Chapter 26 Aidan
Aidan
Emily leads us up a staircase wide enough to host a funeral procession.
The house gets worse the deeper in we go. Not uglier. More expensive. More deliberate. Portraits. Antiques. Silence bred over generations until it turns into discipline. The sort of place that teaches children to lower their voices and sharpen their knives.
Dervla walks half a step ahead of me with her spine ramrod straight and her fury stitched into every movement. She has taken a kingdom-shaking conversation and turned it into pure forward motion. It is the only thing keeping her upright.
I watch the back of her neck, the bruises peeking above her collar, and think about every person in this country who has decided she is useful.
I am going to ruin all of them.
Emily stops at the end of the corridor and opens two doors opposite each other. “These rooms are prepared. If you require anything, ring.”
Declan looks past her into the first room. “How generous.”
Her expression does not alter. “Mr ó Briain tries not to be a poor host.”
Cormac gives a low snort. “That’s what we’re calling this?”
She inclines her head, unbothered, and leaves us there.
The second she’s out of sight, I say, “Dervla doesn’t sleep alone.”
“Who said anything about sleeping?” she retorts with a wicked smile.
“Really?” I ask with interest. “You want to fuck in your grandfather’s castle-slash-mansion.”
“Doesn’t matter where. I just want to fuck,” she says and strides into the room, sitting down to take her boots off.
I follow her in. “That will put us in a vulnerable position.”
She looks up and stares at me. “Are you refusing me?”
I snort. “Fuck, no. Just trying to lay it out.”
Her eyes don’t waver. Bruised cheek. Split lip. Grey-green eyes lit with fury and something hotter. She looks wrecked and ravenous, and if she wants this because she is trying to outrun what she learned tonight, I should probably stop her.
I don’t.
Because I want her too badly, and because I know her well enough now to know that trying to deny her control when she is clinging to it by her nails is the fastest way to make this worse.
Behind me, Declan gives a low laugh from the doorway. “Thought so.”
Cormac shuts the door with his heel and throws the lock. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly.”
Dervla finishes with her boots and stands. “That was always the plan.”
The room is large enough to be an apartment. Four-poster bed. Thick curtains. Fire burning low in the grate. A sofa by the window. Old wood, heavy fabrics, tasteful wealth. I hate almost everything about it.
I’ll still put her on every available surface.
I take off my jacket and set it over the back of a chair, and pull the rest of my clothes off while she watches me strip with that sharp, unblinking focus of hers, the one that always makes me want to test how far I can push before she snaps back.
I step closer, naked now, my cock already hard from the tension coiling between us.
Dervla reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, revealing the bruises on her skin like badges from the day’s wars.
The hard drive tumbles out from where she stashed it in her bra as she unhooks it, hitting the floor with a dull thud.
She ignores it, kicking off her jeans next, her eyes never leaving mine.
Cormac moves first, shedding his clothes efficiently and moving behind her.
He slides his hands up her sides, thumbs hooking into her underwear and dragging them down her legs.
She steps out of them without a word, her breath quickening as Declan joins us, his shirt discarded, jeans shoved low.
I claim her mouth, hard and demanding, tasting the faint copper tang from her split lip.
She bites back, defiant as ever, her nails digging into my chest while Cormac presses against her from behind.
We manoeuvre her toward the bed without breaking the rhythm.
I lift her easily, setting her on the edge of the mattress, and she spreads her thighs in invitation, her gaze flicking between us with that challenging spark.
I kneel between her legs, my fingers tracing the slick heat of her pussy, teasing her clit until she arches and gasps.
Cormac sits behind her, propping her up, his free hand roaming her breasts, pinching a nipple hard enough to draw a moan from her throat.
“You’re going to take us all,” I murmur against her skin. “Every inch, until you forget everything else.”
She bucks against my hand in response, her body demanding more.
Declan kneels beside her, his cock in his fist, guiding it to her mouth.
She takes him eagerly, lips wrapping around him as she sucks, her tongue working him with deliberate skill.
I position myself at her entrance and thrust in deep, the tight clench of her cunt around me pulls a growl from my chest. She moans around Declan’s length, the vibration making him curse under his breath.
Cormac grips her hips, holding her steady as I set a punishing pace, each drive pushing her further onto Declan.
Her hands find purchase in my hair, tugging sharply, urging me harder.
I oblige, slamming into her with brutal force, the slap of skin echoing in the room.
Sweat slicks between us, her body trembling on the edge already.
“Switch,” Cormac demands, his voice edged with hunger.
Generously, I pull out, and he takes my place, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate push that makes her cry out.
Declan shifts back, stroking himself when she falls back to the bed.
I move to her side, capturing her mouth again, swallowing her gasps while my fingers circle her clit, building the pressure relentlessly.
She writhes under us, her nails scoring my back, as Cormac fucks her deeper, harder.
Declan replaces Cormac next, flipping her onto her stomach and entering her from behind, his thrusts sharp and unyielding.
She pushes back against him, meeting every movement, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
I kneel in front of her, guiding my cock to her lips.
She takes me in, sucking greedily, her tongue swirling as Cormac plays with her breasts, twisting her nipples until she shudders.
The room fills with the sounds of her muffled moans, her body arching as she chases release.
I thrust deeper into her mouth, feeling the vibration of her cries against my skin, while Declan pounds into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force.
Cormac kneels beside us, his fingers on her clit, rubbing in tight circles that make her tremble violently.
She comes hard as the orgasm rips through her, her moan muffled around my cock but raw enough to send heat coiling low in my gut.
I pull out just as she gasps for air, stroking myself while Declan follows her over the edge, groaning as he unloads inside her.
Cormac doesn’t give her a moment to recover; he flips her onto her back and drives into her with a single, deep thrust, his pace relentless from the start.
Her eyes flutter shut and then snap open again, locking on mine with that defiant spark that always undoes me.
Declan recovers fast, his hand between her legs, sliding into her pussy, his fingers pumping in time with the thrusts, stretching her further.
She writhes under us, breath coming in sharp bursts, her body a live wire of sensation.
I lean down to capture her mouth, swallowing her pleas as another climax builds.
“More,” she demands against my lips, voice hoarse and unyielding.
I oblige, shifting back to pinch her nipples hard, twisting until she arches off the bed with a cry.
Cormac pulls out abruptly, and we rearrange her again, positioning her on all fours on top of Cormac.
I slide into the tight heat of her pussy slowly, giving her body time to adjust while Cormac fills her from underneath.
She pushes back against us both, greedy and fierce, her hands fisting the sheets.
The rhythm builds quickly with me and Cormac alternating thrusts, while her moans vibrate through the room. Sweat drips down my spine, the fire in the grate casting flickering shadows over our tangled bodies. She shatters again, clenching around us so tightly that I nearly lose control.
We ride her through it, not ready to come yet.
We want this to last. Declan has already burst his balls and will take a few minutes to recover.
That gives me more time with her. I withdraw and drag her off Cormac’s cock, holding her weight against me as I carry her to the ornate table in the corner.
I place her on it and part her legs, dropping to my knees and licking her as she throws her head back.
“Fuck, Aidan. You’re filthy.”
I grin up at her and thrust my fingers deep inside her, twisting until she is writhing on the old mahogany.
I lap at her clit with deliberate strokes, savouring the way her thighs tremble, her hips bucking against my mouth like she’s chasing something only I can give.
The taste of her—mixed with Declan’s release—drives me wild, a filthy reminder of how we’ve claimed her.
My fingers curl inside her, hitting that spot that makes her gasp my name, her voice breaking on the edge of desperation.
She’s close again, her body taut and slick with sweat, and I don’t let up, sucking harder until she shatters, her cry echoing off the high ceilings of this godforsaken room.
Cormac moves in as she rides the aftershocks, pulling her off the table and into his arms. He carries her back to the bed like she’s weightless, laying her down and spreading her thighs.
I watch, stroking myself slowly, as he slides into her with a groan, his pace building from steady to savage.
Dervla arches up to meet him, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails that make my cock twitch.
Declan joins them, kneeling beside her to tease her breasts, his mouth closing over one nipple while his hand works the other.
She’s a vision like this—flushed, marked, utterly ours—and the sight of her unravelling fuels the fire in my veins.
I climb onto the bed, replacing Declan at her mouth.
Cormac thrusts harder, the bed creaking under the force.
Her moans vibrate around me, pulling me closer to the edge, but I hold back, wanting to drag this out until she’s boneless and spent.
Cormac comes, burying himself deep with a guttural sound, his body tensing as he fills her.
He pulls out slowly. I don’t wait; I pull her on top of me, impaling her on my cock in one smooth motion.
She rides me hard, her hands braced on my chest, nails digging in as she grinds down.
Cormac and Declan watch, their breaths ragged, but I focus on the way her body moves, the fire in her eyes, the way she claims this moment like it’s hers to command.
The pressure builds low in my gut, hot and insistent. I grip her hips, thrusting up to meet her, each collision sending sparks through me. She leans down, biting my shoulder hard enough to mark, and that does it. I come with a growl, spilling inside her as the heat crashes over me.
But we are nowhere near done with her yet. Declan lifts her from me and lays her down, almost reverently. I stare at the ceiling, breathing hard, thinking of all the ways I will make St. Aug’s pay for what they’ve done to her.
This isn’t even about my family anymore. It’s about her.
My dad will give me a lecture, tell me I’ve been compromised. I don’t give a shit. He will still get what he wants, but this won’t be about him. I will burn it all to the ground once she is powerful enough to be untouchable.
That’s what this is. This house, her grandfather, her grandmother, the family names, the blood, the hard drive. It all leads back to her.
My breathing evens out, and I turn onto my side, propping myself up on my elbow to watch Declan slowly grinding into her, driving her wild. She is exhausted, but she won’t admit it. She will let us use her until we are done, and then she will beg for more.
Stubborn, gorgeous and ours.