Chapter 27 Dervla
Dervla
Declan’s cock drives into me slowly. He is on round two already, and I know the other guys aren’t done yet either. I want this. I crave them. It’s a distraction. It’s pulling my focus from finding out who killed my dad. I’m no closer to that, and yet at this point, it can wait a bit longer.
“Dec,” I moan as he withdraws fully before driving back in.
“That’s it. Take my cock like a filthy girl.”
“Fuck,” I pant.
His rhythm builds, each deliberate thrust stretching me wider, the ache in my core twisting into something sharper, hungrier.
Declan’s hands pin my hips to the mattress, his fingers digging in with that possessive grip that always borders on pain, and I arch up to meet him, chasing the friction like it’s the only thing grounding me tonight.
Sweat slicks our skin, the firelight flickering over his tense shoulders, highlighting the scars and bruises that make him look even more dangerous in this opulent room that feels like a lie wrapped in luxury.
Cormac kneels beside us, his dark eyes locked on where Declan and I connect, one hand stroking himself slowly while the other trails up my thigh, teasing the sensitive skin just shy of my clit.
“You’re taking him so well,” he murmurs, voice rough, laced with that edge of approval that sends heat pooling low in my belly.
His fingers finally brush over me, circling, and I gasp, my pussy clenching around Declan in response.
Aidan watches from the edge of the bed, his blue gaze intense, calculating, like he’s already planning how to wreck me next. He’s still catching his breath, chest rising and falling steadily, but there’s no mistaking the hunger in his expression.
Declan leans down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss, his teeth grazing my lower lip where it’s already split and tender.
The sting mixes with the pleasure, heightening everything, and I bite back, drawing a growl from him that vibrates through my chest. He picks up speed, slamming into me harder, the bed frame protesting under the force.
Cormac’s fingers don’t slow down, rubbing relentlessly, and the dual sensations push me toward the edge again, my breath coming in short, desperate bursts.
“Fuck, Dervla,” Declan grits out, his control fraying as he drives deeper, hitting that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
I shatter around him, my pussy clenching tight, waves of heat crashing through me until I’m trembling, boneless beneath them.
He follows a heartbeat later, burying himself to the hilt and coming with a guttural sound, his body tensing before he collapses over me, careful not to crush me completely.
We lie there for a moment, breaths mingling, the room heavy with the scent of sex and sweat.
Cormac pulls his hand away, licking his fingers clean with a wicked grin that promises more, but Aidan is already moving, sliding off the bed and dragging me down the bed.
He doesn’t rush, just traces a path up my inner leg with his mouth, nipping at the skin until I squirm.
“Not done yet,” he says against my thigh, voice low and commanding, before his tongue delves in, lapping at me slowly, deliberately.
The overstimulation borders on too much, but I crave it, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling him closer.
Declan shifts to my side, his mouth claiming a breast, sucking hard while Cormac mirrors him on the other, their hands roaming my body like they own every inch.
Aidan’s fingers join his tongue, pumping into me, driving me insane, building me back up even as exhaustion tugs at the edges of my mind.
I buck against his face, moaning as the pressure coils tight again, my body betraying how much I need this release, this escape from the chaos outside my head.
Aidan doesn’t relent, his tongue flicking relentlessly while his fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect angle over and over until I’m gasping, my hips grinding against him without shame.
Pleasure builds like a storm, fierce and unstoppable, and I shatter again, crying out as the orgasm tears through me, my thighs clamping around his head while waves of heat pulse from my core.
He pulls back finally, his mouth glistening, eyes dark with satisfaction and rises. He looms over me, pulling on my hips until the blunt head of his cock is pressing against me.
“Take me again,” he murmurs. “Show me how much you want me.”
I reach for him and drag him closer by the hips.
“Stop talking,” I say, voice wrecked. “Fuck me.”
His eyes go hot at that, pleased in a way that should probably concern me more than it does. He slides in slow on purpose, making me feel every inch of him again, every stretch, every aftershock. I hiss, and my head falls back into the pillows.
“Greedy girl,” Cormac says beside me.
“Yes,” I bite out. “And?”
Declan laughs under his breath, still sprawled close enough to touch, one hand moving over my stomach in a lazy pass before dropping lower to spread me wider for Aidan.
Aidan drives deeper, and my body just gives up pretending it isn’t made for this. For them. For the relief of being taken apart so thoroughly, there’s no room left for dead mothers and murdered fathers and dynastic bullshit. Just heat. Pressure. The heavy drag of him. My pulse everywhere at once.
He braces one hand by my head and starts moving properly. Hard, measured strokes that build fast. His control is obnoxious even now. He fucks like he’s making a point. Like each thrust is another claim.
I hook a leg around his waist and force him deeper.
Aidan makes a dark sound and gives me exactly what I ask for.
The next thrust lands so deep it tears a cry out of me. My whole body jolts. Declan’s hand tightens on my thigh to keep me open. Cormac watches my face with that heavy, unreadable focus of his, one hand working himself in slow strokes like he’s in no rush because he already knows how this ends.
“With an attitude like that,” Aidan says, voice low and vicious, “you deserve to be fucked until you can’t say your own name.”
“Then shut up and do it.”
His hand slides to my throat. Not enough to take. Enough to remind. Enough to make every nerve in me light up. He keeps the pace hard and deliberate, battering me into the mattress while his thumb presses under my jaw and his eyes hold mine like he wants to pin me there, too.
I give it back as hard as I can, staring right at him while I take every stroke.
That look in him sharpens.
I need this. The fight of it. The pull of it. None of them asks me to be softer, smaller, or easier to carry. They meet me where I am and drag more out.
Aidan’s mouth brushes mine, not a kiss, more a threat. “Careful what you ask for.”
“Careful is boring.”
His hand leaves my throat, and he hooks both of my legs over his arms, folding me tighter.
The new angle is beyond pleasure. I swear and dig my nails into his arms as he drives into me again.
Hard. Exact. I can feel everything. The stretch of him.
The drag. The wet, filthy sound of it. My body is wrecked from tonight and still opening for more.
Declan’s fingers find my clit and circle once, then again, just enough to make me jerk.
“Fuck off,” I gasp.
“No.”
Cormac gives a low laugh. “Look at you,” he says quietly. “Still mouthing off.”
“I’ve got energy for one talent left.”
Aidan slams into me and knocks the breath out of that thought entirely.
I break on a sound that barely feels human, all heat and violent pleasure, my body locking around him so hard he swears.
“That’s it,” Aidan says, voice gone wrecked at the edges. “Break my fucking cock in half, pixie.”
Declan keeps working me through it, merciless now, his fingers slippery while Aidan fucks me like he means to drive every thought out through my spine.
“Eyes on me,” Aidan says.
I drag mine up.
It breaks something open low in my chest. Something ugly and needy and far too fucking honest.
Aidan’s rhythm goes harder. Sloppier. He’s close. I can feel it in the way his thrusts lose some of that polished restraint and turn mean. His forehead drops briefly to mine.
“Say my name.”
I laugh, breathless and ruined. “Fuck off.”
He slams into me again, so deep my back arches clean off the mattress. “Try again.”
“Aidan.” It comes out as more of a moan.
His eyes flare with savage satisfaction. “That’s better.”
He drives into me one last brutal time and comes with a strangled sound that hits somewhere low in me, not because it’s gentle, but because it isn’t. Because none of this is gentle, and somehow that feels truer than anything else in this house.
For a few seconds, everything narrows to heat, weight, breath.
Then Aidan stills over me, chest rising hard, one hand braced by my head, the other moving from my leg to my hip like he’s checking I’m still here.
Declan’s fingers relent. Cormac swears quietly under his breath and gets up from the bed, probably to stop himself from dragging this into another round.
I lie there and stare at the canopy above me, pulse everywhere, body wrecked, mind blessedly blank for all of three seconds.
Then reality crawls back in with polished shoes and a family crest.
“Great,” I mutter. My voice sounds ruined. “That bought me almost no peace at all.”
Declan laughs and drops down beside me on his back. “Ungrateful.”
Aidan eases out and shifts away long enough to drag the blanket over me. It’s so unexpectedly decent that I turn my head and squint at him.
He catches the look. “Don’t start.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were about to.”
“Probably.”
Cormac comes back with a glass of water from the en-suite and presses it into my hand. “Drink.”
I push myself up enough to take it. My muscles protest. Everything protests. The water is cold and real and helps more than I want to admit. I drain half of it and hand it back.
The room goes quieter after that. Not awkward. Just spent.