Page 63 of Midnight Queen

This moment between Lor and I is just as fleeting, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the fuck out of it while I have it.

Silas captures my hand in his. He brings it to his mouth and his teeth scrape across my fingertips. “Yes, just like that, look at him while he watches me claim your cunt,” he pauses. “You like his eyes on you?”

I manage a shaky nod. My skin feels too hot between Silas’s touch and Lorcan’s gaze.

“What about you, Lor?” Silas asks, not making any effort to conceal the taunt in his voice. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Lor’s eyes narrow at the back of Silas’s head, the muscle in his jaw flexing as his teeth grind.

Silas drops my hand, only to ensnare my ankles in his grasp. My breath catches in my throat as a strangled moan fights to get free when he changes the angle. He yanks my feet off the table and pulls my legs straight against his chest. His arms wrap around them, keeping them in place as he continues to tunnel into me at a daunting pace.

“I didn’t hear your answer, Lorcan,” he barks harshly, a devious grin forming on his face. “Tell me, is your cock so hard it hurts yet?” Silas looks at me when he asks, “He can’t touch you, but should we allow him to touch himself? Should we let him fist his cock while he watches?”

I swear he’s siphoning all the oxygen out of the room. I can’t breathe when he says things like that to me.

My mouth dries at the thought of Lorcan fucking his hand while Silas fucks me.

A little voice in my head whispers, warning me not to cross the line—that it’s not fair to Lorcan, but at the same time, a louder voice replays Lor’s earlier words to me.

Never again will I deny myself what I want.

That’s what he told me when he explained his outlook on life. If Lorcan didn’t want to be here doing this, he would have left the room. Silas didn’t have to threaten him to enter through that door, he came through voluntarily and he’s staying just the same.

And that’s why I’m confident with my choice when I breathlessly whisper, “Yes.”

Lorcan waits for Silas’s nod of approval before his tattooed hand reaches for the button of his jeans. I can feel his sable eyes on me, but I’m too captivated by how his fingers drag his zipper down. He’s moving at such an unhurried pace, like he simply has all the time in the world.

He tugs at his waistband, pulling his well-worn charcoal jeans farther down. It’s not at all a shock to me to find that the Irishman doesn’t wear any form of underwear. The only thing offering him any coverage are the tattoos that continue well past his pelvic bone.

At the same time Lorcan pulls his impressive length from his pants, Silas’s fingers return to my clit. “Oh fuck,” I hiss. “More.” I’m not sure if I’m asking for more pressure from Silas or if I’m asking Lorcan to do more than stand there.

But I don’t have to wonder long because I get both my wishes. Silas rolls my clit between his fingers, making my hips buck off the desk, and Lorcan finally grips his dick. I watch, completely captivated as his hand with the heart and dagger tattooed on it begins to stroke up and down. Each pass is methodical and measured. Nothing about him is rushed or chaotic.

He’s completely in control.

Meanwhile, I feel like at any second, I’m going to come unraveled from my own skin. Or worse, melt into a puddle of nothingness right here on Silas’s desk. As someone who’s recently faced death, this is a way I wouldn’t mind going out.

Fingers tighten around my jaw, and I’m forced to turn away from Lor. It’s not a complete loss, because the look I find on Silas’s face is just as hot if not hotter.

His black eyes look down at me with hunger I’ve never seen before. “Savor each moment of this, Quincey, because this will never happen again. After this, it will only ever be you and me.”

He forcibly presses two fingers into my mouth without any preamble, cutting off any response I may have had.

I’m entirely thankful he has the wherewithal to not use the finger he’d used to invade my ass. My mind has turned into a needy ball of mush, and I’m no longer capable of thinking clearly.

He pushes them farther down my throat, triggering my gag reflex, but he still doesn’t let up. “Do you wish she was gagging around your cock, Lor?”

“Fuck you, Silas,” Lorcan finally grits out, his voice a deadly growl that sends shivers right to my pussy.

Silas releases his hold on my face, and I return my gaze to Lor. His brown eyes are heavy when they bore into mine, and his hand has picked up its pace. He’s close.

And so am I.

My walls begin to quake around Silas’s length and my breath begins to come in short pants. The pressure that’s building between my thighs is almost unbearable. I’m right there, I just need the final push to fall over the edge of no return.

“Silas,” I plead, knowing he will understand what I need.

“I know,” he grunts. “I’ve got you,Mon Soleil. I’ll take care of you.”

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