Page 94 of Her Irish Bears


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Fuck me…

Wishing it was me, I took my cock in hand again to make another deposit in the simmering pot of self-pity stew.

SADIE

I’d hated the High King so much six days ago, but I felt nothing but grateful when he fell back on top of my back and rutted me again, until another orgasm shuddered through my body.

But this time, when he pulled away, the need immediately flared up again. Almost worse than before.

And the strawberry scent I’d grown sick of… sprayed the air once more.

CIAN

The now-familiar slap of Tadhg trying to give himself relief filled Sadie’s room. My cock spasmed painfully inside my boxer briefs, wanting me to do the same.

But I refused to abandon my analysis.

On screen, Sadie had come, and then Declan right after. Her orgasms triggered his. That much had remained consistent over the past five days.

What had started as hate sex had become the High King making up for lost time.

But this session had come only forty-five minutes after the last one.

Which had been just an hour after the one before that.

As I suspected, the time between her estrus spikes was contracting.

Declan collapsed beside her. Spent.

But Sadie’s hips kept rocking back and forth over the nest of king robes, coats, and priceless tapestries she was dripping all over—even though Declan had just serviced her.

The slapping sounds abruptly stopped.

And Tadhg asked, “Is she…?”

Yes. She was.

I rose to my feet, my protect(Sadie) protocol fully engaged, and headed toward the door.

SADIE

The world was only fire. I couldn’t stop my hips from moving back and forth.

Then, suddenly, someone’s hands were on my body. Turning me onto my back to reveal my dripping mound.

“Sadie… Sadie… open your eyes. Look at me, my darling,” a voice said.

A new voice. Gorgeous.

Like black silk sliding over my raw nerves.

But who…?

I opened my eyes and gasped when I saw the Shadow King’s worried face hovering above mine.

“Did you… did you just talk to me?” I asked, wondering if maybe I was hallucinating.

“Yes. You’re in thrall,” he said. “I’d calculated for intervention on Day 7, but your current trajectory suggests system failure long before then.”