16. Tiernan
TIERNAN
There isn’t a single creature on Earth that can keep me away from that room now.
I can still feel the heel of the shoe digging into me as she hit me with it.
I want more. I want her to put the heels on and walk all over me.
Shoving open the door, I see her with Lorcan’s cock in her mouth. It makes my cock spring to attention.
Lorcan’s gaze cuts to mine, and he smiles at me and then looks down at Elle. “Can you take us both like a good girl?”
Elle freezes.
I stop at the foot of the bed.
Lorcan’s hand loosens in her hair immediately, and he draws back enough to let her breathe.
Elle pulls away, lips wet, eyes wide, chest moving too fast. She looks from him to me, then back again, and whatever heat was in the room changes. “What do I get out of it?”
Lorcan snorts once. “Now you’re starting to sound like a Keane.”
She rises, and I move closer. I strip the dress from her, letting it slide down her body. She stands in her black underwear, more beautiful than a woman has a right to be in this setting.
Her gaze drops to my hands, then back up to my face, and I can see her calculating. She does that. Works through every angle before she commits to anything. It’s the thing I like most about her and the thing that makes me want to pin her down and strip every thought clean out of her head.
“What do you want?” Lorcan asks her, his voice low. He is still hard, still looking at her with that intensity that makes men step back.
“For you to stop treating me like a toy you’re sharing,” she says.
“That ship has sailed, girlie, and you know it,” I say. “So, what do you really want?”
“I’m not a whore,” she whispers. “I am not some thing you decided you want to fuck, and you show up and do it. I want more. If you are keeping me here, I want more.”
“What kind of more?” Lorcan asks, turning her around so he can unclasp her bra without looming over her.
I take this time to remove my jacket. I wanted to take things slower. I wanted her to beg me. But seeing her like this is pulling on my restraint, and I’m not going to deny myself.
She doesn’t answer straight away. She stands with her back to Lorcan. He leans forward and presses his lips to the nape of her neck. Her eyes find mine across the room. I hold her stare and wait.
“I want to know your names mean something,” she says finally. “I want to know that when you say I’m yours, it means you actually give a damn what happens to me. Not just that you own my body.”
Lorcan slides the bra straps down her arms and drops it to the floor. He turns her back around to face him and tips her chin up. “You already know I give a damn. I put a million pounds around your throat, and told you I would kill for you.”
“That’s possession, arrogance and violence. That doesn’t mean you care about me.”
I undo the buttons on my shirt and take it off. Her eyes go to my bare chest. I close the distance between us, standing close enough that she has to tilt her head back to hold my stare.
“That is how we show we care in this world, girlie. Take it or leave it.”
“I can’t leave it,” she hisses. “That’s the whole problem. You have locked me in here and only let me leave when I’m chained to you.”
“You are not getting out of here that easily,” Lorcan says, kneeling so he can remove her knickers.
She lets him. She is either distracted or into this. It’s hard to tell. Either way, my cock is standing to attention. I strip off the rest of my clothes and grip my heavy cock. Her eyes dart to it, and she licks her lips.
“Suck me, girlie,” I murmur. “I want that mouth around me.”
Lorcan guides her to me, and she kneels willingly. That means more than anything else right now. Her mouth closes around me, and every muscle in my body pulls tight.
I look down at her. Blonde hair, pale skin, lips stretched around my cock while Lorcan watches her work.
She takes me deeper than I expect, and my hand goes to her hair without thinking.
“Good girl,” I say, and she makes a sound around me that travels straight to the base of my spine.
Lorcan runs his palm down her back, slow and deliberate, and she arches into it. She is responsive in a way that she probably hates herself for. I can see it in the tension of her shoulders, the way she fights the surrender even while she’s giving it.
I tighten my grip in her hair. “Look at me.”
She does.
Those blue eyes come up to mine, wet at the corners, not from crying but from the effort of taking me this deep. She holds my stare and doesn’t flinch, and something about that pulls at a part of me I’ve kept locked down for a long time.
I groan and thrust deeper. She gags, and I grip her hair tighter. “That’s it. Take it. Take every inch.”
She pulls back and gasps. I let her go because I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want her pussy full of my cum.
“Lie down,” I say to her. “I’m taking you before Lorcan, so your pussy is just mine.”
She looks up at me from the silk sheets, her chest rising and falling fast, lips still wet. Lorcan steps back and gives me the space I’m demanding. He doesn’t argue. He knows me well enough to know that when I draw a line, I mean it.
I take her by the hips and pull her to the edge of the bed. She makes a small sound, half protest, half need. I ignore the protest part and focus on the need.
“Tiernan,” she breathes.
“I told you I’d take my time,” I say, running my hands up the inside of her thighs until she trembles. “I meant it.”
Her back arches off the silk. I press my palm flat against her stomach to hold her still. She is so small under my hands. It makes me feel something close to tenderness, and I hate it.
“Look at me,” I say.
Her eyes find mine. Blue and wide, fighting surrender even as her body gives in completely.
I push her thighs apart and take my time with her. My thumbs trace her hips as I lower myself to my knees in front of her.
Her breath catches in her throat as I lick her, deep and slow.
Her hands go to my hair.
She doesn’t push me away. She pulls me closer, and her hips rock against my mouth. I take my time. I said I would, and I meant it. I feel every shudder she tries to suppress, every small sound she cuts off before it gets loud enough to embarrass her.
Lorcan presses his hand to her stomach. “Stop moving, dollie.”
She makes a broken sound above me.
I take her apart slowly, intentionally, until she stops trying to be quiet and her thighs shake. She comes apart on my tongue with my name in her throat.
I rise and look at her spread across the silk. Her chest heaves. Her eyes are glassy, and her lip is bitten red.
I pull her to the edge of the bed again and push into her in one long, slow stroke that makes her gasp and grip the sheets.
Pausing, I hold myself there, buried to the hilt, and wait until she looks at me. Her eyes find mine, and she holds the contact even though it costs her. I can see the war in her face, the part that wants to look away, the part that can’t.
“So fucking tight,” I murmur, then thrust.
Powerful, but slow enough to make her forget her own name. I wait for every flicker, and every catch of breath. Her fingers twist in the silk sheets, and the sound she makes when I pull back and push in again is the best thing I’ve heard in years.
Lorcan runs his hand up her throat and tips her chin toward him. She goes without resistance. He kisses her with a patience that feels like ownership. She returns it with a whimper. A sharp, possessive heat twists low in my gut.
Ours.
I focus on the drag and push of her body around mine, on keeping my rhythm steady when every instinct I have is screaming to break it.
I don’t.
I press my thumb to her clit as I move. Her hips jerk up to meet me. Lorcan pulls back from the kiss and looks at her with that cold, possessive focus that I know means he is already planning what he is going to do to her when I’ve finished.
He is going to have to wait.
“Look at me, girlie,” I murmur, dragging her gaze from Lorcan.
She looks at me. Only me. Her lips part on a breath that comes out unsteady.
She tries to look away once. I thrust harder, and her attention snaps back to me. That’s what I want. Me.
“Beautiful,” I murmur. “You’re mine. Ours. We will never let you go.”
A sound escapes that she didn’t plan on making, and the flush that crosses her cheeks isn’t embarrassment at what I’m doing to her body. It’s embarrassment at how much she wants it. I know the difference.
I press my thumb harder against her clit and watch her eyes go glassy.
“Don’t you dare close them,” I say.
She doesn’t.
I keep my rhythm slow, punishing in its intent. Every time she tries to chase it, tries to tip herself over the edge by rocking her hips, I ease back just enough to deny her. She makes a frustrated, broken sound, and I want to stop punishing her for it.
“Tiernan,” she breathes.
My name in her mouth in that voice. Fuck.
“Tell me what you want,” I say.
“More,” she says.
She wants to take it back. She can’t. It’s already out there, hanging between us, and I have no intention of letting her forget she said it.
I give her what she asked for.
My thumb works harder and my rhythm breaks, finally. The slow drag is replaced by something deeper and less controlled. She cries out, the sound sharp and unguarded. Her cunt clenches around my cock, pulling me in like she never wants me to leave.
She doesn’t want me to leave.
“That’s it,” I grit out. “Let me feel you coming.”
She comes hard enough that her body lifts off the mattress. I grip her hips tightly and drive into her through every second of it. Her mouth opens on a sound that isn’t quite a word.
“Say my name, girlie. Let me hear it tumble from those lips.”
“Tiernan,” she screams.
The sound of her voice breaks what’s left of my control.
I come hard, buried deep inside her, my grip on her hips bruising. She takes it. Every pulse of it. Her cunt squeezes my cock through the whole thing.
When I’ve drained my soul into her, I pull out, and she makes a small sound at the loss of it that I feel everywhere.
She is a mess. Beautiful and wrecked. She doesn’t cover herself. She stares at the ceiling with those blue eyes and breathes.
Lorcan moves to her immediately, and she closes her eyes as he sucks her nipple into his mouth.