Page 84 of Three Irish Kings
“If the shoe fits?—”
“Stop it.” It’s Dare who’s the voice of reason.
Cillian hangs back, but he’s watching.
“Isla, stop provoking him. And Liam, shut the hell up. You enjoy being with her just as much as the rest of us do, you can’t deny it.”
“Whatever.”
Why is it so difficult for him to give me a compliment?
“In the end, you’re gonna give in and give her what she wants, so just do it already.”
Liam leans against the back of the sofa. “And what is it you really want, Isla?”
I flush instantly at his words.
Something about Liam being the one to ask makes me nervous, but in the best way.
It doesn’t help that he has such a deep, smooth voice.
“I want you three to… have your way with me.” It comes out in a ragged whimper.
Dare grins. “You want us to use you like a little sex doll,a ghrá?”
Cillian, always the strong, silent type, just walks up behind me, putting his hands on my arms.
Liam narrows his eyes at me. “Should bend you over, spank that pretty arse of yours for being such a wanton slut.”
His voice washes over me.
This is not him being mad at me. This is foreplay. And I love it. At least when he does it during sex. Not so much on a daily basis.
“Please,” I manage, and Cillian chuckles near my ear.
“She likes that, Liam. I can practically smell her from here.”
I shudder as Cillian’s hands go to the hem of my shirt, pulling it off me as I stand there, bare-breasted and staring at Liam and Dare, Cillian’s body behind me the only thing keeping me upright.
Dare hums low in his throat and walks up to me, dropping to his knees and tugging off my sweatpants.
I gasp and then step out of them as Cillian’s hands go to my breasts, kneading them, pinching my nipples between his fingers until pain sends a jolt to my clit.
It feels so good I almost want to yell and nothing much is even happening yet.
Liam’s ice blue eyes are on me, he’s tenting his slacks... and Dare is tracing his fingers up my thighs.
He grunts as he picks up my right leg, looping it over his shoulder.
Oh, God. Oh, fuck, he’s going to?—
“Dare," I breathe as he presses his face into my sex, inhaling deep like he loves the scent.
He latches around my clit, quickly inserting two fingers into my entrance as Cillian abuses my nipples with his rough fingers.
The stimulation is almost too much, but I can’t look away from Liam, his gaze locking me in place.
“That's it, Isla.” He says my name almost like it’s poison in his mouth.
