Page 47 of Shadowed Fate

I nod, suddenly overwhelmed by the heat of their bodies. My breath comes faster, and I feel a warmth between my legs and my nipples hardening.

"I... I think I need a minute," I stammer.

They both immediately give me space, concern etched on their faces.

"Of course," Rory says, running a hand through his shaggy blonde hair. "Whatever you need, Brigid."

I take a deep breath, trying to center myself. I close my eyes, gathering my thoughts. When I open them, Rory and Tiernan are watching me intently, their bodies taut with restraint.

"Can I..." I hesitate, then forge ahead. "Can I touch you? Both of you?"

Their eyes widen, but they nod in unison.

I step forward, placing a hand on each of their chests. Under my palms, I feel the rapid beat of their hearts. And I feel it. Something in me is pulling toward them.

I can’t explain it. It feels like it’s coming straight from my heart. I’m not sure about the whole mate thing, but I know I feel a connection that I can’t explain with both of these men. And if I’m honest, I’ve felt the same thing with Callen, and even Lochan. Which makes no sense. But Tiernan and Rory, they are kind and they like me. That feeling, of these two men supporting and caring for me? That I can get behind.

"I choose this," I say, my voice stronger.

Rory inhales deeply. "Aye, love. All yours."

The world narrows to just us three, standing in this secluded corner of Grimstone's grounds. For the first time in ages, I feel truly seen.

Understood.

Safe.

I lean in, my lips a breath away from Rory's...

I press my lips to Rory's, and the world explodes in sensation. His mouth is hot, demanding, as he claims me with a possessive growl. My knees go weak, and he wraps an arm around my waist, supporting me.

"Fuck," He gasps against my lips.

Rory's tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting, exploring. His other hand tangles in my hair, tugging gently. The slight pain sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

I'm keenly aware of Tiernan's presence, his eyes burning into us. The knowledge that he's watching, approving, only heightens my arousal.

Rory breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck. "So beautiful," he murmurs against my skin. "Tell me what you want, mo chroí."

His hands slide under my shirt, rough palms skimming my ribcage. I arch into his touch, desperate for more.

"Please, touch me."

With agonizing slowness, Rory pushes up my shirt and bra, exposing my breasts to the cool air. My nipples tighten instantly.

"Gods," Tiernan breathes.

I turn my head, meeting his heated gaze. His pupils are blown wide, his breathing ragged. The intensity of his stare makes me throb with need.

Rory's hands cup my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples. I moan, loud and unrestrained.

"That's it, love," Rory says. "Let us hear you."

I'm trembling, caught between Rory's touch and Tiernan's gaze.

Rory's lips trail down my neck, his tongue flicking against my collarbone. I whimper as his teeth scrape gently over my skin.

"Please," I beg, "please touch me."

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