Page 88 of Savage Reign

Maverick leaned his weight against the wall, bringing his thumb up to his teeth, not saying anything. I swallowed. Yeah, I wouldn’t be getting help from him.

Killian leaned down and kissed my cheek. I turned to him, leaning up. He took in my silent plea, pressing his lips down on mine and kissing me.

I moaned against him, especially when Silas moved his hands around me, one cupping my breast, fondling me, while the other was cupping me between my legs through the joggers. He played with me through the fabric.

I pushed back, wanting more friction between us as I kissed Killian harder. A small, low growl came from my left, which told me Maverick was enjoying the show.

Hell.

Wetness gushed out of me, pulling me closer to the edge of losing control.

Killian pulled away. “Enough,” he said, sounding almost angry.

I looked up at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Silas, why don’t you help me and take off our little angel's clothes?” Killian said from where he stood.

I bit the inside of my cheek and looked at him. There was a challenge in his eyes, as if daring me to fight him. Fight them. I wasn’t going to do that.

Silas bent down and bit my earlobe. My hands clenched into tight fists from the sensation. Silas let go and blew on the wet skin.

If they were trying to drive me insane, they were succeeding.

“Gladly,” Silas said softly. I didn’t do anything when Silas pulled my shirt up and off me. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my breasts felt heavy.

“Fucking hell,” Killian muttered, grabbing one breast and playing with my nipple. I gasped when he twirled the hardened nub around between his two fingers just as Silas pushed the joggers I was wearing down until they pooled around my ankles.

Killian helped me step out of them before his hand went back to playing with my nipple, his movements getting a little rougher each time until he was clamping down on it.

I whimpered, grabbing ahold of his wrist. He smiled, looking so much like the devil then that I didn’t know whether to run away or get down on my knees to worship him.

“Seems our little angel has a problem keeping her hands to herself,” Maverick said. I glared over at him just as Silas thrummed his fingers over my clit through my panties.

I let out a shuddered breath. There was just so much going on, I didn’t know where to focus.

“She sure does,” Killian said, directing my gaze back to him with his other hand on my cheek.

He plucked my nipple. “How does this feel?”

“Hurts,” I managed to get out.

Killian looked over my head. “Silas?”

Silas pulled my panties off. The cool air teased my sensitive flesh before being replaced by his fingers.

I let out a small whimper as Silas moved his fingers back and forth over my clit, then slid down, dipping two thick fingers inside me. “Wet,” he gritted out.

I pushed my hands up on Killian’s chest, grabbing hold of his shirt when Silas started pumping his fingers in and out of me.

“Please,” I begged.

Silas leaned down closer to me. “That’s right, baby girl. Look at how good you’re being for me. Sucking my fingers inside like this. Fuck, angel. I can feel how wet you are.”

His words worked to drive me higher and higher and higher still.

I tightened my fists into Killian’s shirt and looked up to meet his eyes.

His face was set in harsh lines and dark hunger.

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