Page 23 of All We Want

“Hey, everything okay?” I ask as I hesitantly step into the office. The last time I had been in here I had been stealing from them.

“Yeah, a stòr, just doin’ some research. Why are ya up? Ya should be sleepin’.” He stands from the desk and meets me in the center of the room, sliding a hand around the back of my neck and bringing my forehead to his lips. He’s dressed in loose dark green pajama pants and a tight black shirt that stretches over the muscles I previously felt under his suits. Tattoos run down the length of his arms, showing that he is just as painted in artwork as his brothers.

The soft kisses seem to be becoming an automatic gesture for him, and it warms my heart each time.

“I couldn’t sleep, just feeling a little restless and jittery.”

He looks at me for a moment, a smile curling his lips. Looking back at his computer he hums softly before focusing on me again. “T’was in this office that I saw ya for the very first time. I mean the theft part was the wrong angle to see ya properly.” His voice starts taking on a huskiness that has my body responding instantly. “But watchin these seductive fuckin hips sway as ya walked ya sexy ass right out da front door with that smile on ya lips, dats a memory I will replay over and over again.”

Gripping my hips hard he moves me around and then starts walking me backward and it’s not long before my back is hitting the wall of glass showing the twinkling lights of the city. I’m not entirely sure what Declan has planned but I’m on board with whatever it may be.

His hands go to the belt of my robe and slowly undoes the tie. Each pull and tug on the length of material is like he has a direct line to my pussy, my whole body heating at the look of feral desire he has in his eyes.

“Dats the moment I knew I had to have ya. Not only had ya shown ya could be even better than me in some things, which be a challenge I would happily rise to, but dat sassy little attitude had me wantin’ to devour ya before punishin’ ya for it.” He takes handfuls of the robe and yanks it from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and leaving me completely naked before him. The glass wall is cool against my overheated skin.

Sliding his hands along the skin of my waist and up to cup my breasts. He squeezes and kneads the flesh before ducking his head down to drag his tongue around one of my nipples. He closes his mouth around it and sucks on it hard, and I feel the pull in my pussy, my clit throbbing in response. Giving it another lick and nip, he then moves to repeat the action on my other nipple. I moan when he sucks on it, leaning back more heavily on the glass.

When he moves his face away again, he goes back to squeezing them with his hands, taking my sensitive nipples between his fingers and pulling and squeezing them until I’m arching against the glass, pushing my breasts harder into his hands. “These tits make me mouth water every time I see dem. I can’t wait to see dem even bigger when ya round with our babies.”

My stomach swoops low at his words, but he chooses that same moment to slide his hands down my body and slowly lower himself to his knees.

“What are you doing?” I breathe, my voice a soft rasp as I look down at where he is kneeling before me, looking up at me. The look in his eyes is dark and possessive.

“Aid was right, ya are the Queen of Diamonds, a stór. But ya be also the Queen of Hearts because ya already have all of ours.” He lifts one of my legs and hooks it over his shoulder, shuffling closer he brings his fingers up to slide through my dripping wet pussy making me moan softly. “So watch me worship ya, my Queen.”

Declan's eyes lock onto mine, the intensity of his gaze holding me captive. He's on his knees, and the vulnerability in his posture contrasts with the dominance in his eyes. I do feel like their queen.

His fingers continue their exploration, tracing the outline of my folds and teasing my entrance. The anticipation builds as he maintains eye contact, his touch deliberate and unhurried. I'm at his mercy, and the thought excites me.

"Ya so fuckin beautiful," he rasps, his voice a low growl. "And this... all of this is ours. Every inch of ya belongs to us, Scarlette."

I bite my lip, trying to contain the feelings of both desire and vulnerability that flood through me. His words, possessive and tender, wrap around me like a velvet chain, tying me to him and his brothers in ways I never could have predicted and had never felt before.

His mouth descends on my inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses as he moves closer to his destination. The contrast between the soft caresses, and the hard glass behind me sends my senses into overdrive.

When his tongue finally meets my pussy, I gasp, a surge of pleasure coursing through me. He explores me with a skilled and relentless determination, drawing out every moan and whimper as his tongue dips and slides along me. I clutch at the strands of his hair as his tongue circled my clit, sucking it into his mouth. My body arches against the cool glass when he sucks on it just as hard as he had my nipples.

Declan's fingers continue to explore me before he pushes two deep inside my pussy, working in harmony with his tongue. My climax builds steadily, and I can feel the tight coil of pleasure winding within me.

As I approach the edge, Declan intensifies his efforts. His gaze never leaves mine, and the connection between us deepens with every flick of his tongue and every thrust of his fingers.

Then I shatter against him as he keeps me pressed against the glass. My cries echo, and my back arches as I give myself over to the waves of pleasure rolling through me. And yes, I feel worshiped.

Chapter 19

Scarlette

Declan rises as my attention returns to him. His eyes never leave mine, and he stands with a predatory grace. He pulls me into a searing kiss, tasting of me and feeling like a caged animal with feral energy.

"Ya ours, Scarlette," he breathes against my lips.

At that moment, I truly feel it. Like there is no going back. That I somehow opened a door that could never be closed again. By simply walking into their Christmas party.

He steps away from me, leaving me panting against the glass. Reaching behind his head, he pulls off his shirt, revealing so much tattooed covered skin. I understand his sentiment earlier because all I want to do is devour him, and lick every inch of his tattooed skin until he feels owned by me in return.

Tugging at the cord to his pants he lets them fall to the floor also. The tattoos stretch down both legs and cover most of the skin he keeps hidden underneath his pretty suits. He looks like a machine, and I can’t focus on any of it when he wraps his hand around his hard cock and squeezes.

I’m not sure what he is seeing in my face, but it makes him smirk in a decidedly Ronan manner.

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