Page 58 of Shattered Veil
I’m overwhelmed with sensation - Callen’s thick cock pounding into me, Tiernan’s length sliding between my lips, Rory’s shaft throbbing in my hand. The blindfold heightens every touch, every sound. I’m drowning in pleasure, consumed by their passion.
Callen thrusts more forcefully, his hands gripping my hips.“Brigid, you feel amazing,” he groans.“So wet and tight for us.”
I moan around Tiernan’s cock, my hips rocking to meet Callen’s thrusts. The rope of pleasure in my core winds tighter and tighter.
“That’s it,” Rory encourages, his voice rough with arousal.“Let go for us, love. We want to feel you come.”
His words push me over the edge. I cry out around Tiernan’s length, my body shaking as I clench rhythmically around Callen, coming hard.
“Fuck!” Callen shouts, his hips stuttering as he follows me over the edge. The feeling of him pulsing inside me prolongs my own climax.
Tiernan groans, thrusting deeper into my mouth.“That’s it, take it all,” he orders. His cock swells on my tongue before he comes with a deep groan, spilling down my throat. I swallow eagerly, savoring his taste.
Rory’s hand speeds up over mine, his breathing ragged.“Brigid, fuck,” he pants. Warm wetness splashes across my breasts as he finds his release.
For a moment, the room is filled with nothing but our heavy breathing. Then gentle hands remove my blindfold. I blink, adjusting to the light. Three pairs of eyes gaze down at me with a mix of lust and tenderness that makes my heart clench.
Callen pulls out slowly, and I make a noise in my throat at the loss. He presses a soft kiss on my inner thigh, next to where Rory marked me, before moving up to lie beside me. Rory and Tiernan settle on my other side.
“That was...” I trail off.
“Fucking amazing,” Rory finishes, nuzzling my neck.
“Incredible,” Tiernan agrees, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip.
Callen props himself up on one elbow, his blue eyes intense as he studies my face.“Are you alright, darling? We didn’t hurt you, did we?”
I shake my head, touched by his concern. Not an emotion one often sees from Callen.“No, I’m perfect. That was... god, I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
Those full, perfect lips smile dangerously.“Good. Because we’re far from done with you.”
A shiver of anticipation runs through me at his words. I should feel satiated, but instead I find myself craving them again, wanting more.
Tomorrow I face the Harrowing, but right now I never want this night to end.
Rory’s hand slides up my ribcage to cup my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple.“What do you say, love? Ready for round two?”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Brigid
The wind howls, whipping my hair across my face as I stand on this godforsaken floating platform. My heart’s trying to break free from my ribcage, and I can’t stop my eyes from darting to the dizzying drop below. Grimstone’s gothic spires look like jagged teeth ready to devour me if I fall.
“Fuck,” I mutter, hugging myself tighter against the biting cold. The platform sways, and my stomach lurches.“This is insane.”
I close my eyes, desperately reaching for a moment of calm. The memory of this morning envelopes me—the warmth of Callen’s bed, muscular arms draped over me.
“Coffee?” Callen’s sleepy voice echoes in my mind.
I’d barely managed a grunt, and had buried my face in his chest, inhaling his scent. Then Rory and Tiernan had snuggled in, and we were a tangle of limbs and body heat.
“You’re safe,” Tiernan had murmured, as his fingers had trailed down my spine.
Rory’s lips had brushed my forehead.“We’ve got you, love.”
I’m reliving it in my head when a gust of wind nearly knocks me off my feet, snapping me back to this hellish reality. My eyes fly open, and I stumble, barely catching myself.
I glance at the other contestants, their faces mirrors of my own terror and determination. I wonder if we’re all thinking the same thing. One thought is in my mind now: How the fuck are we supposed to get down from here?
