Page 97 of Midnight of Ashes
I shook my head. “I invaded his privacy.”
Cillian studied me for a moment. “And now you’re aching.”
It wasn’t a question, and I sure as hell wasn’t about to admit to that.
He dropped his hold on my wrist, his fingers ghosting over the apex of my thighs.
It didn’t matter that I was wearing sweatpants. I felt that touch like Cillian’s fingers were skimming across my bare skin. Heat pooled low as my nipples pebbled against the cotton of my tank top.
“What do you need, Little Flame?” Cillian rasped. “Tell us and we’ll give it to you.”
My heart hammered harder against my ribs as Knox and Cáel moved even closer.
Cáel rounded me, sweeping the hair away from my neck and letting his lips skim from earlobe to shoulder. “Tell us, Little One.”
My core constricted, pulsing with the need to be filled. I wanted to feel them filling me. Wanted their hands and mouths and cocks.
“I want everything,” I whispered.
“Be. More. Specific,” Cillian gritted out.
My eyes flashed. “You. All of you. Touching me. Making me come. Releasing all this need inside me.”
It was then I realized just how desperate I was for them. I needed the intensity we shared to burn away everything that had happened over the past forty-eight hours. I wanted to forget. To lose myself in sensation. To push myself to the limits of what I could handle to remind myself I was alive.
Knox lifted a hand, palming my breast. “You heard her. Let’s give our girl what she needs.”
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HAYDEN
My breath hitched as Knox circled my nipple through the thin cotton of my tank. I could feel the roughness of his fingertip even through the material. I wanted more. Needed more.
Cillian’s eyes were hooded as his hand slipped under my tank. “Tell us now, Hayden. Soft and sweet or hard and claiming?”
Wetness gathered between my thighs. “Hard. Claiming.”
My voice didn’t sound like my own. It was raw with need. Desperate.
Cillian’s eyes bled to black, and his finger squeezed my side. “Good answer. I’ve missed playing with my Little Flame.”
A shiver racked through me. Not one of fear or discomfort but one of anticipation. My body knew the promise of what was to come.
Cáel sucked hard on my neck, and I knew he’d leave a bruise, but I didn’t give a damn. The pull of his mouth on my skin had a mirroring sensation between my thighs.
“Cáel,” I breathed.
He growled against my skin, sending tiny vibrations through me.
“Her shirt, Cáel,” Cillian commanded.
A second later, I felt claws at the back of my neck. One hooked in my tank top and slid down in one fluid motion. The tearing sound filled the room.
Knox grabbed hold of the fabric and tossed it to the floor.
Cillian stared at my chest as if transfixed. “Knew those pretty little nipples were bare under there. Was staring at them all through the movie. Wanted to suck on them until you came fast and hard.”
My breaths came quicker as Cillian leaned down and took a peak into his mouth. He didn’t ease it in. He sucked hard and deep.
