Page 35 of Savage Blooms (Unearthly Delights #1)

She tore her eyes away from the scene and looked to Adam, who appeared blind with rage and tortured by lust, undeniable as the hard-on pressing against his jeans. He was painfully, shamefully turned on, watching his romantic rival devour the girl he’d had a crush on for half a decade.

Eileen had never been as taken with him as she was in that moment.

Nicola rolled her hips experimentally against Finley’s body, then gave a shuddering little sigh that captured Eileen’s attention once again.

God in Heaven, she was getting off. Did she like being watched?

Did she like making Adam jealous? Did she take pleasure in cuckolding Eileen?

Every option was tantalizing in a different way.

“Well,” Eileen said to Adam, clearing her throat. She was aping disaffection, but she felt a red flush creeping across the plane of her chest. “Those two are entertaining themselves, so I think you and I should continue the game.”

“It’s Nicola’s turn,” Adam said weakly, mesmerized by the way Nicola rotated her hips in little circles, the way Finley’s ragged breath caught in his throat.

“Nicola is otherwise engaged,” Eileen said, more forcefully. She grasped Adam’s knee, demanding his attention. “I’ll go in her stead.”

“All right then. Tell me what’s out in that cave. Real talk this time, with details. No bullshit.”

Adam probably thought this would put a stop to everything and bring the whole impossible evening to a screeching halt. It was cute, the way he dramatically tossed down his Get Out of Jail Free card. But instead of cutting the game short, Eileen merely smiled.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that to get an answer out of me,” she said, blood pounding hot and fast in her veins. Whatever came next, consummation or confrontation, she welcomed it.

She never felt quite so herself as she did when she was tangling other people’s heartstrings in her deft fingers, like they were nothing more than a cat’s cradle. Maybe that made her evil. It wouldn’t be her only trait worthy of damnation. But God, it made her feel alive.

Eileen stole another glance at Nicola and Finley. Finley had hiked Nicola’s dress up around her waist, treating the entire room to an unobstructed view of her round ass.

Was Nicola using Finley to punish Eileen for capturing Adam in her web?

Was Finley disciplining Eileen’s wandering eye with this American girl, leagues lovelier and bushels sweeter than Eileen would ever be?

Or was it simply the seductive influence of Craigmar, wrapping them all up in a blanket of private enchantment that made every desire of their hearts seem plausible?

Maybe they were all trying to punish each other, in their own ways.

Eileen stretched out languidly, letting her knees fall further apart to reveal the lace-trimmed edge of black silk beneath her skirt. That was the final straw for Adam.

He made a disgusted sound – whether he was disgusted with himself or with her, Eileen didn’t know and didn’t care – and pushed up on his knees to lean over her.

Up until that moment, Eileen had been convinced that he was pliable but unsure he was a good fit for what she wanted.

He had seemed too earnest, too decent, too unsure of himself.

But now, as he looked down at her like he truly despised her and like he wanted her so much it might obliterate him, Eileen saw that he was perfect.

Adam flipped her skirt up around her hips, and, without another word, cupped her pussy in his hand. His touch was warm and heavy, making all rational thought evaporate from Eileen’s brain.

“This game is called Confession, right?” Adam said, voice low and warning. “Start confessing.”

“No,” Eileen purred.

Adam slipped his hand beneath the waistband of her panties and quickly located the small bud of pleasure between her legs. She might talk a good game about anyone but Finley being able to catch her eye, but her body was no liar, and it was wet and ready for him.

He circled her clit with his fingers, slow at first and then with more force. Eileen squirmed under his touch, giggling in a teasing fashion, so Adam used his free hand to hold her down by the waist, making her still. The laughter dried right up as her heart pounded against her ribs.

A firm hand was the secret to getting under her skin, as Adam would quickly learn.

“You play dirty,” Eileen whispered, her breath ghosting across his mouth without her lips ever making contact.

No matter how lovely he looked right now, she refused to kiss him.

That seemed more intimate than his hand between her legs.

She had only ever kissed her parents on the cheek, and Finley on the mouth.

Kissing was one of her favorite things in the world, especially the unhurried, sweet kind that made her heartbeat slow and made her feel, for one long moment, like a normal human girl capable of normal human emotions.

She wasn’t sure she could trust Adam with that just yet.

Her hands found the button on his jeans and quickly unfastened it.

Adam yanked his jeans down over his ass, revealing his painfully hard length.

Eileen wrapped her soft fingers around him and began to stroke, firm and deliberate.

She lived for this filthy, furtive kind of sex, the stolen gasping moments that made her feel like she couldn’t come fast enough.

The sound of Nicola’s rising and falling voice broke through the haze of Eileen’s pleasure, and Adam stole a glance in her direction. Eileen watched him watching Nicola, all the hotter because of the agonized line that appeared between his brows.

Nicola had pushed Finley down onto his back on the carpet, braceleting his wrists with her hands and holding them up above his head.

Finley looked punch drunk and dazed as Nicola ground her hips against him.

Eileen never held him down like that, never used his body for her own pleasure.

She enjoyed the friction of a power struggle, but she enjoyed losing the struggle more.

Was this something Finley liked, being bossed around and handled roughly? The thought sent a spiral of heat curling through Eileen’s womb, nearly pushing her over the edge.

Nicola broke first, coming with a high-pitched cry that liquified something inside Eileen’s brain. Finley followed her shortly thereafter, making a deliciously dirty mess of his slacks.

Adam made a bruised noise, hips bucking. And then, caught up in the unspeakably erotic atmosphere of all four of them debased together on the floor, he spilled in Eileen’s hand with a groan.

“I win,” Eileen said triumphantly.

“No, you don’t,” Adam ground out and pushed two fingers inside her.

Eileen gasped, a tremor rolling through her thighs.

She had never had anyone else but Finley inside her, and he rarely touched her like this, plunging her depths like there were secret treasures hidden away in the heart of her for the taking.

Adam rubbed a circle against the sweet spot alongside her inner wall.

“Adam,” Eileen gasped.

She only lasted a few more moments, then clenched around him as her orgasm swept through her body. She all but saw stars, her vision whiting out for a few exquisite seconds.

Then her forehead dropped down against his shoulder, her chest heaving with exertion.

“The past,” Eileen panted, the morsel of truth slipping from her lips unbidden. She hadn’t meant to say that. Maybe Adam had won this round, after all. Maybe he was clever enough to match her. “That’s what’s out in that cave.”