I looked at all three of them, Nox flushed and smirking beneath me, Bishop watching with fire in his eyes, Eamon already reaching for me again, and I felt the low ache in my belly tighten.
We still had hours left on the water.
And I had time.
I stayed straddled over Nox for a moment longer, just breathing him in, his heartbeat steady under my palm. The amused gleam still lingered in his dark eyes, and his hands grasped my hips like he didn’t quite want to let go.
I leaned in and kissed him again, softer this time. When I pulled back, his expression was loose, unguarded in a way he rarely let anyone see.
Behind me, Eamon shifted, fingers brushing my spine with a touch so careful it made me shiver. I turned toward him and met his gaze. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
His kiss was slower this time. It was less about urgency, and more about tasting me. Every brush of his fingers at my back,every sound he made low in his throat, lit me up from the inside out.
“You’re addictive,” I whispered when we broke apart.
“You’re my everything,” he said, voice ragged, and that undid me more than anything else could have.
I felt movement beside us, and turned to find Bishop sitting closer now, his posture still composed, but his eyes never left mine. I reached for him, hand outstretched.
He caught it and pulled me into his lap.
My legs draped over his thighs as I settled against him. He held me there, one arm wrapped firmly around my waist, the other cupping my jaw. He studied my face for a long moment, his thumb stroking my cheekbone.
“You look at me like you’re trying to solve a puzzle,” I said, my breath catching.
“I’m just memorizing what’s mine,” he whispered, his voice growing huskier by the second.
My heart stuttered.
He leaned in and kissed me then. His tongue swept into my mouth and I melted against him, my hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, my breath caught in my throat.
When the kiss was over, my lips were swollen, and my body was humming with a need that bordered on desperation. I stared up at him, dazed, as my lips parted.
A low growl rumbled in Bishop’s chest. His hands shifted, one sliding down to grip my hip, pulling me tighter against him, grinding my pussy against the hard length of him. Igasped at the feel of it, biting my lip as a surge of desire hurtled straight down to my clit.
“You’re so responsive, my mate,” he hummed against my lips. “One little touch and you’re already soaking wet for us, aren’t you?”
I could only whimper, my body rocking towards him, seeking more of that delicious friction.
His grip on my hip tightened. “You want me to touch you again?”
My answer was a longmmmmm.
“Ask for it,” he commanded. “Tell us what you need.”
I swallowed hard, my gaze flicking from Bishop’s dark eyes to Eamon’s heated stare, then to Nox’s wicked grin. My cheeks flushed with a mixture of arousal and a deep, burning embarrassment.
“I want…” I began, my voice a shaky whisper.
“Louder,” Bishop commanded, his fingers digging into my hip.
I took a shaky breath. “I need you to touch me.”
A satisfied smile spread across Bishop’s face. “Good girl. Now turn around and grind that pretty ass against my cock.”
I did as he instructed and as soon as I was settled, his hand slid from my hip to my thigh, then pushed between my legs. His fingers found my slick heat with unerring accuracy, the rough pad of one finger circling over my panties with a pressure that made my toes curl. Without delay, Nox’s fingers wound around my underwear and yanked them down, baring me from the waist down. Bishop’s hand immediatelyreturned between my thighs, circling over top of my clit and driving me crazy with need.
I arched against him, my head falling against his shoulder as intense fiery pleasure shot through me.
