Page 65 of Twilight of Embers
My breaths came quicker, and I was struggling to keep hold of each inhale.
“Different?” It was the only word I could seem to get out with my body going haywire under Cillian’s touch.
He leaned closer, curving his body around mine so I was engulfed. His head dropped to my ear. “What do you think it would be like to have five men devoted to your every need?”
Cillian’s fingers skimmed along my waist, tracing some sort of intricate design. My core tightened, and each exhale left me in a sort of pant.
“Every want?” he pushed, his lips skimming my ear.
My mind swam with possibilities and images. Every part of my body flushed hot as I tried to get my brain to function properly. “Easton and Maddox don’t even like me.”
Cillian chuckled darkly, the vibrations sweeping through me. “Oh, they like you, Little Flame. They just don’t want to let themselves.”
My breaths came faster, in quick pants.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he said, his thigh sliding between my legs, the friction almost making me cry out. “They have their reasons. But they won’t be able to resist for long.”
Cillian’s thigh shifted as he moved our bodies to the beat. I couldn’t help the soft mewl that escaped my lips.
He growled in my ear in response. “So sensitive.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to get my body under control. “Does Knox know?”
Cillian pulled back a fraction, his eyes hooded. “Does he know that I’m going to take you to bed sometime soon and fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days? Yes, Little Flame, he does. And he likes it.”
My lips parted on a gasp. It was the kind of statement that should’ve deserved a slap, but instead, I felt wetness gather between my thighs.
Cillian’s hand lifted to my face, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “You like that idea.”
“I-I don’t know.”
His lips did twitch now. “Your body likes it. I can smell you, Little Flame. And I can’t wait to shove my face between those pretty thighs and eat you until you scream.”
My core spasmed as my mind filled with that image.
“Cillian,” I breathed.
A hand tapped on Cillian’s shoulder, and he whirled, a snarl on his face. “What?”
The man paled but moved in closer to whisper in his ear.
The expression on Cillian’s face went even more thunderous, but he jerked his head in a nod and then turned back to me. His hands came to my face, tender this time. “I have to go.”
My mind whirled. He was going to drop these bombs, turn my body up to eleven, and then just leave?
Cillian seemed to read my thoughts. “I’m sorry. I’d stay if I could. I’d drag you into that back hall and make you come on my fingers.”
Another spasm, low and vicious.
“Soon, Little Flame. Soon.”
And then he was gone.
I stood in the middle of the dance floor, unmoving. I wasn’t sure just how long I stayed there. A couple knocked into me, finally jerking me out of my stupor. I had no idea where the girls I’d come here with were. Hell, they’d probably already ditched.
I wove my way through the crowd. They didn’t part for me the way they had for Cillian. I was jostled and bumped but finally made it to the outskirts of the dance floor. The moment I did, a hand closed around my arm and tugged me hard.
I readied my defensive strike but relaxed the moment I saw it was Delaney.
