Chapter 10
Ciar
Ishove the door open and haul her inside, kicking it shut behind us.
We’re dripping all over Axl’s floor, but I don’t give a fuck.
My hand is still tangled in her wet hair, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw.
She’s watching me, her eyes wide and dark in the dim light of the hall, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
She challenged me out there. Pushed me. The fucking audacity of her makes my cock twitch.
“Shower,” I growl, the word ripped from my chest.
She doesn’t fight me. She doesn’t even nod. She just lets me pull her towards the stairs, a silent, willing captive.
I push her into my room, the scent of her, all rain and sweat and sheer fucking will, filling my space.
I follow her in, the click of the closing door a final, absolute sound.
Her back is to me, her shoulders shaking slightly.
I come up behind her, my hands landing on her hips, pulling her back against my cock.
“Take them off,” I command, my voice a low rasp against her ear. “All of it.”
Her fingers, slow and deliberate, find the hem of her wet top.
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror over the dresser.
A challenge. Even in her submission, she challenges me.
I fucking love it. The top comes off, revealing the taut lines of her back.
The faint shadow of my name that I carved down her spine makes my cock throb.
Mine. My grip on her hips tightens, digging into her flesh.
I want to leave bruises, a map of my ownership for her to feel long after I’m done with her.
She kicks her joggers away, then hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers. She pauses, a silent question in the tense set of her shoulders. I answer by pushing her forward, one step, then another, until we’re standing on the cold tiles of the en-suite.
“All of it,” I repeat, my voice a low rasp.
She peels the last piece of fabric from her body and lets it drop.
I turn the shower on, the water hissing as it hits the glass.
Steam fills the small space, clinging to her skin, to the goosebumps on her arms. I push her under the spray, the hot water sluicing over her, and strip off, following her in, crowding her against the cold wall.
Her gasp is swallowed by the sound of the water as I press my body against hers, my mouth finding the pulse that beats frantically at the base of her throat.
I’m going to wash her. I’m going to fuck her.
I’m going to erase every thought from her head until the only name she knows is mine.
I slide my hands up her ribs, feeling her shiver under my touch.
She’s so fucking responsive, every nerve ending alive and waiting for my command.
I reach for the shower gel, squirting a generous amount into my palm.
The scent of sandalwood and citrus fills the steamy air as I start to lather her skin, my hands sliding over every curve and line of her body.
She’s a fucking masterpiece, all lean muscle and soft flesh, a contradiction that drives me insane.
Her head falls back against the tiles as I run my soapy hands over her breasts, her nipples hardening under my palms. I take my time, washing every inch of her, claiming every part of her.
My hands slide down her stomach, over her hips, and then I cup her pussy, feeling her wet heat.
She gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as I slip a finger inside her, then another.
“You’re mine, Sorcha,” I growl against her ear, my fingers pumping in and out of her. “Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”
She moans, her hips bucking against my hand, riding my fingers like she can’t get enough. I add another finger, stretching her, filling her, preparing her for what’s to come. She’s so fucking tight, so hot, and all mine.
I withdraw my fingers and push her against the cold tiles, her tits pressing against my chest. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, my other hand gripping her chin to make her look at me.
Her eyes are wide, pupils blown with lust and defiance.
She’s a fucking vision, with her fiery hair plastered to her skin, water droplets clinging to her lashes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my voice hoarse with need.
I crash my mouth onto hers, swallowing her gasp.
She kisses me back, her tongue clashing with mine, a battle of wills that I’m determined to win.
I grind my cock against her stomach, feeling her shiver in response.
She wants this as much as I do. She wants me.
I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her jaw, her neck, biting and sucking until I hit her collarbone.
She moans, her body arching into mine, begging for more.
I release her wrists, my hands sliding down to grip her arse, lifting her.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, holding on tight.
“Ciar,” she breathes into my ear, her voice a plea. “Fuck me.”
I growl, spinning us around and pressing her back against the other wall, the water cascading over us.
I reach between us and grip my cock. She’s so fucking ready, so wet and hot.
I slam into her, and she cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders.
She’s so fucking tight, so hot, that it takes every ounce of control not to come right then and there.
I grit my teeth, holding back the urge to pound into her like an animal.
She deserves better. She deserves everything.
I move, slow and deep, feeling every inch of her around me. Her moans echo in the small space, full of pleasure that drives me wild. I can feel her heart racing against mine, her breath hot on my neck. She’s everything I never knew I needed, and I’m never letting her go.
“Ciar,” she gasps, her body trembling as I bury myself deep inside her. “More. Please.”
I growl, picking up the pace. My hips slam against hers, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. She takes it all, her body meeting mine with force. It’s a dance, a battle, a claiming that leaves us both breathless and desperate.
Her nails rake down my back, leaving trails of fire that only spur me on. I want her marks on me, her scent on my skin, her taste in my mouth. I want every fucking part of her.
I reach between us, finding her clit and circling it with my thumb.
She cries out, her pussy convulsing around me as I drive her higher, closer to the edge.
I can feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around my cock in a way that makes me groan loudly.
I grit my teeth, holding back my climax, determined to draw this out, to make her come again before I let go.
Her moans turn to screams, her body shaking as she comes hard around me, her orgasm ripping through her like a fucking hurricane.
I grunt, feeling her milk my cock, the sensation so intense it’s almost painful.
I slow my thrusts, letting her ride out the wave, but I don’t stop.
I can’t. I need to feel her come again. I need to feel her lose control completely.
Her head lolls back against the tiles, her eyes fluttering closed as she pants, her body slick with sweat and water.
I lean in, biting down on her shoulder, marking her as mine.
She moans, the sound vibrating through her chest and into mine.
“You’re not done yet,” I growl against her ear and push open the shower door.
Dripping wet, I walk her to the bed and throw her down.
She bounces, her tits jiggling as I push her legs wide open.
Dropping to my knees as I pull her to the edge of the bed, she gasps when I swirl my fingers through her cum and push it back inside her before rising and looming over her.
“Good girl.” I grip her ankles and slam back inside her, enjoying her scream of pleasure.
I hear the bedroom door open and look over to see Axl and Cillian ready to join in the show.
I grin down at her. “You ready for all of us?”
She nods, her eyes wide. I see the hunger flare in her eyes as Axl and Cillian step into the room, their presence filling the space with an electric charge.
She’s ready for this, ready for us. I can feel it in the way her body tenses under my hands, the way her breath hitches in her throat.
“You want this, don’t you? You want all of us. ”
She nods, a small, desperate jerk of her head. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown with a mix of lust and nerves. I can see the pulse fluttering in her neck, the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing grows more ragged. She’s a live wire, sparking with anticipation.
I look at Axl and Cillian, a silent communication passing between us. This is new territory for all of us. We’ve shared everything else—blood, violence, secrets. Sharing her feels like the natural next step, a dark promise finally fulfilled.
Axl moves first, circling around to the other side of the bed, his eyes never leaving Sorcha’s body.
He reaches out, his hand tracing a slow, deliberate path up her thigh, over her hip, and across her stomach.
His touch is light, almost reverent, but it leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Sorcha shivers, her eyes fluttering closed as she arches into his touch.
With a final thrust, I dump my cum inside with a low growl, flooding her.
I pull out and watch as Cillian takes my place, settling between her thighs.
He doesn’t waste time on gentleness, doesn’t ask permission.
He just grips her hips and pushes inside her with one brutal thrust that makes her cry out.
I watch her face, watch the way her eyes roll back, the way her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure.
“Fuck,” Cillian growls, his voice rough with need. “She’s so fucking perfect.”