Page 208 of Three Irish Kings
My heart swells, and the tears keep falling. “I love you too, Dare.”
Cill gets up and holds me from behind. “I know you probably didn’t hear me then, and it was definitely the wrong place and time, but I meant it then, I mean it now, and I’ll always mean it. I love you,mo chuisle.”
I choke out a sob.
“Still the hormones?” Dare chuckles, and I laugh through my tears.
“I love you too, Cillian. God, I love all of you.”
“Mo chuisle,”Cillian murmurs, his voice low and rumbling in his chest. “Come here and let us show you how much we love you back.”
I crawl onto the bed and into his lap, snuggling against him before he positions me to straddle him, thrusting up beneath me to show me how hard he is.
I moan, my mouth open, and Cillian sticks his thumb inside, pressing down on my tongue.
I suck on it instinctively, and Cillian groans.
“Fuck, baby. What a good girl you are.”
“Aye. I’m your good girl.”
“Ours,” Dare whines, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Yes. All of yours.”
Impatient, I reach between us to grope Cillian through his pants, and he throws his head back, panting.
“Are you sure you are okay to do this?”
“God, yes. I want you so much. I love you so much,” he babbles, and I love this new side of him. He’s so open and excitable, and it makes me want to tease him.
I stroke him again through his pants, and Cillian grunts before flipping me over, pinning my wrists above my head.
I gasp, my pussy aching with need.
“Please, need you inside of me, Cill.”
“Don’t you worry,mo chuisle. I’ve got you.”
He unbuttons his slacks and frees himself, entering me in one swift glide.
I didn’t need any more foreplay than their words and sucking off Dare. I know it’s partially the hormones, but even before the pregnancy, I wanted them all so much.
I moan as he buries himself to the hilt.
He gasps against my neck, kissing me there and leaving a mark.
I hope they all mark me. I want everyone to know I’m theirs.
I rock my hips, whining, needing release.
“Baby needs to come?” Dare moves toward the bed slowly so he doesn’t hurt himself. He’s half-hard again already, and I lick my lips looking at the bulge.
“Aye, please,” I whimper. “I need you all so bad.”
“Whatever Isla wants, Isla gets,” Liam teases, and when I turn my head to look at him, he’s climbing up on the bed, already stroking himself.
His length is sopretty, arched up just the way I like it, and I can’t help myself from reaching over and wrapping my hand around him.
