36. Wren
WREN
I wait as long as it takes for the limo to pull away from the curb, then I pounce. Adrenaline courses through me as I launch myself at Silas, sitting opposite me in the limousine. I’m riding a high from finally standing up to my parents. From finally accepting that I truly am no longer alone.
Ronan stood up to his mother, and all three of them had my back when it came to my parents. They defended me without stealing my power, and it only makes me fall that little bit further in love with each of them. And seeing the pride on their faces…reading Silas’s note.
I can’t hold myself back.
Thank God for Silas’s fast reflexes because he catches me, his hands sliding to my hips as I straddle his waist. The second he touches me, something inside me loosens. All night, I’ve been holding myself together. Holding my ground. Holding my breath.
Now, I don’t have to.
My lips collide with his in a clashing of teeth and pent-up emotion that has no other outlet. He must feel it too, because he kisses me back just as hungrily, the two of us tumbling headfirst into this inescapable desperation.
“Goddamn,” someone growls behind me. “Hot as sin.”
Heat ratchets up in the limo in time to my building need. I feel half wild as I attack Silas’s suit. I don’t have the patience to deal with his buttons as I claw at his shirt before giving up and moving to his pants.
“Need you,” I pant between kisses, ensuring I peel my eyes open so he can see that I mean it.
He’s already watching me, pupils blown and cheeks flushed.
Reading the truth in my eyes, he doesn’t waste a second.
Lifting his hips, he shoves his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock.
Then he shoves his hand between my thighs and pulls my panties to the side.
His fingers sweep across my sex, making me moan.
I’m so wet it would be embarrassing if I weren’t so turned on.
Pushing his suit jacket over his shoulders, I return to trying to remove his buttons.
The damn blasted things are stiff beneath my impatient fingers, and I end up sending them flying across the limo as I wrestle his shirt open.
Sighing softly, I run my hands over the heat of his skin.
Silas has always felt like this to me. Steady.
Safe. Like the eye of a storm. When the rest of the world gets loud, somehow he makes everything quiet again.
His muscles flex, and I lose myself in the sheer power of his body as I drink in every delectable inch of him.
Parting my pussy lips, Silas presses first one, then a second finger inside of me. My head falls back as I groan, my fingers digging into his skin for purchase. My eyelids fall to half-mast as I rock my hips along his fingers.
“Jesus, I’m going to come in my pants.”
I laugh softly at Lucian’s remark, the sound ending in a cry of pleasure when Silas rubs at my clit, making my hips buck.
Heavy breaths and soft curses are the backdrop to my desire as Silas works me over with his fingers until my thighs quiver and my nails have left crescent moon marks in his shoulders.
I’m on the cusp of coming, but I want to come around his cock. Reaching between us, I fist him in my hand. He’s wide and warm as I smear his precum. Pressing my knees into the leather, I hold Silas’s gaze as I guide him to my entrance.
His lips are parted, his breath labored as he stares right back at me. There’s so much emotion in his eyes. Affection. Pride. Hunger. Unable to help myself, I lean forward and steal his lips in a kiss as I sink down on him.
I gasp into his mouth. He slides a hand into my hair, holding me to him.
Forehead pressed to his, I groan as I stretch to accommodate him. “Oh God,” I gasp, eyes falling closed.
A shiver wracks his body, and I peel my eyes open.
Holding his gaze, I begin to move, slowly at first. I can’t look away as he rocks his hips in time to mine, the two of us getting lost in the heady sensation of our pleasure.
As that need builds toward a crescendo, he tugs me closer. My chest is pressed to his, his cheek against mine. His breath is loud in my ear, and somewhere between my soft moans, the faint noises of Ronan and Lucian behind us, and Silas’s breathing, I swear I hear him rasp, “Beautiful.”
That one word is what sends me over the edge.
It’s not what he said; it’s the fact he spoke at all.
This man, who never speaks to anyone, just spoke to me.
He trusted me enough to show that vulnerability.
That is what undoes me.
My hands clasp either side of his face, and I press my forehead to his. My eyes are locked on his as I come. He groans his release, and I barely give him a chance to recover his breath before I press my lips to his. My tongue slides into his mouth, and I kiss him until my lungs burn.
“Thank you,” I whisper breathlessly against his lips before Lucian invades our bubble.
He drops onto the seat beside Silas, all dark desire and mischievous smirk as he snatches me from Silas’s lap.
“Lucian!” I cry. “I’m going to make a mess of you.”
“Baby, that is exactly what I want you to do.” He presses my hand against the hardness in his pants. “That little display has me so fucking hard.”
I give him a fake pout. “Poor baby.” Rubbing my palm over his length, I give him a coy look. “Need me to fix it for you?”
He grins lasciviously. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Wriggling out of his lap, I drop to my knees between his spread thighs. He groans as he blinks down at me, his thumb stroking my cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture. “So fucking perfect.”
Smirking, I pull his cock from his pants.
Leaning forward, I run my tongue over the tip before sucking on it, gently at first. He hisses, his thighs going tense beneath my hands.
“Ah fuck, I should have come while you were fucking Silas, ‘cause I’m not going to last. You feel so good stretched around me.”
I slide my lips down the remainder of him until his tip hits the back of my throat, and I have to fight back a gag. That only makes him groan louder, his hands sliding into my hair as his hips buck.
“So hot, watching you take all of me,” he rasps, voice strained. “You suck my cock so good, Little Moth.”
I hum around him before showing him what I can really do.
I slide my tongue around him, pump him with my mouth until he’s cursing and groaning, his entire body vibrating. The entire time, he pulls on my hair while staring down at me like he doesn't want to miss a single moment of this.
The only time he looks away is to glance at Ronan. “You should see what you’re doing to our captain,” he grunts. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen him so close to losing control.”
“Shut up, Lucian,” Ronan grunts, but Lucian is right; he does sound strained.
I want to see him, but I only move an inch before a tug on my hair has me glancing up at Lucian.
“What do you say, baby, think you can take me and our captain at the same time?”
My eyebrows hitch, but I only pause for a second before I nod the best I can with a dick in my mouth.
Lucian smirks, but his eyes soften in pride.
He slowly pulls me off him, and I release him with a wet pop. “Get on all fours, sweetheart,” Ronan directs as Lucian helps me onto the leather seat.
Ronan gets on his knees behind me, while Lucian shifts to sprawl out on his back across the seats. With one arm bent behind his head and the other fisting his erection while his eyes trail languidly over me, he paints one hell of a sexy picture.
“You sure about this?” Ronan murmurs in my ear. His warmth envelops my back, his large hands stroking up my sides and making me shiver.
Glancing over my shoulder, I meet his green-brown eyes.
His question shouldn’t affect me the way it does, but after a lifetime of people making decisions for me, Ronan still asks. He makes it clear that the choice is always mine.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He smirks, pressing a kiss to the soft bit of skin behind my ear.
His hands lift my dress out of the way before he peels my panties down my legs.
“Mm, these feel far too wet to be comfortable,” he purrs, before tossing them to Silas, who has taken up Ronan’s seat and is watching the three of us with his legs spread and cock in hand.
He catches them, bringing them to his nose and inhaling while keeping his eyes trained on us.
My entire body reacts. Heat flashes through me, my limbs quivering.
Okay, that should be disgusting, but Silas, the setting, makes it insanely hot.
Lucian laughs, lifting up to grasp my chin. “Filthy girl, you liked that, didn’t you?”
Rolling my eyes, I push against his chest while moving to take his cock in my hand. That shuts him up real quick, and he falls back against the seat with a groan.
Before he can come up with any other quick remarks, I take him into my mouth. A moment later, I feel Ronan at my entrance before he pushes inside.
I squeeze my eyes shut, struggling to focus on Lucian as Ronan begins to pump. Moans spill from my lips, saliva pooling in my mouth.
A soft touch on my cheek has me peeling them open to find Lucian watching me with a rare openness in his stare. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he murmurs softly, words just for me.
“You feel incredible,” Ronan adds. “So fucking sexy taking both of us at once.”
Feeling myself inching closer to another orgasm, I focus on Lucian. I give him everything I have until he comes down my throat with a roar. His cock falls from my mouth as I cry out, on the cusp of coming myself.
“Jesus, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Ronan rasps.
“I’m right there,” I practically cry.
Turning my head, my gaze meets Silas’s, and there it is. The same thing I saw in all three of them tonight. That look that says they choose me. That they will always choose me. The realization hits me all over again.
The pure love I see in his face is my undoing. The next time Ronan pushes into me, I clamp down around him and come with a cry.
Pleasure wracks my body, wave after wave crashing over me until I sag, boneless into a pair of arms.
All of us are sweaty and spent, the limousine windows fogged up with the heat of our bodies.
“Wait.” Peering out the blacked-out window, I frown. “Why aren’t we moving?”
“I told the driver to park and get out as soon as you started attacking Silas,” Ronan declares.
Mouth agape, I stare up at him. It’s his arms I was scooped up into, and I’m currently lying across his chest. “Why did you do that?”
He blinks down at me. “No one but us should get to hear those sexy little noises you make when you come, Little Serpent.” Leaning down, he kisses the tip of my nose. “They are only for us.”