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AVA

A s Ty’s daring taunt thickened the air, his wet mouth closed over my nipple and sucked.

Pleasure coursed through me and heat rushed between my legs. Inside my head, I cried out and arched my back. But outwardly, I kept still.

Footsteps moved around the table.

The anticipation of what Ciaran would do next made my clit throb against my wet panties.

Ciaran’s hand trailed up my legs, then growing bolder as he reached my thighs. Delicious frissons skittered across my skin as he pushed my skirt up to my waist.

I felt him grip my panties, then tug them down along the length of my legs. The cool air kissed my exposed skin, and I fought the urge to shiver.

“She’s wet,” Ciaran murmured, his voice thick with a mixture of awe and desire.

Ty hummed in agreement around my nipple. “She always is. Aren’t you, hummingbird? ”

As Ty continued to tease my nipple with his tongue, I remained motionless.

Even as Ty’s fingers ghosted over my lips, tracing the shape of my mouth, his touch featherlight, teasing, as if daring me to part my lips and take him in.

Ciaran’s fingers dipped between my thighs, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me as he brushed against my clit.

I remained perfectly still, though every nerve in my body screamed for more. His touch was tentative at first, exploring.

“God, she’s soaked,” Ciaran breathed, his voice husky with desire.

I felt Ty shift beside me, his mouth leaving my breast. “She likes this. Being helpless. Being at our mercy.”

Ciaran’s fingers grew bolder, circling my clit with more pressure.

I focused on keeping my breathing steady, on not letting my hips buck up into his touch.

“How far should we take this?” Ciaran asked, his voice strained.

Ty’s laugh was dark and rich. “As far as you want, brother. She can’t stop us without losing, can she?”

The implication in his words sent a thrill through me, a mixture of fear and arousal that threatened to shatter my composure. I clung to that darkness within me, using it as an anchor to keep myself still.

Ciaran’s fingers slipped lower, teasing at my entrance before I felt the blunt pressure of his finger pushing inside me, slow and deliberate .

My inner muscles clenched around him, but I managed to keep the rest of my body still.

“Fuck,” Ciaran breathed. “So tight.”

Ty’s hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.

“You should feel her mouth,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “It’s even better.”

I felt Ciaran’s finger withdraw, only to be replaced by two. He began to thrust them in and out, his movements growing more confident.

The pleasure built inside me, a relentless tide threatening to overwhelm my control.

“Look at her,” Ty murmured. “Not a single twitch. Our little Ava has become quite the actress.”

Ciaran’s fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

I fought to keep my face impassive, to not let my breath hitch.

“I don’t believe it,” Ciaran said, his voice tight with a mixture of awe and frustration. “She can’t possibly…”

“Oh, but she can,” Ty replied, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “And she will. For as long as we want her to.”

Ty’s fingers traced my lips again, more insistently this time. “Open up, hummingbird.”

Ty parted my lips with his fingers and slipped them inside.

“Good girl,” Ty purred, pressing his fingers against my tongue.

Ciaran’s fingers continued their relentless assault, curling and stroking inside me .

The pleasure was building to an almost unbearable level, and I focused all my willpower on staying still, on not giving myself away.

Ty’s fingers pushed deeper into my mouth, almost to the point of gagging me. “I think she’s ready for more, don’t you?”

Ty’s fingers withdrew from my mouth, leaving me feeling empty for a moment.

I heard the rustle of fabric, the soft hiss of a zipper being lowered.

My heart raced in anticipation, but I kept my breathing steady, my face impassive, and I relaxed the back of my throat, my mouth filling with saliva in anticipation of him.

I felt the smooth, warm head of his cock press against my lips. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed forward, sliding into my mouth.

The familiar taste of him flooded my senses—salty, musky, uniquely Ty. He didn’t stop until he hit the back of my throat, filling me completely.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained. “So perfect.”

Ciaran’s fingers stilled inside me, as if he was transfixed by the sight of his brother’s cock disappearing into my mouth.

For a moment, the room was silent save for Ty’s ragged breathing and the obscene wet sounds as he slowly thrust in and out between my lips.

Then I felt Ciaran shift, his fingers withdrawing from my slick heat. The loss made me ache, but I remained motionless, committed to my role.

I heard him lean over the table, felt his breath hot against my inner thigh. My heart raced, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.

When his tongue finally touched me, it was like a jolt of electricity. He started tentatively, with light, teasing licks that barely grazed my sensitive flesh. Each swipe of his tongue sent shivers through me that I fought desperately to suppress. I wanted to arch into his mouth, to beg for more, but I remained still as a statue.

Ciaran grew bolder, his tongue delving deeper, circling my clit with increasing pressure.

Ty’s fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tightly as he thrust deeper. “That’s it, hummingbird. Take my whole cock like a good girl.”

I relaxed my throat further, allowing him to push in until my nose was pressed against his pelvis. The lack of air made my head spin, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.

Ciaran’s tongue was relentless, lapping at my folds, circling my clit with maddening precision, his moans vibrating against my clit. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled me closer to his hungry mouth.

“Come on, Ava,” Ciaran growled against me. “Move. Moan. Scream for me.”

My skin was on fire and my pulse was so fast that sweat broke out across my brow.

I refused to give in. I would win.

But the dual sensations of his mouth on me and Ty’s cock sliding in and out of my throat were almost too much to bear.

It was becoming too much of a temptation to just throw it all away—fuck the Sochai, the meeting with the High Lord, the chance to take down those evil fuckers.

Writhing on the floor with Ty and Ciaran all night, screaming so loud our neighbors had to call the cops, kept sounding better and better.

It was what my body wanted.

It was what my soul wanted, too.

I could feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, screaming for release.

Even as I urged it on, part of me feared the oncoming wave. It would be my ultimate test of will. Could I remain still as the two men I loved brought me to orgasm?

Just as I teetered on the edge of bliss, Ciaran pulled away. The abrupt loss of contact left me aching, my inner muscles clenching around nothing.

I wanted to whimper, to beg him to continue, but I remained silent and still, clinging to my resolve with every ounce of willpower I possessed.

“No,” Ciaran growled, his voice raw with desire and frustration. “You won’t be able to hold back when I fuck you.”

He was furious at the thought that I would win. He was determined to break me.

Ty chuckled darkly, still buried deep in my throat. “Then fuck her and make it good. But my money is on her.”

I heard the rustle of fabric, the clink of a belt buckle being undone.

I felt Ciaran position himself between my legs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance so much thicker than two fingers .

My body tensed involuntarily, anticipation coiling tight in my core. But I forced myself to relax, to remain pliant and unresponsive.

With a low growl, Ciaran thrust into me. The sudden fullness, the delicious stretch, nearly undid me.

In my head, I screamed and arched my back so I could take him deeper. But I held on to that darkness within me, letting it consume me, using it to stay still.

“Fuck,” Ciaran hissed through gritted teeth. “So tight. So wet.”

He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, then building in speed and intensity. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, threatening to shatter my control.

I focused on my breathing, on the weight of Ty’s cock in my mouth, using it as an anchor to keep myself grounded.

Ciaran’s pace increased, his hips snapping against mine with growing urgency, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, punctuated by ragged breaths and low groans.

Ty’s hand tightened in my hair as he thrust deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each movement.

“That’s it,” he panted. “Take us both.”

The sensations of being filled from both ends were overwhelming. Every nerve in my body sang with pleasure, my core tightening as my orgasm built relentlessly. I was a live wire, crackling with electricity, teetering on the edge of explosion.

Ciaran’s rhythm faltered, his movements becoming desperate and erratic as he slammed into me.

“Scream, damn you,” he yelled, his anger palpable, his voice strained with need. “Moan, writhe, flinch, something, anything .”

I remained motionless, even as Ciaran’s desperate pleas sent a thrill through me.

Ty chuckled darkly, the vibrations reverberating through his cock and into my throat. “She won’t break, brother. Our little hummingbird is stronger than you think.”

Ciaran growled as he pounded into me like he hated me, each thrust threatening to shatter my resolve.

His cock hit that perfect spot deep inside me, again and again, stoking the fire that burned white-hot in my core.

Ty’s grip on my hair tightened as he thrust deeper into my throat, his breathing ragged and uneven. The taste of him, salty and musky, filled my senses. The slight ache in my jaw, the pressure against the back of my throat, the fullness of him—it all added to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

The pleasure was excruciating, building to a fever pitch that threatened to consume me entirely. Every fiber of my being screamed for release, but I held on, clinging to that dark, slick core of control within me.

Ciaran’s movements became frenzied, desperate. His fingers dug into my hips with bruising force as he slammed into me, each thrust a punishing blow meant to break my resolve. The table creaked beneath us, the scattered papers rustling with each violent motion.

“No,” he groaned, his voice tight with frustration and awe. “How is she not moving?”

His anger was a living thing that filled the room with crackling energy. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension in his muscles as he came with a shudder.

His breath came in ragged gasps, hot against my skin as he leaned over me, his chest pressing against mine.

Ty chuckled as he pulled his cock from me. “Accept it, brother. She’s won.”

Ciaran pulled out in defeat, and I heard the smash of something against the wall, a glass perhaps. He stomped across the living room and his door slammed shut with a crash.

“But the game’s not over yet,” Ty whispered against my ear.

A dark thrill went through my body.

His mouth crashed onto mine as he lowered himself between my legs and pushed his cock into my pussy, filling me again.

The sudden fullness made my inner walls clench around him, needy and desperate from being denied an orgasm. His hands gripped my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled my legs up and apart.

The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper, his cock hitting spots that made sparks explode behind my closed eyelids. Pleasure radiated through my body, building the pressure.

Ty’s breath was hot against my neck as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin there.

“Good girl, hummingbird,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “Take your reward. Take it all.”

He hooked my legs over his shoulders, bending me nearly in half as he drove into me. The new angle allowed him to hit that perfect spot deep inside me with every stroke.

My nerves sang with electricity, every touch amplified to an almost unbearable degree.

I drowned in the sensations—the stretch and fullness of him inside me, the slight burn in my thighs as he held me, the tickle of his breath against my ear as he whispered filthy encouragements.

The scent of sex and sweat filled the air, mingling with the musty smell of old books and the faint metallic tang of the antique table beneath me.

Ty’s fingers dug into my flesh, sure to leave marks that I’d feel for days. The thought sent a thrill through me, knowing I’d carry the evidence of this moment on my skin.

His thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing ragged against my neck. I could feel him swelling inside me, on the edge of his own release.

“Come for me , hummingbird,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “This pussy is mine .”

My inner muscles clenched around him involuntarily, my body responding to his command even as I fought to remain outwardly still.

Ty’s hand slipped between us, his fingers finding my clit with unerring precision. He circled it roughly, the added stimulation pushing me over the edge.

It was my undoing. The dam broke, and pleasure flooded through me in an overwhelming rush.

My inner walls clamped down on Ty’s cock as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me.

I couldn’t stop it. A cry tore out of my mouth and my back arched as the most intense orgasm of my life rocked through me, shattering me into pieces.

Ty groaned, burying himself deep inside me as he followed me over the edge. I felt the hot pulse of his release filling me as his hips jerked against mine.

Ty chuckled as he pressed kisses along my jaw. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him. You’d already won anyway.”

His words should have soothed me, but guilt twisted sharp and heavy in my chest.

I should tell Ciaran the truth—that Ty and I hadn’t stopped after he left.

That, technically, I’d lost because Ty had made me come, harder than I’d ever come, and I couldn’t hold my cries back.

But I could never admit that to Ciaran. It would destroy him.

And Liath and the missing girls were counting on me. They needed me to take down the Sochai, to get them justice. I couldn’t let anything jeopardize that—not even this.

The euphoria ebbed, replaced by the cold clarity of reality. The weight of what lay ahead bore down like a suffocating fog.

I was entering the Sochai’s lair with Ciaran for his initiation, playing the part of the drugged, helpless girl.

And I had no idea what horrors were waiting for us.