Page 105 of Succumbed

“Thanks, man,” Linc says, interrupting the tension as he takes the champagne bottle from Declan’s loosening fingers.

Linc fills the remaining glasses, holding one out to Shane before passing the last to Declan.

“Any more surprises, Linc?” Declan asks, his voice gravel.

“Nope.”

“Good.” Declan sits heavily next to Shane, gulping half his champagne with a wince.

My gaze rakes over him, catching on the clear bulge in his black jeans. He shed the moto jacket at the door, leaving his toned arms on display. Linc shifts next to me, setting his champagne down so he can roll up his sleeves. I bite my lip as I watch. Why does something so innocent feel so pornographic?

Linc catches my eye and smirks. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. He leans forward to give me a quick kiss, then grabs a strawberry and holds it to my lips. I open my mouth immediately, taking a bite of the sweet confection. Juice drips from my mouth and I laugh, reaching up to cup my hand under my jaw.

“Let me.”

I look up, surprised to see Shane lowering himself to his knees in front of me. He leans forward and presses a kiss to one corner of my lips, then the other. When he licks the last of the juice from my chin, my pussy quivers in want. Linc groans next to me, watching with hungry eyes.

Across from us, Declan clears his throat, drawing my attention. Shane gives me a pointed look. It’s now or never, I guess. Reaching forward, I grab a strawberry from the tray, then step over to Declan.

“Strawberry?” I offer, tilting my head.

He swallows roughly, then nods once. “Alright.”

Not giving him a chance to react, I crawl up on the couch on my knees and straddle his lap. He grunts in surprise, arms raising out to the side as though he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.

“Relax, Declan. I don’t bite.”

“She prefers to be on the receiving end.” Linc winks as I glance over my shoulder and scrunch my nose at him.

Slowly, Declan settles his hands on the seat cushion, fingers twitching as they brush my calves. I tsk at him as I hold the strawberry out for him to bite, trying not to let the distance he’s putting between us get to me.

I half expect him to ask me to get off him, but he leans forward and gently bites into the fruit. He grunts as the juice bursts from his mouth, leaning forward automatically. I reach up and swipe it off his chin, keeping eye contact as I suck the redness from my thumb.

Declan’s nostrils flare as his pupils blow. I slowly remove my thumb from my mouth, shifting slightly in his lap. His hands fly to my hips to keep me still, but the damage is done–I feel how he’s reacting to me.

“So you do want me,” I murmur, strawberry forgotten.

His fingers flex against me, digging in almost harshly. I try to steady my breathing, the thought that he could be just as dominant as Shane and Linc nearly making me whimper with want.

“You two clearly need a minute.”

We both look over at Shane. He and Linc are standing by the hall to the primary bedroom, matching smirks on their faces.

“We’ll be in the bedroom when you’re ready,” Linc adds.

As one, they turn and walk away. Declan’s body goes still beneath me. I lean over and deposit the partial strawberry on the tray, then rest my hands on his shoulders.

“In case you missed it, Wilde, that was an invitation.”

“I…what?” He swallows roughly, grip fierce and eyes wild.

Using my hold on his shoulders as leverage, I roll my hips forward to drag my core along his erection. He groans, his head dropping back as he makes a feeble and delayed attempt to still my hips. I pause. I can feel him throbbing against me, but if he really doesn’t want me, I’m not going to push it. If he’s resisting out of some misplaced sense of fear or duty? All bets are off.

“Do you want me?” My voice is quiet, controlled.

His expression is almost blank as he regards me. Almost. I can see the nearly frantic energy in his eyes, creasing his forehead. Raising a brow, I rock my hips back and forth again, waiting for him to either answer or deny me.

“You see, Declan,” I murmur, continuing the slow roll of my hips when he doesn’t try to stop me, “there’s one rule I won’t bend for Paris. Not even for you.”

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