Page 83 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

“Really?” Her glassy eyes move between the three of us.

She’s genuinely surprised, and we’re fucking floored that she’s been thinking this way for the past few weeks.

“Harper, look at me.” I wait until her eyes meet mine. “We just didn’t want to push you into anything before you were ready, physically or mentally.”

“So you had a whole conversation about it, but didn’t think it was important to include me?”

“I wouldn’t say—” Cy begins to explain.

“Yes,” Declan interjects. “We did have a conversation about it because you just endured something traumatic. Something you never should have had to deal with. We did what we thought was best.”

Her eyes narrow as she looks at him. “Going forward I think conversations that revolve around one of us should include all four of us.”

My heart leaps atgoing forward. There’s hope for us and this relationship we’ve grown. I see the same hope reflected in Declan and Cy’s eyes. We all murmur our agreements.

“My body is basically healed.” Her cheeks flush again. “I don’t think you have to be too careful with me anymore. If you want, of course, no pressure.”

She barely has time to get the words out when Declan pulls her face to his and covers her lips with his own. Her fingers sink into his hair as she tilts her head, giving him better access to her mouth. He lifts her from sitting sideways in his lap to straddling him.

Cy moves toward me, his palm settling on my cheek. “They shouldn’t be the only ones having fun.”

Our lips meet in a slow, deep kiss. The kind where you could spend hours exploring each other. I reach behind his head and pull the tie from his hair. It falls around us, filling the air with the scent of his tea tree and mint shampoo.

The sound of Harper whimpering pulls both our attention from each other. Declan is holding her chin so she could watch us. Her lips are puffy from his kiss, and her eyes hooded with lust from watching us.

“Do you like watching, little star?” Cy pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor. “Should we show you more?”

“Yes,” she says, her voice sultrier than I’ve ever heard it before.

“Ask nicely,” Declan says quietly.

“Please,” she whispers.

Cy grabs the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head. As soon as it hits the ground, his lips are on mine again. I move my hand from his hair down to his neck, squeezing in the way that makes his cock instantly hard. He groans against my lips as I release his neck and let my fingertips graze his chest. I circle the bars piercing his nipples as they harden at my touch. I want every bit of him aching for me, for her, for release.

“Take her shirt off, Dec,” Cyrus says. “I want to see those perfect tits.”

Chapter

Thirty-Four

HARPER

Declan pulls my shirt off while Cy reaches over and unhooks my bra. I let the straps drop down my arms and toss it onto the rapidly growing pile of clothes on the floor. Declan ghosts his hands up my sides and over my scars and fading bruises until his thumbs reach my nipples. I watch as his eyes darken while he watches my body react to his touch.

I’m so enthralled by him that I don’t notice Cy and Emerson moving until I feel two hands on my hips and a warm body pressed against my back. Cy lifts my hips off Declan’s lap, supporting my weight while Emerson tugs my leggings and panties off. Declan pulls me close again, his lips covering mine as he kisses me in the way that makes my toes curl with need.

Emerson’s hands glide up my inner thigh with teasing strokes. I gasp against Declan’s lips as I feel two fingers spear me.

“Fuck,” Emerson groans. “She’s so wet for us.”

My head falls back, and Declan takes the opportunity to pepper my neck with hot open-mouthed kisses. Cyrus pushes me forward and kneels behind me. I feel his lips all over my backside as Emerson continues to pump his fingers inside me, dragging them over my g-spot until I begin to tremble.

I come almost instantly as soon as I feel the metal of Cy’s tongue piercing on my clit. My nails dig into Declan’s shoulders as I bury my face in his neck and struggle to breathe through the white hot heat of my climax. Everything inside me is burning for them, my blood, my body, my heart. It’s all theirs to do with as they please. I’m a vessel for their pleasure just as they are mine.

Emerson pulls his fingers from my pussy and holds them in front of Declan. “Want to taste?”

I twist my head enough to watch but stay in the same position as Cy continues to feast at the apex of my thighs. Heat is already building around his tongue again, but I’ve never seen Declan interact sexually with Emerson or Cy. Anticipation flutters low in my belly as Declan opens his mouth while never looking away from Emerson.

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