50. Hayden
My breath hitched as Knox circled my nipple through the thin cotton of my tank. I could feel the roughness of his fingertip even through the material. I wanted more. Needed more.
Cillian’s eyes were hooded as his hand slipped under my tank. “Tell us now, Hayden. Soft and sweet or hard and claiming?”
Wetness gathered between my thighs. “Hard. Claiming.”
My voice didn’t sound like my own. It was raw with need. Desperate.
Cillian’s eyes bled to black, and his finger squeezed my side. “Good answer. I’ve missed playing with my Little Flame.”
A shiver racked through me. Not one of fear or discomfort but one of anticipation. My body knew the promise of what was to come.
Cáel sucked hard on my neck, and I knew he’d leave a bruise, but I didn’t give a damn. The pull of his mouth on my skin had a mirroring sensation between my thighs.
“Cáel,” I breathed.
He growled against my skin, sending tiny vibrations through me.
“Her shirt, Cáel,” Cillian commanded.
A second later, I felt claws at the back of my neck. One hooked in my tank top and slid down in one fluid motion. The tearing sound filled the room.
Knox grabbed hold of the fabric and tossed it to the floor.
Cillian stared at my chest as if transfixed. “Knew those pretty little nipples were bare under there. Was staring at them all through the movie. Wanted to suck on them until you came fast and hard.”
My breaths came quicker as Cillian leaned down and took a peak into his mouth. He didn’t ease it in. He sucked hard and deep.
A strangled sound left my throat as my back arched, my head falling back against Cáel’s chest.
Knox was on my other breast in a flash. His lips closed around my nipple, teasing and toying.
The sensations of Knox and Cillian were so different. The different tempos and techniques had my body going haywire.
“Please,” I rasped.
“So beautiful when you beg,” Cáel growled.
His arm came around me, his hand sliding into my sweats and panties. He let out a snarl. “Fucking soaked.”
His fingers stroked me with ease, sending a new wave of sensation through me.
Cáel slid two fingers inside me as his thumb circled my clit.
“More,” I demanded.
He added a third finger as Cillian’s teeth grazed my nipple and Knox sucked deep.
I cried out, my orgasm coming fast and hard, nearly taking me to my knees.
Cáel’s fingers pumped inside me, drawing out my shattering. There was so much feeling. Everywhere. All around me.
I struggled for breath as I came down, but Cillian had already dropped to his knees. He tugged off my sweats and panties, sending them flying. Then he was on his feet again. “Tell us we can have you,” he gritted out.
There was only one answer. “I’m yours.”
Cillian’s shorts were gone in a flash, and I could feel Cáel press in behind me. His fingers dipped between my legs, gathering the wetness and spreading it over himself. Then his cock was nestling between my ass cheeks. My gaze flicked to the side as Knox bent, pulling his shorts free. His dick was hard, standing rigid against his belly.
How could I want all of them this much? It seemed like a physical impossibility. Yet there was no denying it. The need for each of them was a different color, a different texture. But each one was equally potent.
Cillian’s large frame engulfed mine. “Tell me you’re ready.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He slammed into me. The force made my eyes water. Holy hell, it was everything I needed.
That desperation reminded me how wanted I truly was.
Cillian thrust in and out as Cáel’s tip teased my ass. As Cill retreated, Cáel pushed in.
I cried out. So full. It was as if they were imprinting themselves on my very bones.
Knox stroked himself, a bead of pre-cum glistening on his tip.
I needed him, too. Was desperate for him.
I reached out a hand, taking his length and stroking.
Cillian growled low. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. All of yours.”
His eyes were black again as he thrust impossibly deeper. Tears leaked out of my eyes with the force of sensation. Cáel met him thrust for thrust.
Cillian’s canines elongated. “I can feel him pushing me out, demanding I take you deeper.”
“Please,” I begged.
Cillian’s throat worked as he swallowed. “Ready to be fully mine?”
I knew what it meant. The mate bite. The bond cementing.
Want, need, and love all swirled inside me. “Yes. Love you, Cill.”
I knew he couldn’t say it back, knew he didn’t trust himself to know what it meant. But I knew this was the path to showing him.
“You’re everything to me.” Cillian thrust inside, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
Cáel pushed deeper from behind as my hand tightened around Knox. I cried out so loudly, I swore people would be able to hear my screams from miles around. Pleasure rippled through me, so intense it bordered on pain.
I squeezed the life out of all of them, my core and ass tightening, my hand pumping Knox faster. Cillian sucked on my claiming mark, only heightening my pleasure. Nonsensical words left my lips as my orgasm rocked through me.
Then my own teeth were lengthening, something inside me telling me to bite, to claim Cillian for my own. I moved on instinct, sinking my teeth into his neck and making him come so hard I felt the pulse inside me.
Cáel shouted out his release just as Knox did the same.
All of us, falling apart and coming together.
My teeth retracted as I struggled to stay on my feet.
Cáel’s arm came around my waist, holding me up. “Never felt anything so beautiful.”
I looked up into Cillian’s eyes as his dick twitched inside me.
“Everything,” he said and then brushed his lips against mine.
I shuddered, and both Cillian and Cáel groaned.
Knox dropped a kiss to my shoulder as I released him. “Gonna get a towel to clean you up.”
That had my cheeks heating as he bent to grab a towel from the stack on the bench behind us. He wiped his release from my stomach as Cillian and Cáel pulled out. I couldn’t help the wince.
Cillian’s hand ghosted over my cheek, so much reverence there. “Tender?”
“Just a little.”
“Need to get you into the bath.”
That sounded heavenly.
Cillian lifted me into his arms, and I burrowed into his hold. But as he turned for the door, he came up short.
Easton stood there, eyes a fiery gold. He’d been watching. Everything.