Page 104 of Iris
Freya’s head rolls back in annoyance. “Okay! Coming!” Then she glares at us. “I’ll be right back. Right. Back.”
“Do you think we’re animals?” I snap. “It’ll be fine.”
She hurries up the steps, taking two at a time.
Now we’re alone with our little in-heat Omega. And immediately, Iris’s scent seems to triple, pressing down on me. I’m suffocating inher.
Iris throws her cloak to the floor, and she’s glowing, the call of her heat, of her. Like her essence is suddenly surging into another realm where if you reached out, you could touch.
She goes up to Xavier. “So pretty,” she slurs, running her fingers along his stubbled jaw line. And she tries to hook her hand around his neck to drag him down so their mouths can meet.
He somehow resists.
“Where…where am I? Xavier? My brother…he…”
She reels back into the bar, hand going to her stomach. Iris turns. She’s wearing a long gray shirt over a dark gray skirt and knee socks with lace-up shoes. A red tie is askew, loose around her neck and her hair’s falling out of its ponytail.
I don’t think I’ve seen anything so fucking hot.
“It hurts…I need you,” she says, looking back at him, and then she faces me. Her cheeks glow a rosy color and her eyes seem bigger, darker than before. They’re inviting me in. And she sashays up to me. “And you.”
“It’s too far. She’s basically cascading down into pure heat. Freya needs to hurry the fuck up.”
He’s right.
Iris grabs the hem of her shirt and starts to pull it up, exposing her stomach. Everything inside me turns to liquid.
I take her hands and force her shirt back down.
“Killian, you started something,” she says. “I want to finish it. I need to finish it, with both of you.”
Before I can do anything, she kisses me hard. I want to pull away, but my body takes over and runs with it. Her mouth’s hot, and I explore it, showing her what I want to do as I dance with her tongue, like we’re having slow sex and she melts, rises up, and meets me, taking it further, deeper, turning into a thing of sweet depravity.
But as she starts to touch me, running fingers over my cock that’s so fucking hard it hurts, I take her hand and pull her from me.
I look at Xavier when I speak next to Iris. “We’re going to build you a nest, keep you safe. And then leave you be.”
He nods but I’m not sure either of us mean it.
The words “don’t fuck her without me,” come to mind, but I don’t say them. They’re not words I’ve ever thought, and they leave me a little stunned. It shouldn’t matter if he’s balls deep when I get back. But it does.
Because we should be there together and?—
I stop those thoughts cold.
I need to focus, so I grab all the clean towels I can find and rip the cushions off the stools. She can use them for pillows. I make two trips down to the basement door with them. On the final one, I push them all in and then I stop.
Xavier’s pressed against the wall, hand on a shelf, the other under her ass as she gyrates on him in his arms, attacking his neck with her mouth.
“Dude,” I say.
But when he eases her off, she whimpers. We set up a nest, taking off her shoes, her tie, and tuck her in.
