Chapter 30
Cormac
Iwatch her come apart, and it does something violent to my head.
She is sprawled across Aidan, shaking, split open on both our cocks, and still asking for more. Hair a mess. Skin flushed. Marks on her skin caused by me. Declan’s hand is on her thigh, his eyes on her face, and Aidan is staring up at her like he wants to tear the world in half for giving him this.
Ours.
I drag out slowly, just enough to watch her cunt clench around Aidan and feel the way her body protests the loss of me. She whimpers, and I bite her shoulder again because I need somewhere to put the surge of possessive filth climbing up my spine.
“Please,” she gasps.
“Please what?” I ask against her ear, hand sliding down her stomach.
She is wrecked enough to tell the truth. “Don’t stop.”
I flatten my palm over her belly and push down, feeling the way she trembles for me.
I slide back in slowly this time, giving her every inch, hooking my fingers into the side of her mouth as it falls open.
She is so fucking tight around both of us that it borders on obscene.
Her nails rake down Aidan’s chest. Declan’s hand stays on her thigh, steadying, claiming his own place in this.
“Good girl,” I murmur. “That’s better.”
Aidan’s hand tightens around her throat. “Move, Dervla. Make me come.”
She does.
She braces on Aidan’s chest and starts to move, slow at first because she’s wrecked and full and trying to work out how to take both of us without breaking.
Then she finds it. That filthy rhythm. Up and down on Aidan while I thrust shallow from behind, keeping her pinned between us, making every movement drag her open wider.
Aidan swears under her. “Fuck, that’s it.”
I grip her hips and help. Not taking over. Guiding. She’s shaking, whimpering under her breath, cunt clamping around us so hard it nearly blacks my vision for a second.
Declan moves closer on the bed. He slides his hand under her chin and turns her face toward him again.
“Kiss me.”
She obeys at once.
It’s dirty hot, watching her mouth go soft for him while her pussy takes me and Aidan like this. She kisses him, deep and desperate, and I feel the answering pulse through her whole body.
She moans as Aidan pumps hard and then grunts as he comes under her with a broken curse that punches out of him.
It nearly takes me out with him.
“Fuck,” I bite out, dragging her hips back harder on my cock while Aidan rides his orgasm out beneath her.
She breaks the kiss with Declan on a ragged gasp, eyes glassy, mouth swollen, breath gone to hell. Declan doesn’t move away. He brushes his thumb across her lower lip and watches her like he’s got all the time in the world, even with us dismantling her in front of him.
She whimpers again. The sound goes right through me, and I detonate and slam deep, spilling with a harsh groan while I hold her exactly where I want her.
Her whole body jerks with it. Aidan is still half hard under her, breathing like he’s been punched, one hand at her throat, the other on her hip. Dervla shakes between us, soft little wrecked sounds leaving her mouth, and I stay buried for a second because pulling out feels impossible.
Declan watches all of it.
That gets me harder again than it should.
I slide out carefully, one hand spread over her stomach to steady her as Aidan eases his grip on her throat. She sags forward, forehead dropping to Aidan’s chest, and for a second, the room is nothing but rough breathing and the small sounds she makes every time one of us moves.
Declan moves then. No rush. No wasted movement.
He gets behind her as I collapse on the bed, and slides his hand down her spine, stopping at the base where her whole body gives a tiny shiver.
He loses his pants, his cock hard in his hand as Aidan moves out of the way.
He dips his hand to her pussy and buries his fingers deep.
He scoops out a load of cum and presses his fingers to her rear hole.
She tenses.
“Breathe,” Declan says, his fingers working her open. “You can take it.”
She is trusting us with this. Wanting it. Asking for it with every filthy little sound she makes.
Aidan slides a hand into her hair and lifts her face enough to make her look at Declan. “Eyes up.”
She obeys.
Declan presses in slowly.
Her mouth opens on a sharp cry, and I grip her thigh on instinct, anchoring her while he eases his cock into her arse inch by inch. Her body fights it for a second. Then gives.
“Fuck,” I mutter, because there is nothing else to say.
Aidan’s hand tightens in her hair, not cruel, just keeping her there, keeping her with us. He kisses her once, hard and deep, swallowing the next sound she makes as Declan buries himself balls deep.
She quivers.
“That’s it,” Declan says, voice low. “Good girl.”
Her breathing changes. Her eyes go dark. Hungry.
Declan stills for one second. My fingers go to her clit and work her with a steady, deliberate rhythm that’s going to finish her off all over again.
“Tell him,” Aidan says, voice rough next to her. “Tell him how it feels.”
She blinks. “Full,” she whispers.
Declan’s mouth brushes the back of her neck. “That’s all?”
She shakes her head, then nods because she can’t get her body to cooperate. It makes me grin. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
“So fucking good,” she chokes out.
That gets a low sound out of all three of us.
Declan doesn’t fuck her hard at first. He gives it to her slowly, making her take every inch, every drag back and push forward, while my fingers keep circling her clit. Dervla’s whole body trembles.
Her fingers clutch at the sheets. Her mouth falls open. Her breath comes in short, helpless little pulls that make my cock twitch even though I’ve only just come. Declan keeps going exactly like that, patient and ruthless, making her body open around him instead of forcing it.
She makes a noise that is half plea, half protest.
Aidan tips her chin up. “Stay with us.”
I press harder on her clit, and she jolts.
He gives her another slow thrust, deeper this time. Her body tenses, then softens around him in a way that turns the room hotter.
Declan keeps his pace steady. Then a little harder. Dervla’s answer is a broken moan that punches straight through me. She’s gone from defiant to open, every reaction written plain on her face, and I can’t get enough of it.
Aidan strokes a hand down her back. “That’s it. Take him.”
She does. Christ, she does.
Her arse pushes back into Declan, chasing it now, and that gets a dark look out of him that I know well. He doesn’t speed up because she wants it. He makes her wait for it. Makes her earn every extra inch.
“Please,” she says again, and this time it’s to all of us.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” I murmur, adjusting my angle and pinching her clit lightly.
She’s breathing too hard to answer cleanly. “More.”
“You can give us better than that.”
Her eyes flash, furious that she’s being made to talk through this, furious that she likes it. “Fuck me properly.”
Declan’s restraint snaps by degrees. He drives into her harder, one measured thrust after another, each one landing with intent. I feel it through her body where I’m touching her. Through the way her thighs shake. Through the sounds she can’t hold back anymore.
“Yeah,” I mutter, rubbing her clit in tight circles. “That’s what you asked for.”
She cries out and pushes back for more, ravaged enough to stop pretending she isn’t desperate for it. Declan’s hand spreads over her hip, holding her steady while he fucks her properly now, deep and relentless, and the look on his face is enough to make me half hard again.
Aidan’s hand is still in her hair, his thumb at her jaw, keeping her face up.
“Look at me,” he tells her.
She does. Barely. Her eyes are blown wide, wet at the corners, mouth open, skin flushed all over. She looks ruined in the best possible way.
Declan gives her a harder thrust, and she jolts, a broken little sob leaving her. I grin and pinch her clit again just enough to make her gasp.
I ease the pressure for one second, then go back to it, steady and exact, and she folds. She screams out her orgasm, and it’s too much for Declan. He grunts and unloads into her arse. The sound she makes with it is desperate and enough to make me want to start all over again.
Declan stays buried, breathing hard, his hand still braced on her hip.
Aidan lets go of her hair and slides his palm down the back of her neck, slow now, grounding her.
I keep my hand on her clit for one more second, feeling the aftershocks tear through her, then ease off when her thighs start shaking too hard.
She collapses forward.
Aidan catches her before she face-plants into the mattress, one arm around her middle, and I get a hand under her thigh, so she doesn’t twist awkwardly. For a second, it’s just bodies and heat and the sound of all four of us trying to get air back into our lungs.
“Well,” she rasps. “That went from nought to sixty in record time.”
“Do you care?” I ask, more seriously than I want to admit.
She contemplates it for a moment and then shakes her head. “No. It was fucking perfect.”
I pull her to me and kiss her, my tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. “You are fucking perfect,” I murmur and then let her go so Declan can carry her to the bathroom to give her the care she deserves and that he is so good at.