Page 129 of Ruthless Reign

I grinned.

“Fuck,” he hissed, dropping his forehead to mine as I stroked him.

He was so close that if he just moved in another few inches, his cock would be about level with my pussy.

A deliciously wicked idea stole through my mind and even though I wasn’t sure if it was possible, I realized I wanted to try. Badly.

“I want you both in my pussy,” I croaked, feeling Hardin’s motions beneath me falter as the words left my lips.

They both hesitated at my request.

“At the same time,” I added, wanting there to be no confusion.

“Holy shit,” Kaleb said, and I flashed him a dopey smile to rival the one on his mouth as he bit his closed fist. I noticed his cock was out, now, too, and he stroked it languidly in his other hand, leaning against a desk for support as he watched us.

He’d better not finish himself off. I wanted him, too. I wanted them all.

I gave him a look I hoped conveyed that, and his smile grew.

“I’m not sure if it’ll fit, love,” Aodhán said, looking at where Hardin and I were joined.

“Hawk, I…” Hardin trailed off.

“Please?”

I convinced myself it was okay if they said no. I didn’t want them to do anything they didn’t want to, but then I saw Aodhán peer over my shoulder and watched as some kind of understanding passed between him and Hardin.

Hardin shifted us forward until my pussy was at the very edge of the table, legs dangling from its edge. “Do it.”

Oh my god.

I could’ve passed out from the anticipation.

“Lean back, mo mhuirnín.”

I did as he said, leaning back on my hands, letting Aodhán lift my legs until my feet were planted atop Hardin’s bent knees and I was open to him with Hardin still deep inside me.

Kaleb came closer, licking his lips. “Fuck,” he drawled. “I need to see this shit.”

Aodhán gripped himself at the base, inching closer. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I want you.”

So fucking badly.

I wished my first time with Aodhán could’ve been just the two of us, but there would be time for that later. At least that was what I was telling myself as he pushed the tip of his cock against the tiny seam between Hardin’s cock and the top of my opening.

A stuttered breath fell from my lips, and I nodded fervently, telling him to keep going. I looked down, wanting to watch. Needing to see it.

Aodhán’s jaw clenched, and I felt Hardin stiffen with a curse on his lips beneath me as Aodhán pushed into me. The pressure threatened to split me apart. So full. So perfect. I groaned, the sound almost animal as Aodhán thrust the rest of the way in.

I couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t think.

For what could’ve been minutes or maybe only seconds I was lost in the feel of them. The fullness. I could see in Aodhán’s face how good it felt for him, too. And I could feel it in the way Hardin gripped me tight around the hips, grunting as he made tiny movements to adjust himself inside me.

“Move,” I begged Aodhán. “Please. I need you to move.”

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