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CHAPTER 46

I sit across from Shamus on his bed, cross-legged, as he holds his hand out again. “Focus, Tate,” he snaps, and my eyes narrow in annoyance at his use of my name. I’m accustomed to the endearment he always uses when speaking to me, and I find it hard to hear my name on his lips now.

Pressing my palm above his, I close my eyes and focus on the vision I want to throw at him, and then I touch him. This time he jerks back with a laugh, and I open my eyes, grinning. “Did you see it?”

“You slapping me? Yes, good. Try again, but more detailed this time. Shove more at me, as long as you can,” he murmurs.

Nodding, I close my eyes and visualise what I want him to see. I struggled at first to get the details just right, but we found intense emotions seem to work best, such as fury, love, and lust. I focused on the first half, so now, with a wicked grin, I focus on the last.

I just can’t resist. I press my hands to his, and his groan fills the air as my eyes open to observe him. His eyes are almost glazed over as he watches my visions pouring into his head of my lips wrapped around his cock. I send him more visions as they come to me, and when I remove my hand, he startles, his cheeks red.

“Angel,” he growls.

“Yes, commander?” I tease, blinking innocently. “Did my visions work? Maybe I’m getting better.”

“You better not ever show anyone else visions like that,” he warns.

“Or what?” I murmur as I press my hand to his leg and throw another one at him. His teeth flash in warning before he’s on me.

Our lips meet in a flurry as we tumble to the bed, the visions making us both hot and bothered, but then we hear a chuckle.

“I bet them I’d find you both still in bed.” We jerk apart, swinging our heads around to see Ronan floating close by, wiggling his eyebrows. “Looks like I got here at the right time. Don’t let me stop you. I’ll enjoy the show.”

My eyes narrow on him, but Shamus grips my chin and turns me back, his lips crushing to mine once more. He doesn’t care that his best friend is watching us, and honestly, I don’t care either. I’ve fucked both Shamus and Ronan, and I have nothing to be ashamed of.

I kiss him back, sliding my hands down his abs before I sit on my heels, eyeing him below me, then I wrap my lips around his cock. I did say I wanted him in my mouth, after all. His groan fills the air, and he thrusts down my throat, letting me set the pace as he fills my throat, and I bob on his cock, getting it nice and wet. When he’s had enough, he rips me up, and our lips meet again as he drags me down and impales me on his cock, swallowing my gasp of surprise and pleasure as he stretches me. I sink all the way down his length, my nails digging into his chest as we break apart, and then he pulls from my body and thrusts back inside me. His hand slides possessively down my body, and he rubs my clit until I cry out and roll my hips.

I ride him hard, but then I hear a noise. Glancing back with a smirk, I meet Ronan’s dark, hungry gaze as he watches me. “You sure you just want to watch, Ronan?”

His eyes flare, snapping up to mine. I offer him my hand with a wicked grin. “You’ve been inseparable with Shamus since, well, forever, so why start now?” I glance at Shamus to see him smirking, gripping my hips and urging me to move.

“Take her hand, fool,” he tells Ronan. “I won’t last long in her cunt. She feels so good.”

Ronan disappears, but I feel him behind me, and then a hand grips my neck, turning my head, and invisible lips meet mine. My eyes widen as I clench around Shamus, but I hand myself over to him even though I can’t see him, and big hands cup my breasts from behind, tweaking my nipples. Shamus rubs my clit until I cry out into Ronan’s mouth.

Groaning, Ronan pulls away, and I search for him as he pushes me forward so I’m lying across Shamus, who stops moving. I still can’t see Ronan, but I feel him. His cock presses against my pussy, knocking into Shamus’s. Neither of them seems to care, and I jerk with a cry as he pushes into me, filling me alongside Shamus, forcing my pussy to stretch so wide it hurts. I bite Shamus’s chest in punishment, and he grunts and jerks inside me, and then Ronan moves, pulling from my body and pushing back as he and Shamus find a rhythm. They pin me between them as they use me—one in, one out—filling my pussy over and over. Ronan’s hand is on my neck, pinning me, and Shamus’s are on my hips, my teeth digging into his chest.

“Shit, she feels good like this.” Ronan’s voice fills my ear, and I shudder. “You should see her, all stretched around us. It’s fucking incredible.”

“I can feel it,” Shamus growls. “She’s dripping for us. You like it, don’t you, angel? Like us sharing you?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He’s not wrong, and his words go straight to my already throbbing body, pleasure coursing through every inch of me as they surround me. Their cocks build my pleasure until I can’t handle it anymore.

I shatter, screaming into Shamus’s skin.

My cunt clenches on them, and Shamus groans, burying deep inside me. I feel his release filling me. Ronan huffs into my skin, biting the nape of my neck as he hammers into me before stilling as he follows us into ecstasy.

The pleasure continues to flow through me, making me twitch between them, and when it finally lets me go, I slump into Shamus, covered in sweat and cum but oh so fucking satisfied.

I guess you should mix business with pleasure, especially if it’s at the hands of your dangerous commander and his mischievous ghost.