Page 60 of Three Irish Kings
“Oh?” She grinds against me as I harden beneath her.
I’m still wearing my boxer shorts, but her heat scorches me, and I groan. “If you're tired, we don’t have to?—”
She scoots back on my thighs and frees me again, pumping me to full mast with her small fist.
“Fuck, Isla. Are you sure?”
“Does it feel like I don’t want this?” She takes my hand and shoves it between her legs.
She’s slick already.
I bite my lip as she guides me inside of her. I try my best not to move or twitch my hips up, knowing she’s sore.
She slowly takes me to my hilt, and I let out a low grumbling groan in the back of my throat.
Isla moans as she flutters around me, getting used to me, and I grit my teeth to keep from grabbing onto her hips and slamming into her.
I want to be different with her. I want this to be about her, not me, so I’ll let her lead. For now at least.
Not having tasted her mouth yet, I can’t help but do it now.
I pull her down and kiss her, slow and deep, as she starts to roll her hips.
She tastes like rainwater and the roast beef we ate earlier, and I can’t get enough. It’s distracting me enough that I don’t feel like I'm going to come immediately.
Isla, on the other hand, seems to be reaching her peak quickly, moaning into my mouth. She’s so sensitive, especially after what we just did.
I worry briefly that Dare or Liam will walk in, but a part of me almost hopes they do. A part of me is petty, wants them to see that Isla wants me.
“Oh, Cill,” she cries out as she rolls her hips. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to come so hard.”
I pinch her nipples hard and then lower my hands to hold her in place as I thrust up beneath her, and Isla falls over the edge, clenching around me in rhythm, and crying out her pleasure.
I barely make it, coming right after she does, almost in tandem. It’s probably the most intimate sex I’ve ever had, and I can’t deny that it’s shaken me slightly.
Isla groans, leaning down to kiss my throat, and I shudder as she rolls off me, panting.
“Now do you think you can sleep?” She grins at me, and honestly, I do feel tired.
I pull her closer to me, murmuring against her ear, “I think that did the trick.”
She shivers before putting her head on my chest, throwing a leg over my hip.
I’m usually not much for cuddling, but I have to admit there is something about being here like this with her that calms me down. A peace I’ve never known blankets me.
Maybe this is why people have those things called relationships. Maybe it isn’t such a bad thing.
But what do I do about the two other men who shared her bed with me, my brother and my best friend?
Chapter Seventeen
ISLA
When I wake up alone,I feel confused and discombobulated. The moment I open my eyes, though, I remember where I am—Liam and Cillian’s childhood home.
I was taken against my will by men who thought I was someone else, had to fight for my life as I tried to convince them I was the wrong woman, and then somehow the three men who took me made love to me.
I can’t believe I agreed to be their pet, but honestly, what choice did I have? It was either that or death.
