Chapter 14 #2
She doesn’t argue. She moves away from us and backs toward the mattress, pulling me with her by the front of my jeans.
I let her, for now, shedding my shirt as we go.
Declan follows, stripping clothes efficiently, his eyes never leaving her body.
Cormac is the last to join, kicking off his boots and shoving down his pants.
She falls back onto the mattress, her eyes flicking between us with that challenging gleam I love to crush.
I crawl next to her first, capturing her wrists and pinning them above her head with one hand while my mouth claims hers again, swallowing the moan that escapes when Declan settles between her legs.
His tongue dives in without mercy, lapping at her like he’s starving, and she bucks against my hold, her body arching as Cormac kneels beside her, his hand wrapping around her throat just enough to make her gasp into my kiss.
“You’re ours,” I murmur against her lips, my free hand trailing down to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers until it’s hard and begging. “Say it.”
She bites my lip in response, and I growl. “Yours,” she finally breathes, but it’s edged with defiance, like she’s daring me to prove it.
Cormac chuckles low, his grip tightening fractionally on her throat before he releases and moves down, replacing my hand on her breast with his mouth.
He sucks hard, teeth grazing her skin, marking her as his tongue flicks over the sensitive peak.
Dervla writhes under us, her breath coming in sharp bursts as Declan’s fingers join his tongue, pumping into her with a deliberate rhythm.
I release her wrists and shift back, shedding the rest of my clothes while watching them work her over.
She’s a vision like this—flushed, wild, completely at our mercy yet somehow still in control, her hands now free to tangle in Cormac’s hair and Declan’s.
I stroke myself once, twice, the sight of her spiralling fuelling the fire in my veins.
This is what she needs after today, what we all need: to remind her—and ourselves—that no one takes what’s ours.
“Flip her,” I command.
Declan pulls back, his mouth glistening, and together with Cormac, they manoeuvre her onto her hands and knees.
She doesn’t resist, but the look she shoots me over her shoulder is pure fire, promising she’ll make me pay for every order later.
I position myself behind her, gripping her hips and sliding my cock along her slick pussy, teasing until she pushes back against me with a frustrated whine.
“Not yet,” I say, landing a sharp slap on her arse that makes her jolt forward into Cormac, who guides her mouth to his waiting cock.
She takes him eagerly, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks.
I can’t hold back anymore. I drive into her in one smooth stroke, burying myself to the hilt, and the tight heat of her clenches around me like a vice.
She moans around Cormac’s cock, the vibration drawing a guttural sound from him as he fists her hair and starts fucking her mouth.
I set a punishing pace, each thrust pushing her forward onto him, while Declan’s work below has her trembling, her body caught in the perfect storm of us.
Declan is next to her, playing with her clit, making her quiver under our touch.
I grip her hips harder, slamming into her with a rhythm that is brutal, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body that ripple into Cormac’s.
She takes him deeper, her moans muffled around his cock, but I feel them vibrate through her, clenching her pussy tighter around me.
Declan doesn’t let up, his fingers working her clit in relentless circles, pinching just enough to make her buck against my hold.
She’s a live wire between us, every nerve ending firing, and it’s fucking intoxicating watching her unravel, knowing we’re the ones tearing her apart and putting her back together.
“That’s it,” I growl against her ear, my voice low and ragged. “Take everything we give you.” She shudders, pushing back into me harder, like she’s daring me to break her, but I know better. She’s the one who breaks worlds.
Cormac’s hand tightens in her hair, guiding her movements as he thrusts into her mouth. “Fuck, Dervla,” he grits out, his control fraying at the edges. She cries out around Cormac, the sound raw and desperate, her body trembling on the edge.
I pull out almost completely, then drive back in deep, feeling her pussy clench and grip.
The pressure builds in my gut, hot and insistent, but I hold it back, wanting to drag this out, make her beg for release.
“You feel that?” I murmur. “This is what happens when they try to take you from us. We claim you harder.”
I don’t slow down. If anything, I go harder. Her pussy clamps down on me, her cry breaking free as the orgasm rips through her. It’s enough to push me over, heat exploding low in my spine as I bury myself deep and come hard.
She slumps forward, gasping, but we aren’t done.
Cormac pulls out of her mouth and flips her onto her back gently, almost reverently, and positions himself between her thighs.
She arches up to meet him, her nails digging in as he sets a slower, deeper pace, drawing out every sensation until she’s writhing again.