“I want it.” The words tore from my throat. “Please. God?—”
He withdrew the massager, and I sobbed at the emptiness, but only for a moment.
First, the cool lube drizzled on my entrance, then the head of his cock pressed against it—thick and hot. He pushed forward, and I stretched around him, opening,yielding. The burn was sharper than before, but beneath it was the spark of sensation, building as he pressed deeper.
“Breathe,” he murmured. “Let me in.”
I willed my body to relax, and he slid deeper. Inch by inch, filling me, stretching me as I’d never experienced. When he bottomed out, his hips flush with my arse, I felt impossibly full. Claimed. Complete.
“Mine,” he groaned. “Both of you are mine.”
Then he thrust.
The first punched a groan from my chest. He’d angled himself perfectly—every stroke dragged across my prostate, sending lightning through my veins. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel him taking me, owning me.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Stroke yourself while I fuck you.”
My hand wrapped around my erection—finally, finally—and I stroked in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Pleasure built, spiraling higher and higher until I couldn’t tell where one ended and another began.
“Now.”He stuttered with his own approaching climax. “Come now.”
An orgasm crashed through me like nothing I’d ever experienced. My body seized. The world went bright, and I jerked as I spilled over my fist and onto the bed. Kiernan’s thrusts stuttered, he buried himself deep, and the pulse of his release vibrated inside me as he came.
For several heartbeats, we barely breathed.
Then he eased out gently, rolled me over, and collapsed between me and Ophelia. His hand found mine, then hers, linking the three of us together.
I was drifting toward sleep when Kiernan’s mobile buzzed on the nightstand.
He reached for it lazily, still half-tangled with us. But the moment he read the screen, he went rigid.
“Kiernan?” My voice was thick with exhaustion. “What is it?”
He was already out of bed, pulling on his trousers. “Remain here. Do not leave this room.”
He was gone in an instant, leaving us staring at each other in confusion.
15
KIERNAN
Apackage arrived, my lord. Hand-delivered. Urgent.
I read it twice, then glanced at Oliver and Ophelia, who were still tangled together on my bed. Oliver’s eyes were closed. His breathing was deep and even, and one arm lay across Ophelia’s waist. Her dark hair spread across the pillow like silk, and she watched me with quiet curiosity.
Mere moments ago, I’d been inside Oliver for the first time. Had felt him come apart beneath me and heard him cry out my name like a prayer.
Ophelia’s eyes were bright with tears and desire and joy as she watched us.
Then, I felt as though I had everything. Dread settled over me as my gut told me how naive I’d been to believe that was possible.
“Kiernan? What is it?” Oliver asked.
“Remain here,” I snapped. “Do not leave this room.”
Ophelia’s brow creased. “Is everything all right?”
After pulling my trousers and shirt on—not bothering with buttons—I left without responding.
