28. Wren #2
Diligently, I do as he says. He pulls my hoodie over my head, leaving me in a dark purple lacy bra.
Silas’s gaze drops to my breasts, his pupils dilating as his nostrils flare.
The look on his face fills me with this unexpected sense of power.
Of desire. No one has ever looked at me the way he is right now.
Like he could be set on fire and still wouldn’t look away.
Leaning my back against Lucian’s chest, I practically beg, “Touch me, Silas.”
Flicking his gaze to mine, he reaches out to cup my breasts over my bra. My peaked nipples press against the lacy fabric, and he rubs his thumb over them, eliciting a soft moan from me.
“So sexy,” Lucian purrs, his teeth scraping along my collarbone in a way that has my skin pebbling. He uses his teeth to drag my bra strap off my shoulder. I’m so hot; I feel as though my skin is on fire. I can’t get enough of them touching me. I need to feel them everywhere.
The elastic of my bra tightens around my ribs before giving way as Lucian releases the clasp. Cool air barely gets a chance to dance across my naked skin before Silas’s hands are on me, kneading the flesh and pulling on my nipples until I’m gasping and writhing between the two of them.
“Do you need more, baby?”
Unable to form a single word, I nod frantically.
My head has fallen against Lucian’s shoulder, my eyelids at half-mast as I watch Silas lavish at my skin with his hands and mouth.
He sucks a nipple between his lips as Lucian’s hands dip to the waistband of my jeans, and I feel him pop the button before lowering my zipper.
Flicking my gaze to Ronan, I find his eyes glued to where Lucian’s hand disappears beneath my panties. His body is no longer relaxed, and there is a tic to his jaw. You’d almost think he was angry, but I can see his urge to resist joining in.
Catching me looking, his voice an octave deeper than normal when he asks, “Do you want Lucian to make you come, Little Serpent?”
I nod.
“We need your words, baby girl.”
“Yes.” My throat is so dry that the word gets caught in my throat. I lick my lips. “Please.”
Lucian growls against my neck. His hand delves into my panties, cupping my pussy before his fingers part my folds to rub at my clit.
I gasp aloud, jerking in his hold. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched by anyone other than myself, but I swear it has never felt like this.
Not the way it felt with Lucian earlier, nor the way it feels with both him and Silas now.
I’ve never felt primed to come so quickly.
So easily. I already feel myself hurtling toward the edge.
Silas expertly fondles my breasts with his calloused hands, while Lucian plays with my clit before pressing two fingers inside me.
I arch into him, pushing my chest toward Silas and groaning at the stretch.
Pleasure dances along my nerves. I can’t stay still.
I grind down on his hand, my fingers digging into Silas’s scalp.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my hand,” Lucian encourages.
My eyes remain focused on Ronan as I do as Lucian says, getting myself off between him and Silas. My skin is on fire. I can’t get my lungs to take in enough air. My throat burns. Yet I’ve never felt such desire or need in my life.
“Please,” I beg, unsure what I’m really asking for.
Thumb swirling over my clit, Lucian curls his fingers against that magical spot inside me. With Silas plucking at my nipples and Ronan’s heated gaze on my skin, I feel myself tip over the edge.
At the last second, Lucian grasps my chin, turning my face to his and capturing my lips in a searing kiss. He swallows my moan of pleasure, coaxing every last bit of my orgasm from me until I’m slumped and breathless between them.
Eyes closed, I’m breathing heavily when gentle fingers feather over my cheek. Blinking them open, Silas presses his lips to mine in a final kiss while pushing a piece of paper into my hand. When he pulls away, I glance down at the note.
So beautiful.
Two words. That’s all it is, and yet my heart soars. A smile lifts the corner of my lips. Closing my hand around the note, I lean forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips in a silent thank you.
As I’m pulling my clothes on, Ronan declares that we are getting pizza. “No more green shit; you need real food.”
“You won’t hear me arguing,” I tell him.
We settle in while the food is on its way.
Ronan hauls me off the floor and into his lap.
Lucian flops down beside us, grabbing the remote and flicking through the various channels, while Silas remains on the floor.
Reaching up a hand, he wraps his fingers around my ankle, his thumb brushing back and forth over my skin.
Their presence fills the room. Casual touches.
Familiar teasing. Lucian tugs on my hair as he passes by to retrieve a drink from the kitchen.
Silas rests against my leg, his warmth bleeding through my jeans, while I can feel Ronan’s steady breathing at my back. It’s domestic chaos. And it’s perfect.
When the pizza arrives, we spread out on the floor with slices and sodas.
We talk about everything and nothing. School.
Games. Silas shows us a ridiculous meme on his phone that has Ronan nearly choking on his drink.
I laugh so hard I spill garlic sauce on my hoodie, and Lucian just wipes it away with his thumb like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
As I contemplate whether I can handle one final slice of pizza, Ronan blurts, “My mom’s dragging me to some fancy-ass fundraiser at the end of the month.”
He says it casually, but there’s a pause, long enough to make me glance up.
“I was wondering if you’d come with me.”
The chatter dies. He’s rubbing at the back of his neck, looking uncharacteristically unsure, but his eyes? They’re locked on mine. Clear. Intent. Unapologetically bold.
I blink. “Me?”
Lucian lets out a quiet snort. “Wow. Look at Captain Formal pulling the date card.”
But Ronan doesn’t break his gaze. Doesn’t flinch.
He doesn’t even smirk. Instead, he says, low and deliberate, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten how amazing you looked at that gala.
” The air between us tightens. “I’ve been dying to see you in another dress like that.
” His voice dips—molten, rich, full of implication.
“The fact that you’ll be on my arm this time is the icing on the cake. ”
“No fair,” Lucian grouses. “I want to see Little Moth all dressed up in a sexy ass dress!”
Me too, Silas writes.
With a roll of his eyes and a sigh of exasperation, Ronan relents. “Fine, I’ll get you two idiots tickets as well.”
Lucian whoops while Silas smirks.
“That is if the Little Serpent agrees to go?” Ronan stares at me intently. Something in my chest stutters. I forget how to breathe for a moment because the look in his eyes isn’t teasing…it’s hunger. Admiration. A promise of something far more than a simple date to a gala.
I swallow hard. “Okay,” I say, the word barely a whisper.
Ronan’s lips tip into a slow, crooked smile, but there’s something behind it. Something deeper.
“Good,” is all he says.