Page 125 of Claiming Pretty

And yet, despite how wrong it was, Ciaran also began totouch me, hesitant at first, his fingers brushing down one arm, from my shoulder to my hand.

Then he kneeled down beside me, his hot breath against my hand as he sucked my fingers one at a time into his mouth.

Shivers broke out over my skin, but I did not move.

Ty, I was sure it was Ty, continued to cup my breast, rubbing his thumb over my nipple. “Come on, Ci. You can do better than that.”

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As Ty’s daring taunt thickened the air, his wet mouth closed over my nipple and sucked.

Pleasure coursed through me and heat rushed between my legs. Inside my head, I cried out and arched my back. But outwardly, I kept still.

Footsteps moved around the table.

The anticipation of what Ciaran would do next made my clit throb against my wet panties.

Ciaran’s hand trailed up my legs, then growing bolder as he reached my thighs. Delicious frissons skittered across my skin as he pushed my skirt up to my waist.

I felt him grip my panties, then tug them down along the length of my legs. The cool air kissed my exposed skin, and I fought the urge to shiver.

“She’s wet,” Ciaran murmured, his voice thick with a mixture of awe and desire.

Ty hummed in agreement around my nipple. “She always is. Aren’t you, hummingbird?”

As Ty continued to tease my nipple with his tongue, I remained motionless.

Even as Ty’s fingers ghosted over my lips, tracing the shape of my mouth, his touch featherlight, teasing, as if daring me to part my lips and take him in.

Ciaran’s fingers dipped between my thighs, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me as he brushed against my clit.

I remained perfectly still, though every nerve in my body screamed for more. His touch was tentative at first, exploring.

“God, she’s soaked,” Ciaran breathed, his voice husky with desire.

I felt Ty shift beside me, his mouth leaving my breast. “She likes this. Being helpless. Being at our mercy.”

Ciaran’s fingers grew bolder, circling my clit with more pressure.

I focused on keeping my breathing steady, on not letting my hips buck up into his touch.

“How far should we take this?” Ciaran asked, his voice strained.

Ty’s laugh was dark and rich. “As far as you want, brother. She can’t stop us without losing, can she?”

The implication in his words sent a thrill through me, a mixture of fear and arousal that threatened to shatter my composure. I clung to that darkness within me, using it as an anchor to keep myself still.

Ciaran’s fingers slipped lower, teasing at my entrance before I felt the blunt pressure of his finger pushing inside me, slow and deliberate.

My inner muscles clenched around him, but I managed to keep the rest of my body still.

“Fuck,” Ciaran breathed. “So tight.”

Ty’s hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.

“You should feel her mouth,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “It’s even better.”

I felt Ciaran’s finger withdraw, only to be replaced by two. He began to thrust them in and out, his movements growing more confident.

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