Page 72 of Her Irish Treasures
Safer than I’d ever been in my entire life.
My lingering uncertainty and tension melted away. Unlike before when I was with my ex, I would remember everything from this moment. Every precious second was unforgettable. The deep grooves in Aidan’s forehead from his usual scowl, the burning lust in his eyes. The light, teasing stroke of leather between my breasts as Keane stroked me. The slide of Warwick’s silken hair against my cheek, smelling of the flowers and lush trees of his home in Faerie.
They weren’t going to hurt me and then wipe my mind later. Despite the blazing heat in their eyes, they weren’t going to feed on me.
“Are you sure?” Keane drawled as he stretched out beside my knees. Close enough that I could feel his breath tickling my bare thighs. “Because I’m ready to feast.”
I hadn’t meant to broadcast that thought. Evidently our connection was getting stronger, more effortless. Or maybe I just trusted them more as I healed from the past. Without the changeling’s darkness spreading inside me.
“That’s a fine idea.” Aidan lifted his arms and folded his hands behind his head casually. As if he was settling back to binge a new show on Netflix. “See how many times you can make her come.”
Rising on his elbow, Keane dropped soft, gentle kisses on my stomach. My muscles twitched, making me jerk involuntarily against Warwick’s hold. Pausing, Keane looked up at me, checking in. Making sure I was okay. Now that I was more aware of our connection, I could feel their presence hovering in my head. Not to listen to my thoughts, not exactly. Just making sure that I was okay. More than okay. That I was enjoying every single touch.
Heat radiated from the spot he’d kissed, sinking deeper through layers of skin and muscle. Almost like a drug in my bloodstream. Liquifying everything it touched.
His lips quirked into a smug, sensual grin. “Would you like another hit?”
I’d known his kiss was powerful, but it hadn’t dawned on me that he could kiss me anywhere and send that kind of energy pulsing through my body. If he ever put his mouththere…
My eyes squeezed shut and I shuddered, almost coming at the thought.
“Exactly,” he whispered. “Especially if I take off the gloves.”
A ragged, whimpery sigh tore out of my throat.
“Was that aye? I think that was aye.”
I somehow managed to nod my head, even though my brain had already turned to mush.
Warwick released my hands, picked me up, and set me down over the top of Keane’s face. My eyes flared wide. I sucked in a deep, desperate breath, like one final gasp for air before my head sank beneath the waves.
His lips closed around my clit, the epicenter of a massive climax that tore through my body. My lungs seized. Everything clenched down hard. Jerking and trembling under the assault, I still somehow managed to lock gazes with Aidan.
Who watched me thrash and flail like a starving wolf, waiting for his turn to feast.
Hands stroked over my body, spreading delicious heat. Bringing every inch of my skin to life. The rasp of leather, distinct from bare skin. Warwick’s palm on my throat again, holding me upright. Keeping me from falling forward. Panting, I tried to lift off of Keane’s face, to give us both a little breathing room, but he gripped my thighs, pulling me down harder. His tongue stroked and swirled, sending another wave of climax rolling through me.
The same. Another. I wasn’t sure. It didn’t seem to end, an endless, rhythmic rolling tide that lifted me higher and higher. I struggled against their grip. Trying to get away. Trying to get more. I wasn’t sure. Sensation poured through me, surely too much to bear. Sweat dripped in my eyes. My thighs ached. My lungs burned. Yet my aching core squeezed tighter.
“Please,” I gasped out. Not even sure what I was begging for.
Warwick leaned me forward. “Hold on for dear life, love.”
I seized handfuls of bedding, twisting my fists for leverage. Not sure whether I needed to try and drag myself to Aidan, or shove back down Keane’s body so I could take him inside.
Kneading my ass in both hands, Warwick pushed inside me on a long, smooth thrust to the hilt. While Keane sucked my clit into the heat of his wicked mouth. He breathed a long pulse of molten heat into me, another magical wave that crashed through me. Screaming, I buried my face in the sheet, bucking and shuddering in agonizing bliss.
Warwick leaned down over me, fisting his hand in my hair. Pinning my head down against the bed, which lifted my ass up higher. He thrust again, an endless stroke that made my writhe and sweat and babble incoherently. More. Enough. Please.
“Luck me,” Warwick growled against my ear. “Which is it? Are you wanting us to stop?”
“Harder.” I heard the word come out of my mouth but it didn’t sound like me.
He laughed roughly. “Aye, love, with pleasure.”
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