Page 13 of Bonds of Obsession

“God yes,” I answer without hesitating. “Fuck, yes. Please.”

And then, mercifully, Nico’s fingers are between my legs, stroking, teasing, already knowing exactly what I need to push me over the edge. I cry out, my head falling back as he pushes me to the brink, and then pulls back before I can fall.

“Please,” I beg again, so worked up I can hardly stand it. “I need you, Nico. Now.”

He growls, low and animalistic as he tears at his own clothes, pulling away just long enough to toss his shirt and jeans aside.

This is it. He’s finally going to give me what I want, what I’ve been begging to have. Killian anchors me as Nico pushes into me, deep and hard, exactly how I need it.

With Killian behind me, supporting me on my side, Nico is free to take my leg, hike it over his hip, and thrust into me even harder. It’s just what I’ve been craving, and it takes everything in me not to shatter right here and now. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, wanting to draw this out as long as possible.

Nico’s mouth crashes back down on mine in a desperate, hungry kiss as he starts to move, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back into me with a force that takes my breath away.

“That’s it, mia cara,” he grunts between kisses. “Take it all. Every fucking inch.”

His cock stretches me, pounding into me with a force that makes the bed shake as he fills me completely. Every thrust pushes me higher, making my vision blur and my heart race.

Still, I want more. Need more.

“More,” I beg, echoing my own thoughts. “Harder, Nico. Fuck me harder.”

I grope blindly behind me, searching for Killian. My hand connects with his thigh, and I reach up, wrapping my hand around his cock and urging him closer.

“You want me too, siren?” Killian’s deep voice rumbles in my ear, sending a fresh jolt of liquid heat to pool in my core. “You want me to fuck you too?”

“Yes,” I nod, nearly frantic now that he’s given voice to what I really, truly need. “Both of you. Fuck me, please.”

5

KILLIAN

Quinn’s wordsgo straight to my cock. I’m already achingly hard as I hold her against me, but her desperate begging and the raw need in her voice have me questioning myself and all my natural instincts.

There’s nothing—fucking nothing—I want more right now than to give her what she needs, but I’m conflicted in a way that I’m not used to.

“Please, Killian. I need you… need you to fuck me.” Her fingers tighten around my cock, giving a slight tug that has me gritting my teeth to hold back the instinctive thrust of my hips. “Fuck me hard.”

“I can’t—Jesus.” I shake my head as I grit out the words. “You have no fucking idea what you do to me.”

There’s a part of me that’s scared shitless by how much she gets to me. Usually, I’m so careful, completely in control. I keep a tight rein on my emotions and sure as hell keep control of my actions.

But with Quinn, that control is slipping. I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before—things I never wanted to feel. Things that leave me vulnerable and wide open.

What the fuck is happening to me?

I know how to compartmentalize, to keep a level head no matter how worked up I am. I know how to hold back, how to restrain myself, even when I’m being rough or dominant. But with Quinn, all of that goes out the window. It’s like she sees right through me, straight to the raw, visceral need.

Her fingers tighten more around my cock, and she gives a slow stroke that has me gritting my teeth. “Please, Killian,” she begs again, her breath coming in short gasps as Nico pounds into her. “I need you. Both of you.”

There’s a desperation in her voice that tears at something inside me. I know I have to hold back—that if I let go, I won’t be able to stop. Not even if she uses her safe word.

I’d try. Fuck, I’d try with everything I have in me. But I know myself. I know all the reasons why I have to stay in control.

Still, my cock twitches in her hand as I struggle to keep myself in check.

“Quinn, siren, I can’t—” I falter as she looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes glistening with tears. It undoes me, seeing her like this.

“Please, Killian. I trust you. I trust you with everything.” Her words are a punch to the gut, making me realize just how much she’s giving of herself, how much she’s offering to me.

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