Page 37 of Shamrocked
“Your Highness, Warwick Greenshanks, Prince of the Summer Isle, would you be so kind as to dressmo stórin something more… accessible?”
Prince leprechaun? I looked over my shoulder and he bowed low, though his emerald eyes remained locked to mine. “It will be my great pleasure, Your Highness, Doran Stoneheart, Prince of the Windswept Moors.”
I jerked my head around to search Doran’s face. “You’re a prince too?”
“We all are,” Ivarr said. “Except Aidan. He’s actually King of the Fallen Dells.”
Aidan grunted sourly. “They’re called the Fallen Dells for a reason. There’s no kingdom left. Balor destroyed it all thousands of years ago.”
Before I could ask the other two guys what their formal names were, Warwick snapped his fingers.
I suddenly found myself sitting bare-ass naked on top of the bar, except for the emerald-green corset top I’d worn the first night I found my way intoShamrocked. I reflexively started to close my thighs and cross my arms over myself, shocked and yeah, embarrassed. But Doran was sitting between my thighs already, and I didn’t want him to think I was afraid. I wasn’t, at all. But it was one thing to flirt and tease and kiss, and entirely different to suddenly be so exposed in front of five men. One of which I’d only known in my dreams. Besides, I wasn’t exactly one-hundred-percent confident in my own body. Being married to a passive-aggressive asshole had put a dent in my confidence. I was too short, too chunky—
“Now that is a sight worth enduring a dark curse for hundreds of years,” Doran whispered, his voice a low, deep rumble that made me shiver. He caught my hand and lifted my trembling fingers to his mouth, pressing a kiss on each fingertip. “May I treasure you, love?”
Oh, fuck, his voice. So deep and growly, goosebumps raced down my arms. But he waited. Looking at my breasts lifted up by the corset, down my nipped-in waist, and finally settling on my pussy, open and bare, and yeah, aching with need. I was wet and more than eager. I just hadn’t expected to end up on top of the bar with them all looking at me.
My cheeks blazed but I glanced over to see the other guys’ reaction. Ivarr leaned back against the bar, putting his impressive package on display like Aidan had that day at the tattoo parlor. But where Aidan had done it to try and piss me off, Ivarr hoped I’d be tempted to give him a good squeeze while Doran treasured me, whatever the fuck that was.
Keane licked his lips as he circled Doran, coming around to my other side so he could prop an elbow on the bar and look up at me. His hair tumbled down into his eyes, his mouth soft and lush and so damned tempting as he very deliberately stripped off the gloves so he could touch me.
But I wouldn’t need his kiss or his touch to come in record time.
“Um, what doestreasureinvolve?”
If he meant to take his clothes off and fuck me on the bar, I’d be down with that. Even if the others watched. Especially if they watched, even though the thought made me blush.
Doran stood, kicked the barstool out of his way, and dropped to his knees in front of me. “It involves me licking this sweet pussy until you come, while any man of your choice kisses you and touches you. Then Aidan can slide up here and take my place while I kiss you. And then Ivarr and Warwick. Keane’ll go last, because once he touches you with his magic lips, you won’t be able to take more.”
My eyes were probably almost as big a silver dollars and I was pretty sure my mouth hung open.
He leaned toward me, his eyes locked to mine. “After treasuring comes fucking, if you’re up to it, yeah?”
“Yeah.” I swallowed hard, trying to string words together. “Please.”
He cupped my knees and pushed my legs up on the bar, knees bent, opening me fully to him. “Lean back into Warwick, love. He’s got you.”
And so I found myself draped back on top of a lovely old-world bar in a Faerie pub while a gargoyle ate me out and a leprechaun kissed me. Warwick cradled me against him, supporting my head with one hand so I could twist around and reach his mouth. His hair tumbled down over his shoulder to pool on my breasts like black silk. Doran took a deep, broad stroke with his tongue up the full length of my slit, making me arch up off the bar. His hands gripped the backs of my thighs, pushing me wider, holding me still. Just enough force to make me revel in his strength. Like when Ivarr had carried me, I didn’t feel weak or scared or intimidated, even though Doran was holding me down.
I felt…
Treasured.
Doran licked every inch of me—except my clit. He wasn’t a man afraid to get dirty, either. He buried his face against my drenched pussy, using his chin and nose to rub and push on every sensitive inch of me. He slid a thick finger into me and stroked and twisted and pushed harder. Filling me up. Drawing a ragged cry from my lips. I snagged a handful of Warwick’s hair in my left hand and gripped the back of Doran’s head with my other. He finally sucked my clit into his mouth and I lost it. My hips twitched and I shook beneath his mouth, struggling to free my legs. But he kept me spread wide on the bar, my body open so he could plunge his tongue deep. He groaned against me, tasting my cream, and that set off a whole new round of tremors.
Someone lifted my thigh and pushed his shoulders underneath my knee, draping my leg across his back. I forced my eyes open and Aidan flashed a dark, hungry look at me as he lowered his mouth to my flesh. Doran came up on my other side and tugged the corset lower, so he could slip his fingers down inside. He lifted my breasts out, pillowing them on top of the corset.
“Look at yourself, Riann. Look how gorgeous you are. Your nipples are lush and hard, eager for my mouth. Begging me to lose my mind and sink balls deep into you, even though I promised you could have us all treasure you first.”
I looked down my body. My breasts exposed, my nipples rock hard. Aidan between my thighs, ice blue eyes flashing up at me a moment before he sank his tongue deep inside me.
Ivarr moved closer, his eyes shining with his inner light. “May I treasure your nipples,mo stór?”
I groaned, my head dropping back against Warwick.
“Was that aye or nay? Doran?”
Doran laughed and rubbed his face against my left breast, rasping the tender nipple with his stubble. It made me shudder on another cry. Again, as Ivarr leaned in and inhaled my other breast. While Warwick kissed my neck and lightly bit my shoulder. I arched up against Aidan’s mouth and came again, but this time, I yelled so loudly my throat hurt. When I could finally open my eyes, I realized I’d squeezed my thighs around Aidan’s head so hard I’d probably killed him.
