Page 56 of Three Irish Kings

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me.” Her words a mix between a prayer and a plea.

Cillian stands up, his face covered in her slick. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

He takes himself in hand and presses into her, slowly at first, but she rolls her hips back like a pro, fucking herself on his cock.

Her muffled moans get louder, and Dare lets out a string of Gaelic curses when he spills in her mouth and all over her face.

Her tongue darts out to lick the stray cum on her face, and I have to grip myself at my base to keep from exploding right there.

Cillian’s still fucking her in long, slow strokes, but his breath is already hitching.

It’s no wonder. It’s so hot, seeing her fucked out like this.

Dare pulls out of her mouth, leaning down to kiss her while she’s still covered in him, and I groan, finally breaking my silence.

“Look at you. Such a good fucking girl, taking Cill like that.”

She hiccups out a whine, rolling her hips back, taking him deeper, and Cillian cries out, grabbing onto her hips with a steel grip.

“If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, Cill. Fill me up,” she groans, and Cillian grits his teeth, glancing at me desperately.

I smirk and shrug, and he fucks her hard and fast, finally spilling inside her.

She collapses, face in the pillow, and Dare chuckles, dragging his hand along her spine.

“You’re not finished yet, are you?” I gesture down to my erection, which I’m still holding.

She licks her lips and rolls over, spreading her thighs, spent.

“That’s all right. I’ll take care of you.” I cover her with my body as Dare twists one of her nipples between his fingers.

She lets out little whining moans as I guide myself into her, fucking her in long but rough strokes.

Her breasts bounce as I fuck her, and I slide my hands under her ass to angle her in a way that makes the movement smoother.

God, she’s even hotter and tighter than I would have imagined, and I’m certainly not going to last long, but she’s already clenching around me from the aftershocks.

“God, do it, Liam. Come in me, please, make me a mess.”

“You are a mess, aren’t you? Messy little slut, just taking care of all of us. Love being all full of dick, don’t you?” I fuck her harder, chasing my orgasm.

She looks up at me with wide hazel eyes that are still leaking tears, and that does it.

My balls ache as I fill her up, crying out her name—Isla.

As I come down from my high, all I can think about is that whether she wants it or not, she is our pet now.

Chapter Sixteen

CILLIAN

I don’t askfor Liam’s permission when I scoop Isla up in my arms, taking her to the bathroom. I think I’m done taking orders from Liam, at least in the bedroom.

I place her on the toilet, and she sways on the seat as if she’s drunk instead of just fucked out.

“What are you doing?” Her words are almost slurred, and I turn and cup her chin again, forcing her to look at me.