Page 98 of Midnight of Ashes
A strangled sound left my throat as my back arched, my head falling back against Cáel’s chest.
Knox was on my other breast in a flash. His lips closed around my nipple, teasing and toying.
The sensations of Knox and Cillian were so different. The different tempos and techniques had my body going haywire.
“Please,” I rasped.
“So beautiful when you beg,” Cáel growled.
His arm came around me, his hand sliding into my sweats and panties. He let out a snarl. “Fucking soaked.”
His fingers stroked me with ease, sending a new wave of sensation through me.
Cáel slid two fingers inside me as his thumb circled my clit.
“More,” I demanded.
He added a third finger as Cillian’s teeth grazed my nipple and Knox sucked deep.
I cried out, my orgasm coming fast and hard, nearly taking me to my knees.
Cáel’s fingers pumped inside me, drawing out my shattering. There was so much feeling. Everywhere. All around me.
I struggled for breath as I came down, but Cillian had already dropped to his knees. He tugged off my sweats and panties, sending them flying. Then he was on his feet again. “Tell us we can have you,” he gritted out.
There was only one answer. “I’m yours.”
Cillian’s shorts were gone in a flash, and I could feel Cáel press in behind me. His fingers dipped between my legs, gathering the wetness and spreading it over himself. Then his cock was nestling between my ass cheeks. My gaze flicked to the side as Knox bent, pulling his shorts free. His dick was hard, standing rigid against his belly.
How could I want all of them this much? It seemed like a physical impossibility. Yet there was no denying it. The need for each of them was a different color, a different texture. But each one was equally potent.
Cillian’s large frame engulfed mine. “Tell me you’re ready.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He slammed into me. The force made my eyes water. Holy hell, it was everything I needed.
That desperation reminded me how wanted I truly was.
Cillian thrust in and out as Cáel’s tip teased my ass. As Cill retreated, Cáel pushed in.
I cried out. So full. It was as if they were imprinting themselves on my very bones.
Knox stroked himself, a bead of pre-cum glistening on his tip.
I needed him, too. Was desperate for him.
I reached out a hand, taking his length and stroking.
Cillian growled low. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. All of yours.”
His eyes were black again as he thrust impossibly deeper. Tears leaked out of my eyes with the force of sensation. Cáel met him thrust for thrust.
Cillian’s canines elongated. “I can feel him pushing me out, demanding I take you deeper.”
“Please,” I begged.
