Page 106 of Three Irish Kings

“I’m so close…”

“Don’t you dare come yet.” He slows down, collapsing on top of me, cupping my face in his hands. “I’ll make it worth your while,mo chuisle.”

I want to be a good girl for him so bad, but the coil is so tight inside me.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, but Cillian stops again.

Groaning, I open my eyes.

“There you are. What did I say about your eyes?” He thrusts once, hard, inside me.

I gasp. “To keep them on you.”

“Think you can do what I asked, or should I stop?”

He is frozen inside me, his eyes shining with mischief.

“I’m sorry, I’ll behave.”

“Good.” He starts again, keeping the previous pace.

I haven’t come down, yet, so as soon as he starts thrusting, my body starts quaking with the need to come.

“Please, please, please, please.” It’s a prayer, a mantra, all that is keeping me tethered to the here and now.

“Just a little bit longer…” His voice is rough and hoarse, and he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in the entire world.

He groans low in his chest, and starts pulsing inside me, impossibly hard.

“Oh, God. Please, Cillian…" I gasp.

“Come.”

My orgasm hits me like a freight train, making me cry out his name and scratch my nails down his back, leaving red lines.

“Isla,” he moans as he spills inside me, catching my mouth in a passionate kiss that makes my chest ache.

As I come down, breathing hard, a sweaty sheen across my skin, he kisses along my collarbone and then my chin and my mouth, smiling widely. I rarely ever see Cillian smile like that, and it makes me want to burst into tears all over again.

My eyes prickle.

“What’s wrong,mo chuisle?”His grin turns into a frown, and he cups my face again, making me look at him.

His face swims, my vision blurring with tears.

I have to leave him. I have to leave Dare and Liam, too, and God knows I don’t want to. But I can’t say that.

“I don’t know, just the endorphins, I guess, and all the drama with Maggie.”

I don’t have a choice. I can’t raise a baby with three possessive, morally gray men. This isn’t a fairy tale, and I’d die before I could choose between them, or force them to choose who gets to keep me. Either option would kill me and break their bond.

And I can’t live with either of those options.

Cillian hums, slowly pulling out of me and I feel empty, a void in my stomach.

He settles next to me, pulling me on top of him, and I rest my head on his chest.

I’m exhausted, mind, body, and soul.