Page 90 of Savage Reign

The stinging of my skin matched the strum of my clit, and I pushed my legs out, not knowing how to put into words or thoughts the feelings inside wanting to explode. It didn’t help at all that the stinging wasn’t as bad as I had expected it to be. Killian was holding back on me. It was mostly the position I was in that got to me.

And my muscles were protesting over having to brace myself up like this.

Finally, unable to keep on fighting, I let my body relax as a sob burst free, more from feeling too much than because I was in pain.

Killian let his hand rain down on me three more times before gently rubbing over the sore spot. I closed my eyes, taking it in, just before he repositioned me on his lap until I was straddling him, facing him.

I wrapped around him and buried my face in his chest, letting out all the shit I’d been through. Not even from running away from them, but long before that, from when I ran away from the clubhouse that night, away from my father and leaving him, along with his men, to be slaughtered by the brothers, to even all the years spent suffering in that goddamn prison, and everything in between.

I cried for being chased by Sebastian Cline and my father’s former men over an inheritance I never asked for. I cried for the girl I could be and the woman I had become.

It was cathartic in a way, and Killian held me tightly against him, never letting me go. He pressed his hand down on the small of my back, reminding me that I was still very much naked in his arms and that Maverick and Silas were still here.

I could feel someone sitting on the floor beside the couch close to me, grabbing hold of my calf and keeping me steady while another sat next to Killian and me.

After I felt all cried out, I slowly pulled away and looked around. First, to my left, I saw Maverick sitting there, his expression stoic and calm—exactly what I needed. Then, to Silas on the floor, his brown eyes reminding me that everything was going to be okay. Finally, to Killian, his dark eyes tinged in concern.

“Was that too much?”

I blinked, taking in his question. I couldn’t help it when a bout of giggling bubbled up in my throat. His brows pinched together, and I laughed harder. “You’renowasking if that was too much?”

Killian’s face relaxed, along with his shoulders. “If you want, I can do it again.”

“No, thanks. My ass is still hot.”

“Yes, it fucking is,” Silas said. I looked over to where he was, and he winked at me. I rolled my eyes, and he laughed.

Maverick played with my hair, drawing my attention back to him. “Okay?” he asked.

I nodded, my skin burning a little from embarrassment over my reaction now that I wasn’t feeling so much.

Maverick looked like he didn’t know what to make of my reaction. “That seemed…”

“Excessive?” I quipped.

He shook his head. “Like you’ve been bottling up so much for so long, you didn’t know where to put it until Killian spanked you.”

“So me spanking her is a good thing,” Killian added. I shot him a dirty look. The fucker pinched my nipple in retaliation.

I slapped my hand down on his shoulder. “Hey!”

“Behave,” he admonished. “Or I can make spanking you a weekly thing. Hell, with the way you reacted, I’d say you need it.”

I shook my head, not knowing what to say to that. I should probably be disgusted. I wasn’t. I was disgruntled, sure, but underneath, I was…excited.

Killian shot me a knowing look, and I made a move to get off his lap. Surprisingly, he let me, and I realized too late why that was. Three sets of eyes turned my way, and I suddenly felt vulnerable. Way more exposed than I needed to be. I was still naked.

At least on Killian’s lap, I didn’t feel so indecent.

Now that he wasn’t covering me, I resisted the urge to use my hands and cover myself up. I stood there, my hands by my side.

“Fucking hell, angel,” Silas said darkly. “Look at how fucking beautiful you are. And that fucking tattoo. That fucking tattoo was such a fucking good idea. Good job, brother.”

Silas reached over and fist-bumped Killian. I glared at him. I still haven’t forgotten his promise to help me get even. And I would get even with Killian, no matter the consequence.

“What?” Silas asked me as if he didn’t know.

I crossed my arms over my chest, and Maverick tsked me. “Put your hands down, little monster. I still haven’t gotten my fill.”

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