Page 11 of Shattered Galaxies (Tears of the Siren #6)

Lorcan

The cabin of the jet was nearly silent, the hum of the airplane faint as we made our journey from Dubai to Edinburgh. We’d been flying for three hours now, chasing the mid-morning sun, as everyone caught up on sleep from the previous night.

Unfortunately for my men, this jet didn’t exactly have accommodations for their large statures, but we’d managed to make it work.

The flight attendant, who’d disappeared as quickly as he’d appeared, had shown us that a curtain could be drawn across the width of the cabin, turning the back half of the plane into more sleeping space.

With the massive lounge chairs, that was all my men had needed to knock out.

Now I was spending time alone with my King of Smoke—something that we had been sorely lacking as of late.

He’d pulled me onto his lap with a blanket around us, the chair we were in big enough that it was nearly two, his hand absently sliding up and down my leg as he read a book.

I’d be a liar if I said it wasn’t causing my body to heat up.

“Hey, Desmond,” I said softly, pulling his attention. “Thank you.”

Surprise and curiosity colored his face as he tossed the book to the side, pulling me more firmly onto his lap so that my legs slid to either side of his hips. My sleep shorts and tank did very little to hide how much his closeness affected me as my cheeks flamed with color.

“Thank you for what?” he asked, one of his hands locking my hip down. My breath caught at how hard he was as his other hand skimmed up my ribs.

“For always handling everything. You always keep us moving forward.”

Desmond’s gorgeous eyes flashed with heat as the cabin seemed to turn smoky with magic. “I will always take care of you, Lorcan.”

“Always?” I asked as his hand skimmed over my breast, a shiver rolling over my skin as he flicked the strap of my tank top down. I inhaled sharply as his large fingers trailed to the center of my chest and to his mark, a low rumble breaking from his throat.

“Always.” His voice was soft but had a commanding undertone, almost as if he were making a vow. I shifted on his lap, unable to ignore the hardness pressing right against my center. His hand on my hip tightened as his eyes snapped back up to hold my gaze.

“Do you need something?” he mused, his magic gliding across my skin with the grazing touch of smoke.

“You,” I admitted breathlessly. “Can’t focus very well when your hands are on me.”

“Good,” he chuckled. “Because I can’t focus when you’re in the same room as me, let alone when I’m touching you.”

I didn’t get a chance to respond before he tugged me forward, lifting me slightly as his lips clasped around my hard nipple. I whimpered as he switched between running his tongue over it and grazing it with his teeth. I could feel how wet I was, aching for his touch.

As I knelt over his lap, his hand slid down my ass to between my thighs, where he found just how soaked I was—his rough fingers pushing aside the cotton and coasting against my slit. The touch alone nearly had me climaxing.

“You are so fucking perfect,” he said, his other hand coming up into my hair, gripping it tightly and bringing our lips against one another. “Too fucking perfect. You drive me absolutely crazy.”

I cried out his name, the sound barely muffled by our kiss, as he pumped two fingers inside of my waiting center. I tightened around him as he began to finger fuck me, his lips on me hard and demanding against my moans.

“Please, Desmond, I really need you—” I moaned as he nipped my lip in punishment before removing his hand from my hair and bringing it to my jaw, sliding a thumb over my lips.

“Don’t make a noise,” he warned, his eyes lit with excitement. “We don’t want to wake everyone up, do we?”

But maybe I did. Moreso, our seats were facing the curtain, so there was a very real possibility that if someone did wake up, they would immediately see us. I whimpered at his words, tightening around his fingers as he let out a low rumble.

“You like that?” he murmured, grazing his lips down my neck. “I’m not sure I could handle sharing your attention—not while I’m deep inside of this perfect pussy.”

“Please?” I begged, feeling a surge of pure need at the picture he painted. “Please don’t make me wait.”

My words seemed to snap something in him, the space around us growing darker. “Turn around. I want to see your ass as you slide up and down me.”

I didn’t hesitate, not bothering to even remove my shorts as I straddled him in reverse. His hands stopped me as I went to sit back down fully, a sound of need leaving my throat as I heard his zipper come undone, his hard, hot length springing out.

“Maker, you’re fucking dripping on me,” he growled, rubbing his tip right against my center as I tried to stop myself from slamming down. I couldn’t help it though—I could feel, fucking feel how amazing it would be to have him deep inside of me.

Luckily, Desmond didn’t make me wait.

I nearly cried out his name, one of his hands covering my mouth in time to stop it as the other pushed my hip down, seating me on his cock. The nearly feral sound that left his throat caused everything in my center to tighten.

“Show me how much you wanted this,” he said as I began to slide up and down his length, his commanding, intense presence wrapping around me. It was just Desmond and me, completely alone. Until I felt someone watching.

The sensation of eyes on me had my gaze moving slowly toward the left side of the curtain, closest to us.

The material had parted slightly, and my breath caught as I met Zander’s nearly luminescent gaze.

His hands were white-knuckling his armchair, and if he’d been asleep before, he sure as hell wasn’t now.

I could see how hard he was from here, and instead of feeling embarrassed about being caught, it only encouraged me to take Desmond deeper.

To deliberately move my body for both the man buried inside of me and the one watching me.

Maker. Why was it so hot that he was watching?

“Good fucking girl,” Desmond growled against my ear. “Do you like taking my cock knowing he’s watching you? That he can’t do anything but watch me fuck you? To watch me take what’s mine?”

“Desi,” I gasped as his dark chuckle vibrated against my chest.

Desmond’s hands grew rough and bruising on my hips as he held me and began to pump up into me, hitting a deep spot of white-hot pleasure that had my eyes rolling back in my head.

I whimpered his name as I tried to stay as quiet as I could— but considering the force he was putting into drilling into me, it was really hard.

I could practically feel Desmond’s purpose, his claiming, and I knew I would have bruises on my hips from him. I loved that.

My gaze snapped back to Zander, finding that he’d shifted forward, his nostrils flared and his pupils blown.

“Zander,” I whispered, feeling breathless yet bold. “If you want a taste, take what you want.” I couldn’t believe the brazen words actually came out of my mouth, but they did the trick. Zander was kneeling in front of me in a fast second.

Desmond slowed his pace slightly but kept me in place, causing a moan to slip out at the way his teeth bit down on my shoulder possessively.

“Just…just a taste.” It was a directive to Zander, and it thrilled me. I had never told anyone what to do, ever—but Zander wasn’t influenced by my siren at all, and I could see my words pained him. His eyes closed as he ran a large hand over his cock before looking at my mouth.

His fingers slid against my jaw as he kissed me hard, deep and almost needy, different from the intensity with which I was being fucked. A perfect combination of contrast.

Zander didn’t just want my lips though.

His lips skated down my jaw and trailed down my chest, teasing my breast with his mouth while using his hand to massage the other, his thumb rolling my hardened nipple.

“Give her what she really wants, Zander.” Desmond’s voice was hard and Zander let out a low rumble, not in disagreement but almost as if he were in pain.

His hands moved down my abdomen to the edge of my sleep shorts, which were already tugged to the side as Desmond’s thick cock moved in and out of me.

But the siren didn’t hesitate to move his hands over my thighs and pull the shorts away further.

“Fuck,” I whimpered as his mouth suddenly suctioned around my clit.

I hissed at the intense pressure of it as he began to tease and play with it, his other hand moving back up to tease my breast. Desmond’s pace altered between hard and demanding, deep and slow, all while holding me in place.

I was dripping all over him, and Zander was almost feral, the low rumble from his throat and the way he seemed to be trying to get every drop of my wetness making me feel like I was going to pass out.

I felt like I was pushing and pulling the pleasure of our moment, Desmond commanding my movement as I directed Zander.

Seeing one of the most powerful men I knew on his knees absolutely did something for me.

I needed relief. My fingers strung through his hair, tightly, and I whispered to both of them. “I need to come. I need?—”

Zander’s magic slid out over my skin right as he bit down on my clit, and Desmond pistoned up into me.

His snarl of my name and the way his cock pulsed told me my climax brought on his own.

Molten lava erupted in my veins, relief cascading through me, and Zander let out a groan as if he’d come as well.

My legs trembled at that thought as I slid back down Desmond’s cock, keeping him inside of me.

Zander took his time, still lavishing my clit with full attention despite it being sensitive as hell.

Desmond’s breathing was rough behind me, and when Zander finally pulled back, his lips wet with my arousal, I didn’t hesitate to tug him forward.

His lips were hot on mine, and despite being fully seated on Desmond, I didn’t hesitate to run my fingers over Zander’s trapped hard length.

I wanted more of him. I also had a feeling he wasn’t ready for that.

Maybe I wasn’t even ready for that. After a long moment, the siren pulled back, his eyes wild as he pressed a kiss to my lips once more and disappeared back through the curtains without a word.

I collapsed back against Desmond, his fingers running over my hips and pulling me securely against him. My eyes closed as I considered what had just happened.

“Don’t overthink it, love,” Desmond murmured. “I promise everything will be fine.” His cock flexed inside of me as I whimpered.

“I need to clean up,” I said, but a feral noise left Desmond.

“Just stay like this,” he growled against my neck.

“Or turn around, but let me stay inside of you.” Oh holy hell.

Pulling off of him, I turned toward him, Desmond’s grip demanding as he pulled me back onto him.

I felt a slight tinge of soreness, and he paused, concerned.

Shaking my head, I sank back onto him, straddling him completely.

“Good girl.” He nipped my ear. “Now get some sleep.”

I shouldn’t have been able to fall asleep.

As I buried my head against his neck, I found myself dozing for moments at a time, the blanket wrapped around us keeping us shielded as Desmond’s fingers toyed with strands of my hair.

Despite being half asleep, I could feel how hard he was inside of me still, and soon my desire won out over my ability to sleep.

I shifted my hips, making Desmond chuckle. The sound sent chills rolling over my skin. His hand kept me down on his cock, not allowing me to move.

“I want you just like this. I want every drop of it inside of you,” he said softly, causing my eyes to flutter.

He was close to coming from just being buried inside of me.

I moaned as he pumped into me slowly, angling himself so he could get the slightest amount of traction.

I leaned into him fully and whimpered as one of his hands slipped between us to pet my clit.

Overstimulated still from Zander’s mouth post-climax, it didn’t take much for me to come again.

“Desi!” I hissed as I squeezed around his wide length, and he groaned my name, tugging me down completely before spilling inside of me. My eyes fluttered shut this time, and I didn’t even bother moving. Somehow, I knew I would sleep this time.