, swallowed his quiet groan, then slid back to Declan and did the same, just to watch his eyes go dark and soft at once.
My fingers mapped them both—the healed bite on Declan’s forearm, the new strength in Aidan’s thigh—proof we were all still here, still fighting.
“Say stop,” I warned, breathless and wicked.
“Not a chance,” Declan said, wrecked and happy.
Aidan slid his palms down my ribs, pressed a slow kiss to the corner of my mouth. “You set the pace.”
“Stand up,” I demanded and both of them climbed up to their feet with a look of confusion painted all over their happy, handsome faces.
I smiled, then dropped to my knees in front of both of them. Their breath caught in tandem, and that alone sent a bolt of heat down my spine straight to my core, making my pussy clench hard.
“Okay,” Declan managed, watching me like I was the best surprise he’d ever gotten in his life. “You do that.”
Aidan reached down for me, cupping my jaw. ”Tell me how far you want to go.”
I looked up at him through my lashes, savoring the way he went still when I did. “As far as I want.”
Declan grinned, loose, pleased. “I like how she thinks.”
Aidan’s thumb traced my lower lip with something like slow affection, and when I nipped him lightly, he let out a low, surprised laugh.
“Careful, I just might have to punish you for that,” he warned, and my pussy fluttered at the thought.
I tried not to think about what that might mean, but it was difficult.
How would he punish me?
Would it hurt?
Would I like it?
I shook my head, trying to get the images of his fingers between my legs and his tongue lapping at my clit out of my mind, but it was not an easy feat.
I took a deep breath and continued.
My hands moved, steadying as I unbuckled Declan’s belt first, unzipping him with the kind of care that made him shiver, then I did the same for Aidan. His hand tightened briefly in my hair. Both of them were already rock hard, and it sent a heady rush through me that made my breath catch.
They were both monstrously big and my core fluttered with heated anticipation.
Would I like it if they fucked me?
Did I want that?
I took my time. I slid my palm slowly over Declan’s cock, savoring the velvet heat of it. His hips arched toward me, his breath leaving him in a rush. I did the same for Aidan, tracing his length, learning the shape of him, and the groan he bit back made my pulse sprint.
I stroked them in turns, fingertips skating over their sensitive heads, smearing their pre-cum up and down their turgid lengths. I savored the differences in the way Declan bucked, eager and shameless, and in the way Aidan rolled his hips like it was the best kind of torture.
My breath came faster, the bond thrumming. “You can pull my hair. I like it.”
“Is that right?” Aidan murmured, a hint of authority in his voice that made my toes curl. His hand tightened in my hair, just enough to send a bolt of need through me.
I leaned forward, dragging my tongue up the underside of his cock. He let out a hiss, his grip going tight, and the taste of him, salt and musk, flooded my senses.
“Fuck,” Declan groaned, watching me like he’d die if he had to blink and miss a second of this. “That is so hot.”
I smiled, slow and knowing, then turned, taking Declan into my mouth. He let out a low, helpless sound, his hips jerking forward.
Swirling my tongue over his head, I teased his slit, then sucked him deep, my hand stroking the base of his cock in time. Declan’s palm found my shoulder, a warm weight as he rocked with me, chasing his pleasure.
I pulled back with a soft pop, then gave Aidan the same slow, torturous treatment. I savored every thrust, the weight of him on my tongue, the way his cock pulsed as he fought not to drive in as deep as he wanted.
“God, that pretty little mouth is incredible,” Declan muttered, sounding utterly bewitched.
I broke away, flushed, my breath fast and shallow, then turned back to Declan and dragged my tongue over him again.
I stroked them both, licking from root to tip, taking them as deep into my throat as I could. They were almost in sync now, both of them rocking into my rhythm, fighting not to lose control.
I felt the moment it changed, the moment they started to chase their release in earnest. I took Aidan first, my mouth going soft, my throat opening, and when I moaned, the vibration did him in.
His hand fisted in my hair, his other going to the back of my head, and he drove in once, twice, then a third time when he pistoned his cock into my throat.
He came with a low, ragged groan, his cock pulsing as I swallowed every single drop of his release. I choked a little, but I pushed through and took everything he gave me simply because I wanted to and not because I had to.
The bond sang, heat coiling in my belly, and when I pulled away, Declan was waiting, his gaze feverish.
“My turn,” he said, voice rough. His hand tangled with Aidan’s in my hair, his fingers brushing the back of my neck.
I licked the taste of Aidan from my lips, then pulled Declan in deep. His hips snapped forward, a curse breaking from him, and I let him set the rhythm. He thrust hard, rough, and my pulse pounded in my ears as I let him drive into my mouth again and again.
When he came, it was with my name on his lips, and the sound went straight to my core. His cock jerked, his cum spilling down my throat, and when he finally stilled, he was panting, his hand going gentle in my hair.
I swallowed, catching my breath. I wiped the corner of my mouth, then grinned up at them, sated and hungry all at once.
Aidan’s eyes darkened, his expression turning wolfish. “I think it’s our turn.”
Declan grinned. “You heard the man.”
He lifted me up and set me on my feet, then turned me to face Aidan, who was already pulling me in for a rough, claiming kiss that sparkled through my nerves.
Declan’s hands slid under my shirt, peeling it off me, then made short work of my bra.
My boots went next, then my pants, then my underwear, until I was standing between them, naked and, for some reason, a little bit blushy.
The last of my walls had come down, and as I let them see me, really see me, I realized I was okay with that.
More than okay. I wanted them to see me, all of me. Every last inch.