Page 90 of Backfire
My knee jabbed into Devlin’s gut. “Put me down.”
Based on the grunt I heard him huff out, I’d say I got him good. Not that it did me any good. Devlin simply smacked his hand down on my ass.
“Keep it up.”
Then he strutted away as if he weren’t carrying around the wiggling form of a girl. Which only pissed me off more.
“I hope you brought your A-game,” I growled while raking my claws up his back. “Because I’m not stopping.”
If it was the last thing I did, I was going to draw blood.
Devlin laughed. The asshole actually laughed. Rage teemed through me as his shoulder shook with a chuckle.
“Three days ago, I wanted to kill you,” Devlin said while turning down the hall toward the bedrooms. “And now you want to kill me.”
“I fail to see how that’s funny.”
“The irony is”—he stopped in front of my door and looked over his shoulder—“I’d have done it. Would you?”
No, I wouldn’t. I thought about it, but I wouldn’t actually do it. As much as I hated Devlin, there was a part of me that would miss that grumpy face if he wasn’t around.
My chest puffed out with a heavy sigh. “What do you want from me?”
“Everything.” Devlin walked into my room, dumped me on the bed, then tipped his head down at me. “I want everything,Bréagán, and in return, I’ll give you everything I am.”
I wanted to call him out on his bullshit, but there was nothing in his face that said it was bullshit. No twitch in his expression or glint in his eye that would give me a reason to call him a liar. The only thing looking back at me was stone-cold truth.
Then the reality of his words struck me. He didn’t say everything he has, he said everything hewas. Devlin was going to give himself to me. That was too much for me to handle.
“But… Reese…”
“Already has him.”
I was the only one who turned to see the man strutting through the door.
Reese walked over and stood next to Devlin. “It’s you we need.”
“And it’s you we’ll have,” Devlin added.
Bloodywas the only word that came to mind. Because that was the only possible outcome when one dove headfirst into a tank of sharks. So why was I considering this?
My eyes shifted from one to other and back again. “Give me one good reason why I would even consider this?”
When Devlin’s knee pressed down on the mattress, I fell back in an attempt to keep some distance. It didn’t work. He crawled over me before I could right myself and back away.
I looked up at him.
He looked down at me.
Next thing I knew, his lips were on mine. Reese kissed like he was riding a wave of desire, but the way Devlin’s mouth moved was nothing short of domineering. I couldn’t just taste him. I could feel his need in every inch of my body. And God help me, I gave in and kissed him back.
My tongue touched his, and that was it. I didn’t know if seconds, minutes, or hours went by. It was all a blur of tangled limbs and heavy breaths.
Reese joined in at one point, and one mouth became two. One took my lips while the other stripped my clothes off, after which they dropped their own clothing on the floor.
By the time I was able to take a breath, it was too late to argue. We were all naked. Devlin was sitting back against the headboard with me on top of him while his legs spread mine open, and Reese crawled in between my thighs. One hard cock was under my ass, and the other was being stroked as it inched closer to the aching spot between my legs.
I wriggled, trying to pull my arms free from Devlin’s hold. “Wait…”
