Page 110 of Three Irish Kings
“Aye? Because the way you were cuddled up to Cill?—”
She laughs, and I glare at her.
“Don’t make fun of me.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not making fun of you, Dare. I just... it’s funny how this all turned out. How you guys kidnapped me, but now...” She takes a breath, and it’s shaky. “Cuddling with Cill doesn’t mean I want you any less.”
“I saw you first.” It’s petulant and childish, and I know it, but it’s true. Ididsee her first.
She smiles a little. “You called dibs?”
“Not like that.” I huff. “It’s just… I want you to myself,a ghrá.Ever since the moment I saw you?—”
She closes the gap between us and puts her hand on the waistband of my sweats.
“Dare. Stop talking.” She gets on her knees, and I look down at her, flabbergasted.
She can’t possibly be?—
Without another word, Isla tugs down my sweats, and it’s almost embarrassing how fast I harden, just looking down into her eyes, seeing her looking up at me all innocent like my cock isn’t out.
Her small fingers wrap around me, and a low moan comes from my throat.
“I want you, Dare. I always have, since the moment we met.”
My heart melts, and all the jealousy and anger that’ve been simmering inside of me subside. It doesn’t disappear, still there under the surface, but I can breathe easier.
“Aye?”
“Aye.”
Then she takes me into her mouth, sucking on the head before taking me deeper.
I brace my hands behind me on the sink and hiss at the sting of my bruised and bloodied knuckles.
She bobs her head, swirling her tongue around me, and her mouth is so hot and wet I’m gasping before she’s even gotten started.
“Isla.A ghrá.”
She doesn’t stop, and I reach for the back of her head, threading my fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck and tugging lightly.
She moans around me, the sound muffled, and arousal rushes through me, replacing any leftover anger.
“You’re mine, you hear me? You were since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
She moans again, and my breath catches in my throat as my balls draw up.
Isla keeps up the pace, and I can’t seem to stop talking.
“I bet you’re so wet right now. Bet I’d slide right in.”
She can’t take all of me, gagging slightly as she uses her hand to pump my length as she continues.
Tears run from her eyes, and it just makes me hotter, makes me tighten my fingers in her hair, thrusting into her mouth shallowly so that she gags even more.
“Close,a ghrá,”I groan, but it’s too late, I’m already coming, and she gags again, unable to swallow all of it and getting it all over her mouth and chin.
She looks up at me with tearful, hazel eyes, but they’re bright and shining. She loves this as much as I do.
