11. Kieran

11

KIERAN

A tickle on my nose roused me from sleep. It was a particularly hard task considering how easily I'd gone in and out of dreaming all night—I was shocked awake throughout the night from the horrible images my mind chose to torture me with.

To the depths of my soul, I truly believed that Bash would never hurt me. Yet all night, my dreams were filled with images of him draining all the blood from my body. Over and over again, I watched as it circled around him in a revolving orb that only he could control. There had been a maniacal glint to his eyes that were transfixed to the twin cuts on each of my palms as I hung limply from chains that held me against a stone wall. There wasn't an ounce of the tender and protective Bash that I knew present in the man in my dreams.

My body felt sluggish as I opened my eyes and swatted my nose, trying to get rid of the tickling sensation. The room was blurry for a second before my vision cleared and the culprit became known. A small, black tail flicked back and forth, as if agitated, from where the little wyvern lay curled asleep on my chest. Blocking the little swish of the tip of his tail with my finger as it came flying at my face again, a grunt sounded from the warm-bodied man cuddled into my side with his face on my shoulder.

"It was supposed to be my turn alone tonight," Ronan rumbled, refusing to open his eyes and greet the day.

I curled a finger beneath the underside of Niz's snout, scratching him lightly until a small vibration flowed through his body and into my chest. The wyvern was purring.

"But you couldn't say no to him?" I asked, turning my head to look at Ronan.

His hazel eyes were wide open and focused on Niz as he breathed out, "Could you?"

An amused huff came from my nose as I shook my head lightly. "Not a chance."

"Yeah, we're talking about you, asshole," Ronan growled as his eyes narrowed to slits.

Turning back to look at Niz, I caught him just in time to see a wink sent Ronan's way. I dissolved into a fit of giggles, the euphoria much needed to chase away the shadows of the horrible dreams still swirling around in my head.

As if they could both sense my thoughts, Niz gently licked the finger that had just been scratching him as Ronan asked, "So, did you have a chance to talk to him?"

My eyes turned to the ceiling as my chest rose with a deep inhale. As I let it out, my head shook. "Nope. I thought I'd find a way to have a moment alone with him, but according to Gabe, he locked himself in his room as soon as he got home—and I was in the shower when he got back."

A heavy sigh puffed over Ronan's lips, tickling my exposed skin with the movement. "Just give him time. I know he's the ball of energy and dramatic flair this group often needs, but in my experience, those are the people who are hurting the most on the inside. They just hide it with jokes and smiles, and they almost always do it better than anyone gives them credit for."

My mouth parted, but just as I was about to speak, a loud banging on my door filled the room.

"Let's go, Kieran!" Steele shouted. "Noah told me he needs time with Bastian alone today. So, you're coming with me to combat training, and I've booked an area for us to work alone."

I fought the urge to let out a groan but failed, epically. Steele chuckled from the other side of my door. "Get your ass in gear, Princess. Don't tell me you've gotten soft since focusing on affinity training."

Annoyance and sheer stubbornness rolled through my body and I flicked off the door as his footsteps sounded on the stairs. Ronan's large hand grabbed mine, bringing my middle finger to his lips before pressing a soft kiss against it. A shiver passed through me at the heat burning in his gaze. "Keep that attitude up and I won't let you out of this bed, Beauty."

"You say that like it wouldn't be a welcomed excuse to be late and piss him off."

The words were out of my mouth before I fully processed what I said, and it was clear we both felt shock from my brazenness. Ronan's mouth parted on my finger, and for a moment, everything was still as we stared at each other. Both of our breaths grew ragged, the sound of it filling the air around us.

Niz flew from my chest as Ronan lunged for me. My hands tangled in the soft strands of his hair as I welcomed his tongue into my mouth. His larger body smothered me into the bed as he rolled on top of me. A gasp escaped me as his hand captured my throat, tightening ever-so-slightly.

I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, biting the soft flesh until he ground his hard length against my hot core. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, welcoming the friction against my clit that sent sparks shooting throughout my pussy. He swallowed the moan that came from me as his hips rocked forward again.

The image of him stroking his cock right before he marked me with his cum came to the surface, making me pant out, "Remember what I told you last time?"

A growl ripped through him as he leaned back enough to look me in the eyes. "How could I forget you saying you want my cock to fill your mouth next time, Beauty? Those words plague me every time I picture how pretty your ass and pussy glistened with your cum and mine coating you."

A shiver of delight ran over my skin as my breath caught, feeling flushed at his dirty words. His voice was rough and somehow even deeper than normal as he continued, "The thought of those pretty lips wrapped around my cock until it's buried deep within your throat is my fucking undoing."

His words sent me into a frenzy—I wanted to do exactly that. While I loved how much the men around me put my pleasure above their own, there was a deep need within me to satisfy them in return. I couldn't explain it, but the rush of endorphins I knew I would get in bringing them to their knees with pleasure had my pussy clenching. I'd spent so long being worried about how to navigate these relationships and not hurt anyone that I'd become far more timid than I would have ever thought.

It was time to reclaim the energy I had when I'd had a one-night-stand with Gabe, in a fuck-you move to the world. This was my body, and I'd do whatever I wanted with it.

I wasn't some damsel-in-distress to be catered to at all times. What was it that Gabe said to me before? "I don't know if you're going to guide me to Heaven or Hell, Little Star." A wicked grin curved my lips up. I was definitely taking them to Hell from now on. The longer I was away from Alfemir, the more Heaven was starting to sound a little overrated to me.

Confidence flared deep within me, and I used all my strength to catch the large man by surprise, flipping us over. His eyes widened as I pushed down the sheets tangled between our bodies and grabbed the waistband of his boxers.

"Beauty, I didn't mean you had to do it now?—"

I cut him off, maintaining eye contact as I continued to push his boxers down until his thick cock sprang free. Bringing my hand up to wrap around the base, I tightened my grip and ran it up and down his shaft. Shifting until I settled between his legs, I lowered my lips to hover just above his tip.

His jaw looked like it was about to break as I whispered, "You're not in control now, Ronan. I am."

Wrapping my lips around his tip, I rolled my tongue, licking the pre-cum pooling there and teasing him. His eyes never strayed from my own, and fuck me, there was something so hot about this eye contact. It was like we were in a battle of wills to see who would break first. If there was anything Ronan should have known from helping me train all those years ago as I refused to give up on affinity testing, it was that I wasn't a quitter.

Hollowing out my cheeks, I began to suck on the thick head and bob my head up and down slightly. Meanwhile, my hand worked his shaft in tandem with my moves, going at a slow, agonizing pace.

He gritted his teeth as his hips bucked up, trying to get me to take more of him into my mouth. "You're going to be the death of me, Beauty."

A muffled laugh rolled through me as I began to take him further into my mouth, my eyes watering with the strain as he hit the back of my throat. Still, I refused to look away. Cupping his balls with my hand, I rolled them between my fingers as I relaxed my throat and gagged slightly. Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes and stuck to my lashes as I stared at him from beneath them, increasing my pace and letting him hit the back of my throat over and over.

His eyes rolled back as his thighs clenched beneath me, breaking our contact. A throaty groan left him and a sense of victory rushed through me, spurring me on. I sucked harder and faster, using my spit that coated his shaft to pump what I couldn't take of him with my throat in my hand.

He began to rock at the same pace I set, fucking my throat until he hissed, "I'm going to cum, Beauty. You need to move now if you don't want to take that in your mouth."

Always the gentlemen, these guys. I wanted every bit of them, though.

Flattening my tongue against the bottom of his shaft, I moaned at the thought of him spilling into my throat.

"Shit, the way that feels," he groaned.

He increased his pace and I took it all, loving the feeling of him claiming me and not being so damn gentle while doing it. There was a time and place for that, but right now I wanted this side of him. I wanted the Ronan who bantered with me and didn't take it easy on me all those years ago.

Hot liquid pooled in my throat as he came to a stop, and I continued to bob up and down slowly, extending his release until he shook beneath me. His fingers gripped my hair, stopping me from continuing.

"Fuck, Beauty, you've got to stop. I'm too sensitive."

My thighs shifted together as I swallowed and leaned back onto my calves to stare down at him. I could feel the slickness coating me at the desire and pleasure I'd felt in doing that. Batting my eyes at him, I licked my lips.

"You're…" he began and then stopped, seemingly at a loss of words.

"The Devil?" I joked back.

Lust seemed to fade from his eyes as he looked at me with something akin to…wonder?

"Everything, Kieran. You're everything."

My lips parted as I inhaled sharply. "Oh."

He surged upward, capturing my lips as he pulled me to sit on his lap. His tongue swept into my mouth, and there was something exceptionally tantalizing at him not being concerned about his cum that still coated my mouth.

"Kieran!" Steele yelled, making us both go still.

Shit. I was already pushing it with being late. I couldn't take any longer to get down there.

Ronan and I broke apart, panting heavily as he leaned his forehead to rest against mine.

"I've got to get dressed," I whispered, soaking up the warmth and closeness I felt in this moment with him. I didn't want it to end, knowing that far too much time went between these moments with how hectic our lives were. His arms tightened around me, holding me like he was feeling the exact same way.

"I didn't want to be the one to break up the moment, but since Steele already did…"

Niz's voice had me jolting in Ronan's arms and craning my head over my shoulder from the direction it came from.

There he was, sitting in the windowsill with his legs spread as he rested his forearms on them, his hands dangling down. The black pits of his eyes were focused on my face as the veins in his neck seemed to throb with how much they strained. My eyes drifted down, finding his very naked body on full display from his shift.

"Are you sure you can't stay?" Ronan's husky voice asked, his breath teasing the shell of my ear.

With how calm and collected he was, it clearly wasn't a surprise that Niz was still in the room with us. I wasn't sure how I'd forgotten that little fact, considering I'd woken up with him on my chest. Maybe I just had a penchant for people watching me, even if I didn't know about it.

I swallowed hard, confused by what Ronan was offering with that question. Was he okay sharing me with Niz?

Now that we were out of danger, and I found myself in the position again with him naked, my eyes zeroed in on the very hard length staring back at me.

"I…uhh…" I struggled to formulate words.

Banging at my door startled me once again. "Kieran, if you aren't downstairs in two minutes, I'm going to rip the door off of its fucking hinges and swat your ass until it hurts so badly you can't sit for weeks."

I didn't think Steele's words had their intended effect. Because in my current predicament, that sounded like I might like it.

Fuck, when did I start letting myself openly think of Steele like that? He'd been so…nice recently that I was finding doing so came a lot more naturally.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," I breathed out in response to Steele as I rolled off of Ronan's lap.

"Not yet you aren't," Ronan growled, trying to grab my leg to keep me on the bed.

I giggled at the sentiment, kicking lightly at his arm.

"I mean, if we had five more minutes…" Niz offered in a husky voice. My toes curled at the thought of what these two would do to me if I allowed it.

"I take that back," Steele growled, sounding a hell of a lot more like the cold commander I knew well. "I'll rip the door down and beat the fuck out of the guys in there. How's that sound?"

He didn't give any of us a second to respond, stomping off and back down the stairs.

I let out a heavy sigh. Something told me the training he had in mind for me this morning was suddenly about to get a lot more intense.