Chapter 34
My legs wrapped around Declan’s waist as he hoisted me into the air. His cock hardened against my core as he took my mouth. Demanding. Plundering.
Ronan moved in closer behind, his heat searing my back.
Declan broke away from the kiss, his breathing heavy. “I’m not in control.”
“I don’t want you to be,” I said honestly.
Declan’s gaze met his brother’s stare over my shoulder.
“I won’t let you go too far,” Ronan promised.
Wetness gathered between my thighs at the rough rasp.
The twins both growled, the sound filling the air and skating over my skin. The sensation only twisted that invisible cord inside me tighter.
Ronan pressed against my back, his dick straining. “She’s already aching, brother. You going to do something about that?”
Declan’s eyes flashed silver, and then he was setting me down and sinking to his knees. He looked up at me through hooded eyes. The need in his gaze had my stomach hollowing out.
Declan lifted a hand and unsheathed his talons. My breath caught as he swiped downward, cutting my skirt clean off my body.
I gaped at him. “You didn’t.”
He simply grinned and flicked a claw under one side of my panties and then the other. The lacy fabric fluttered to the floor.
“You two have got to stop ruining my entire wardrobe.”
Ronan chuckled in my ear and then slid talons down both sides of my blouse. “What fun would that be?” He snipped my bra as if to punctuate the point.
I stood there, completely bare except for knee-highs and shoes, Ronan and Declan still fully clothed. Something about the juxtaposition had my core fluttering and heat pooling low.
Declan leaned forward, inhaling deeply. “There’s nothing like your scent.”
My heart picked up speed as Ronan’s hands came around me from behind. He palmed my breasts, squeezing, massaging. My back arched on instinct, seeking more.
“That’s our girl,” Ronan crooned. “So pretty. So needy.”
My mouth went dry.
Declan skimmed a hand up my thigh, getting closer and closer to where I desperately wanted him. His fingers slid to the juncture there, teasing and exploring. They thrust inside me, and I gasped, arching again.
“She loves that, brother. Her nipples could cut granite, they’re so hard,” Ronan rasped.
Declan leaned forward, his tongue flicking out across my clit. My inner muscles clamped down around his fingers, and Declan cursed. His lips closed around that bundle of nerves, sending a cascade of sparks swirling around us all.
Ronan’s fingers worked my nipples as I struggled for breath. He twisted them impossibly tighter, making me whimper.
“Beg,” Ronan commanded.
“Please.” The word slipped out of me without permission.
“Please, what?” he rasped.
“Please make me come.”
Ronan chuckled again, the sound husky. “What do you think, Dec? Should we take pity on her?”
Declan’s answer was to add a third finger. My core spasmed.
“That’s it. Come all over his hand like a good girl. Let him taste you.”
Ronan’s words were my undoing as Declan sucked my clit deep, the tip of his tongue pressing down.
I cried out as Ronan pinched my nipples. The bite of pain with the crash of pleasure sent me collapsing into an orgasm.
Ronan’s arm came around my waist and held me up so that Declan could have all my pleasure. Wave after wave rolled through me until dark spots danced in my vision.
Declan finally took pity on me, easing his ministrations. As he leaned back on his heels, he grinned up at me. “Just what I needed.”
“I’m going to have no clothes left at all at this rate,” I grumbled as I pulled on a pair of sweats and a tee from my closet. The twins had headed back downstairs, but I’d opted for a quick shower before I went. The last thing I needed was embarrassment, courtesy of shifter scent.
I headed out of my closet and stopped to give Briar a quick scratch behind the ears. “I’ll be back later.”
She answered with a meow and then curled up in a ball on her cat tower.
My lips twitched as she lounged, watching the birds out the window. Briar was definitely happy with her new life.
I let her be and headed out the door and down the stairs. I almost crashed right into a broad form that was rounding the corner.
I sucked in a breath as I took in Cillian. There was something about him that made me uneasy. Not that he had malintent, but that there was a feralness to him. One that I knew had come close to being tamed. “Sorry,” I mumbled.
Cillian simply stared at me.
I cleared my throat, searching for the words I wanted. “And I’m sorry about what happened to you. And to your mother. No one should have to endure that.”
There was a flicker of gentleness in Cillian’s expression so fast I thought for sure I’d imagined it.
“I’m glad they found you,” he said gruffly, his face returning to that impassive, hard mask. “Not everyone is so lucky.”
Saoirse’s words swirled in my mind. “The female dragon scarcity?”
He jerked his head in a nod. “Not many of us will find mates.”
My heart ached for him. If there was anyone who truly needed a mate, it was Cillian. Maybe it would soothe the broken feralness inside him.
Footsteps sounded behind me, and an arm wrapped around my shoulders. “I was just coming to look for you. Everything okay?”
There was an edge to Ronan’s voice I knew Cillian didn’t miss.
“We’re good. Just getting to know each other,” I assured him.
Cillian grunted and headed back toward the kitchen.
“I don’t trust him yet,” Ronan said quietly.
“He’s been through a lot.”
Ronan exhaled. “I know. But we don’t know what he wants out of this.”
I looked up at Ronan. “I’m guessing it’s to make Patrick pay.”