Page 155 of Quiet Obsession
He keeps rubbing those slow circles, prolonging the orgasm that breaks my vision out in white spots. It takes a long, silent moment before he grabs my jaw, tilts it his way, and closes my lips with his.
“Feeling better?” he asks, nose skimming along my cheek, up to my temple. “Or do you want to be a bad girl again and beg me to share you?”
I swallow hard, eyes cutting to Noah. He’s perfectly still, watching Creed like he can’t believe what he just heard.
“Fuck, Millie,” Creed snaps, his head falling to mine. “You’re really pushing it. I don’t fucking share. You’re mine.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Say it. Beg, baby.”
My heart jumps to my throat. I’m still not sure if this is real, but even if it’s only a dream, I want more.
“I’m yours, but...please... just once?”
Creed cups my pussy, breathing hard against the side of my face, every muscle taut. Shit, that was a bad idea. What the hell was I thinking? He’s the most possessive, territorial man I know; of course, he’d hate this idea.
“You’re shaking,” he says, draping his arm over my ribs as he pulls me closer. “Too late to take that back now. Fuck... you have no idea how much I love you.”
“I love you more.”
I feel him smile against my cheek, then he moves his head and I inch away until I see him look at Noah.
“She’s mine,” he says, his fingers roving my soakedpussy. “Don’t kiss her. And you better be careful because if I see her grimace, I’m removing your fucking spine.”
Noah frowns but it doesn’t detract from the desire written all over his face. His muscles flex when he brings the bottle to his lips, draining the contents, eyes on Creed.
“She’s yours,” he says. “But you’re not the only one who cares about her. I won’t hurt her.” He looks at me next. “Are you sure you want this, Millie?”
I glance at Creed. “Only if you’re still mine after.”
“I’ll always be yours, baby.”
“And me?” I press, my pulse flying so fast it whooshes in my ears. “Will I be yours?”
“Always.” He kisses my forehead. “If you want us both, I’ll allow it. But only once. Just to sate that little curiosity of yours.Neveragain, understood?”
I nod, looking back to Noah. “Please?”
He sets his beer aside and turns fully my way. “What’s your safe word, beautiful?”
“Raven.”
“Raven,” he repeats. “Good. Use it if you want me to stop. Don’t hesitate, Millie. If you’re overwhelmed or uncomfortable, use the safe word.”
His eyes bore into mine, which roll back as Creed massages my clit, and I’m already slick again, waiting for more. He starts moving us again, but Noah’s not happy about something, his eyebrows drawing together.
“Millie,” he presses. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes, use the safe word.”
“Good girl,” Creed says, his feet landing on the floor.
My panties fall to my ankles, and I wiggle my feet until they’re gone. Creed grabs my thighs, moving my legs over his and spreads his knees, baring me open.
I’m half lying over his chest, his strong arm banded around my waist, the other firmly gripping my hip.
“Noah here has a reputation,” he says in my ear. “Rumor has it, his tongue is fucking magic. Must be the piercing.”
