Bianca laughs and pulls her into a warm hug, her belly getting in the way.
“I missed you so much, Heather.”
When they pull apart, she places her hand on her friend's stomach and looks at her with so much emotion. I’m not sure if it’s sadness that her friend is having a child when she never will, or if she’s simply happy for them until she speaks.
“I’m so happy for you. After everything you endured, you deserve this and you’re going to be such an amazing mom.”
Raven clears his throat, appearing uncomfortable with the emotional moment.
“You have everything you’ll need here, but please feel welcome to the main house. Bianca would love for you to join us for breakfast.”
After they leave, all three of us surround her, not touching her but close enough that we could.
“Clothing off, Little Heathen.”
She tilts her head defiantly and says, “Make me.”
A growl erupts from Killian's throat as we all step forward, and she moves back, her gaze taunting and sure.
“If you want me, catch me.”
I run my tongue over my lower lip, stepping closer to her and she backs away again, making me want her more.
“Tesoro.”
She stands in front of us, fucking delectable, a playful smile on her lips as she runs her fingers under the hemline of her skirt, lifting it to show off her thigh. Taunting us, she lifts it further until we get a glimpse of her panties, making all three of us feral for her. Then she turns around and runs.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
THE HEATHEN
The guesthouse is big, but nothing compared to the main house. It won't be difficult for them to catch me, but of course, I want them to. I dash through the kitchen, down a long hallway, and turn back, glancing over my shoulder at three sets of hungry eyes—hungry for me, and my center clenches with need as Carter growls while he quickens his pace.
“Little Heathen.”
They don’t run. They walk confidently, knowing they’ll get their target.Me.The sound of heavy footsteps gets closer to me causing my breathing to accelerate. Not from fear but excitement.
Carter grabs the back of my shirt, pulling me against his chest. Pressing his nose to my neck, he inhales sharply, causing a whimper to squeak out of me.
“You smell so fucking good.”
“We are going to devour you, Killer. Fucking devour you.” Killian growls as I break free from Carter, heart pounding in my chest. I reach the end of the hallway and turn left, entering a doorway and instantly realize I should’ve gone right.
Turning around, I face them as they block my exit, dark eyes watching for my next move, and I know I don’t have one. There’s a king-sized bed to my left with a large bay window and an armoire and dresser to my right. The only way out is through them, and we all know that’s not going to happen.
Lifting my skirt again, their gazes drop to my thighs, I run my fingers inside my panties as they watch me with rapt attention.
“Oh, Tesoro.” Knox says, a heated warning if I’ve ever heard one, a warning I don’t intend on paying any attention to. I want them riled up. All of them. I’m enjoying the way they look at me like I’m their prey, mouths salivating, desperate for a single taste, knowing it’ll never be enough.
Dipping a finger inside my pussy I pull it out and show them how wet I am, thoroughly enjoying the growl that comes from Killian.
“Filthy fucking slut.”
Licking my wetness from my skin, I exaggerate a moan, and all three of them step forward, never taking their eyes off me.
Watching.
Waiting.
