Page 47 of Backfire
“Please,” I whined again. “Stop it.” Before I couldn’t stop myself.
“I like it when you beg.” The wet trail his tongue laved up the column of my throat was enhanced by the deep growl that rumbled through his chest. “I hope you like it dirty, because I’m going to taint every pure thing you have.”
It was hard to think past the tension building in my core, but I somehow managed to bite back, “Fuck you and your taint.”
When the next pass of his finger flicked over my clit, I had to dig my teeth into my lip to hold back my moan.
“Sorry, sweet thing. Devlin has to play that game with you first before I can.”
Oh, shit! Devlin.
I twisted my neck back to brazier, where I expected to find him, but Devlin wasn’t there. He was right in front of me, licking his lips like a feral animal. And damnit if a part of me didn’t like the way he was staring at me.
This wasn’t just a bad dream. It was a fucking nightmare.
Devlin tipped his gaze up to Reese. “Is she ready for me?”
What the hell did that mean?
“Oh, yeah.” Reese took his hand off my pussy and tipped my chin to his heated gaze. “She’s good to go.”
No, I wasn’t. I wasn’t good to go anywhere, and least of all with Devlin.
“I’d like to wake up now.”
“Not yet.” The corner of Reese’s mouth lifted. “Devlin has to make you come first.”
Oh, hell no.
Devlin reached out to grab my ankle, and I swung my foot, kicking him in the chest. Next thing I knew, I was flung back on the stone slab with Devlin’s hand around my neck while Reese pinned my arms.
I struggled to break free, but that all stopped when Devlin’s hand took over the job Reese had started.
Except he didn’t give me the curtesy of panties for protection. He swept the fabric to the side and slid a finger through my folds, making my body jerk in response. One touch was all it took for me to feel the orgasm cresting.
“No.” I shook my head and closed my eyes.
This couldn’t be happening. Not with him.
“Look at me.” Devlin growled, forcing my eyes to pop open.
I knew I lost the second I looked into those dark orbs. The satisfaction sparkling within his eyes was as unmistakable as the ecstasy filled spasms that rocked my body.
The last thing I heard before darkness took me was Devlin whispering, “You’re fucked now, Bréagán.”
Something felt off when I woke up. At first, I chalked it up to the fucked-up dream I had. The subconscious was a tricky thing that sometimes stuck with a person long after their conscious mind had taken over.
Like when people glanced suspiciously around their room for the boogeyman, or when they were pissed at a significant other for dream cheating. It didn’t matter if none of it was real, because to them, it felt real.
So when I opened my eyes that morning, I wasn’t surprised that I could still feel hands on me. It was nothing more than residual dream memories, which was something that would fade with time.
I kept waiting for it to go away. In the shower, I told myself that all I could smell was the fruity scent of my shampoo, which had absolutely no hint of rosewood. Yet it was still there, tickling the back of my nose.
That was easier to ignore than the goosebumps prickling up my arms when I got dressed. It felt like I was being watched. Nothing seemed to help me shake that sensation. Not even the anger that came when I saw my empty underwear drawer.
I had every intention of giving Wyatt a piece of my mind when I joined the twins for breakfast, but all I could think about was the way their turquoise eyes looked in the firelight. It was so vivid that I could hear the flame crackling in the background. Almost as if the dream wasn’t a dream at all, but a real memory.
At one point, I even opened my mouth to ask the twins about their night. Then Wyatt started talking about some girl named Poppy. Discretion was not his strong suit. Five minutes into that conversation, and I knew way more about that girl’s body than I did my own.
