Page 38 of Shamrocked
I loosened my fierce leg-grip and he sank his teeth into my thigh, his mouth wide, biting hard enough to leave the indention of his teeth in my skin. So then Ivarr and Doran both pressed their teeth into my breasts. Not as hard, but definitely enough to make me shudder and hurt my own ear drums again. I gripped the back of Doran’s neck and tugged until he looked up at me. “Please, I need you.”
Aidan immediately stepped back so Doran could stand between my thighs. But his fucking jeans were still on. Still zipped.
As soon as I thought it, Warwick waved a finger and Doran’s clothes disappeared.
“Thank you,” I whispered. Looking at him took my breath away. He’d had a hard life. You could tell from all the scars on his body. His face had been smashed or beaten, his shoulder was scarred, an ugly puckered scar on his side that looked like an arrow or sword had sank through him. Not to mention all the cuts, scrapes, and claw marks that crisscrossed his body in old, thin, white scars. Yet he was Stoneheart, the formidable Stone of Destiny that led the four great treasures of Ireland. And he was mine. All mine.
“Let me guess. All those scratches are from your previous treasurekeepers, because I’m pretty sure I’m going to leave marks on your back when you finally get inside me.”
He gripped his magnificent cock and gave himself a slow pump, watching the way I licked my lips. “Tear me up if you’d like, love, but I can promise you that not a one of these scars is from any previous treasurekeeper. Except this one.”
He briefly touched his left pectoral muscle, but I didn’t see any scar there.
“You, Riann. You have left a deep wound in my heart that only you can fill. You found me when everyone else had given up. When countless others failed. You went against my own friends and bent them to your will in order to save me. You painted day and night, fighting your own exhaustion to find me. So if you have any wish at all, I will meet that need, or die trying.”
My bottom lip trembled, but I managed to say, “I have a wish.”
His eyes flared with intensity and he stepped closer, leaning down over me. “Aye, love, what is it?”
“I want to see the rest of my treasures jacking off while you fuck me. And then I want Keane to kiss me so we all come together at the same time.”
Doran tugged my ass closer to him, his eyes blazing with heat. “That can be arranged, love. Lads, you heardmo stór.”
Their clothes disappeared in a flash of green magic, giving my eyes a feast of powerful, muscled men. Aidan had full-color sleeves tattooed on both of his biceps down to his wrists. Ivarr had roses and skulls inked across his chest, with a heavy sword that looked like it’d pierced his heart. Only instead of blood, rays of light burned from the wound. I turned my head to see what Keane had tattooed, but at first glance I didn’t see any. He turned around enough to flash a gorgeous colorful back tattoo, so intricate that it’d take hours to explore it all. Something I intended to do at my leisure.
Aidan shot a glare at Warwick. “That’s my favorite leather jacket. I had best get it back.”
“Not if I’m keeping it,” I told him.
He leaned closer, a snarl twisting his lips. “Do you think I’d give you the jacket off my back?” I nodded and dropped my gaze to his dick. He huffed out a laugh. “Right, yeah, so I would.”
“Warwick? Do you have any tattoos?”
“Fae skin doesn’t take to ink, sadly.”
It dawned on me that I wouldn’t be able to see him. Not if he was behind the bar. “Can you come around where I can see you?”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Suddenly my head popped up, supported on his chest. He lay flat on his back on top the bar perpendicular to me. And yeah, turning my head, I could watch the way his long, graceful fingers stroked over his erection.
Doran made a low sound that drew my gaze back to him. “Are we all arranged to your satisfaction, love?”
My cheeks colored, and I nodded, reaching up as he came down to me so I could entwine my arms around his neck. “Does this bother you?”
He frowned. “This?”
“Um… Having them all here. So I can watch them.”
A smile broke the grim lines of his face and he reached down to position himself. He rubbed his dick against me, making sure to nudge my swollen clit. My legs trembled, my breath catching in my throat. “Never. You’re the conduit, our hub. It’s only natural that we center around you every chance we get.”
He sank into me, taking his time, thrusting only an inch or so, before easing back out. I wanted him, definitely, but I hadn’t had a man of such size before. After coming twice already, my clit was so damned sensitive that I couldn’t stay still. By the time he was balls deep, I was the one sweating and shaking, when he’d been imprisoned for hundreds of years.
He lowered his chest against me, bracing one forearm on top of Warwick beside my head. “I’ve had lifetimes to lie in darkness and plot all the wicked pleasures I’d give the lucky treasurekeeper who managed to free me. Granted, I didn’t expect she’d be able to bring Greenshanks to heel, but aye, you did, and here he is, lying beneath us both.”
“What kind of wicked pleasures?”
He slowly pulled out of me, making me writhe and gasp and quiver all over again. “Look at your treasures, love. Look at the way they stare at you, wishing they were inside you. Wishing we could all be inside you at once. Aching to come in you. On you. Marking you as ours. Would you like that, love?”
I liked it so much that I couldn’t even manage to nod my head. I couldn’t think. Not with Doran thrusting back inside me. Warwick’s stomach lifted in a slow roll, his fingers working his dick so close to me. Keane’s breathing, already ragged, his eyes glowing with heat as he came closer, hoping for that kiss. His eyes locked on my mouth.
