Page 127 of Ruthless Reign

My stomach warred with aching anticipation and nervous tension.

I didn’t seem to know what to do with my hands. What to say.

This was always something I’d been good at, but right now I felt like a damn virgin about to get her cherry popped. My heart fluttering like it wanted to fly right out of my chest.

As Kaleb leaned in to kiss a trail down my neck, I let my head fall the other way and found Hardin and Aodhán watching me. Hardin looked like he might spontaneously combust, and I wasn’t sure if it was out of rage or desire. Maybe both.

Aodhán’s green eyes burned into me, tracking every movement of Kaleb’s hands. Of his mouth on my body as it slipped from my neck to my collarbone, and I let out a little gasping moan.

Beneath his jeans, I could see the curve of his cock thickening behind the zipper. His throat bobbed, and he blinked, breaking the spell, looking away.

He grabbed a gun from the table and a bottle of water, turning to leave.

The warmth in my stomach turned sour, and I tried not to let it show on my face.

“Hey,” Hardin said, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Aodhán paused, eyes darting between Hardin, Kaleb, and me.

Hardin came to join me and Kaleb, lifting me with ease before he sat in my place, pulling me onto his lap.

Something wordlessly passed between Hardin and Kaleb with me between them.

I almost asked what they were thinking when Kaleb nodded and stepped back, sweeping an arm from Aodhán to me.

“Is this what you want, Hawk?”

Hardin wrapped his hand around my middle, reaching upward, between my breasts, until he could possessively curl his fingers around my neck. His warm breath fanned over the side of my neck, the heat going straight to my greedy pussy.

His other hand found that, too, giving it a cruel squeeze through my panties beneath my trademark black skirt.

My thighs clenched.

“You,” Hardin snarled against my neck, but I knew he was talking to Aodhán. “Come here.”

Kaleb licked his lips like a hound before a feast, his brows lowering as he palmed his erection through his pants.

Aodhán’s jaw flexed, and I could tell he was thinking about it. Making a choice.

I hoped he knew what I wanted. I’d been so scared to admit it, even to myself, from the first moment I met him—and was completely, inexplicably drawn to him.

Stay, I said with my eyes. With my lower lip between my teeth.

He set the weapon and water down on the nearest desk and shrugged out of his jacket, striding over.

He stopped in front of me on Hardin’s lap, seeming to catalogue every inch of each of us.

Hardin’s hold on my throat tightened. “Go on, Galway. This is your chance. I can’t promise you you’ll get another.”

And I knew what he was doing. Hardin was testing his limits. Staying in control. Using me to literally hold himself back by placing me on his lap. Placing me between us.

Uncertainty crossed Aodhán’s sharp features, and I reached out to him, tugging the chain of his necklace until the small silver clover tumbled from the collar of his shirt. I rubbed it between my fingers like I’d seen him do a hundred times.

His gaze turned deep. Hungry.

I let the clover fall, fingers tripping up the side of his neck, making him shiver. When my fingertips pushed into his soft golden hair, I felt his resolve shatter.

He tugged my chin, lifting my mouth to his as he kissed me fiercely. And like the first time out in the street, through all the fear, all the uncertainty, my belly flipped and squeezed, filling with an exquisite ache that I felt all the way to my cunt.

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