Chapter 136

Fuck, I love crotchless panties,” Killian growled. The sound sent a delicious wave of vibrations through my body. I would’ve laughed, but my skin was on fire, and I couldn’t catch my breath. I gripped the edge of the small desk for dear life with one hand and tightened my fingers in his hair with the other.

His tongue circled my clit, and his teeth tugged lightly on my piercing. I exploded with a loud moan, my head tipping back against the vanity mirror. I saw stars. God bless pregnancy hormones because the orgasms were other-worldly.

“Oh, Ian,” I let out as his tongue continued its meticulous assault. “Please, Ian. I need you.”

“Anything you want, princess,” he murmured. His teeth sank into my thigh briefly. I gasped and squirmed. “Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are when you’re impatient and needy?”

“The ceremony is going to start soon,” I said quietly. I grabbed his belt and dragged him closer. When I leaned forward to kiss him, he pulled away with a laugh.

“Your make-up.”

“I can redo my make-up.”

“You look so fucking gorgeous though.” He evaded my second attempt at a kiss, making me scowl with frustration.

“If you don’t kiss me, Killian Donovan Byrne, I swear I will make your life miserable starting tomorrow,” I threatened without an ounce of malice. I knew I was lying, he knew I was lying, but we both knew he’d humor me anyway. And he did. His mouth crashed into mine, teeth scraping along my bottom lip.

He swallowed every desperate sound I made as I fumbled through unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. The man offered no help, instead focusing on teasing me with his hands. They slid up my thighs and swept up my sides. He brushed his thumbs over my nipple piercings, sending a wondrous shock through my body.

Wrapping my hand around his dick, I stroked him slowly. He planted his hands on the table with a sigh. His hips rocked with every pass of my hand. I swiped my thumb over his slit, gathering the bead of pre-cum and sucking it off.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he growled, making the mirror behind me vibrate. I was getting used to the way his new growls made things rattle and shake. It was ridiculously hot when it was because of me. He grabbed my hips and dragged me to the edge. “Knees up, my sinful princess, and watching your volume.”

“Yes, Sir.” I lasted all of two seconds being silent. The moan that came out of me as he buried himself to the hilt inside me was loud and untamed.

“Quiet, Genevieve,” Killian whispered. Every thrust was perfection that had me sky-high. “You’ll scar the church ladies.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” I managed to say. Leaning back on my hands, I dug my heels into the backs of his thighs for encouragement. “Faster!”

He picked up his pace. The vanity thudded off the wall, fast and hard. My body was on fire despite me being in nothing more than a bra and panties. My chest heaved, and his name fell off my lips in a chant.

“Touch yourself for me, princess,” he ordered. “Make yourself come on my cock.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. His gaze dropped to where our bodies connected as my fingers circled my clit. My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I tried to contain myself. The pressure and heat in my core were intense and addictive. I loved that he could make me feel this way.

Killian’s tongue ran up the line of my neck, making me shudder. I grabbed hold of his bicep as a way to ground myself. I was ready to fall apart.

“Look how fucking pretty you are, my good girl,” he praised, his breath hot against my ear. “You take my cock so fucking well, Genevieve, like you were made for me.”

“Oh.” His words knocked the breath out of me. I teetered that glorious ledge—my body vibrating with anticipation.

“Let me hear you say my name as you come for me, baby girl,” he encouraged. His teeth sank into my shoulder. That was the end of me. I came hard with his name falling off my lips on endless repeat, my muscles pulsing around his dick. His pace picked up as he drove into me faster. “That’s right, princess. Who do you belong to?”

“You.” I dragged his mouth in for a searing kiss, his tongue battling mine. I whispered, “I belong to you.”

His fingers dug hard into my hips as he thrust himself deep inside me, his dick jerking as he came. Breath mixing, hearts pounding, and not a care in the world. For about thirty seconds anyway until someone started banging on the door.

“Hey!” Roan said loudly through the door. “Wrap it the fuck up! People are starting to ask where you two are.”

“Perfect fucking timing,” Killian muttered against my lips. Over his shoulder, he yelled, “So, lie!”

“We’re in a church!”

“That’s your job as best man!”

“My job doesn’t include lying so you can fuck your wife,” he retorted.

“That’s exactly your job, you furry fuck,” Killian told him with a laugh. He kissed me. “Don’t you fucking move, baby girl. I’m going to figure out something to clean you up with. Can’t have you walking down the aisle with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

I shouldn’t, but I kind of wanted to.

“Just make it fast!” Roan snapped.

“Go away,” Killian told him.

“The shit I do for you,” he muttered. The sound of his steps disappeared down the hall.

“I have wipes in…” I pointed to one of six bags in the room, “I think Gabby put them in that bag. No wait! That’s Raven’s overnight. You don’t want that bag unless you want to see the lingerie she packed for her and Declan’s… I can’t say the word.”

“Fuck-a-versary?” Killian laughed. The sound rolled pleasantly down my spine. “I gave her that term.”

I leaned back against the mirror as I watched him clean up and resituate his clothes. The man was walking sin in black dress pants and a dress shirt. The rolled-up sleeves and unbuttoned collar showed off his tattoos and taunted my lady parts.

“If you keep looking at me like that, Genevieve, we’ll never make it down the fucking aisle,” he said. That boyish grin of his made my heart melt. “And we’re making it down the fucking aisle if I have to kill someone to do so.”

I made a face, my nose crinkling.

“That’s definitely against the commandments,” I said.

“And stopping me from marrying my wife all over again is unforgivable,” he countered. “Hold still.”

I did as he asked while he gently cleaned me up. That didn’t stop me from running at the mouth.

“Those aren’t the same things.”

“One unforgivable sin meets another unforgivable sin. It sounds like the same thing, baby girl.”

“Would you really kill someone if they stopped our wedding?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Would I kill someone if they got in between you and me under damn near any circumstances? That’s not even a fucking question. The answer is always yes.” He kissed me once, trying to keep it brief, but I pulled him right back in need of more. He chuckled against my lips. “That turned you on a little, didn’t it?”

“Shush you,” I replied. For good measure, I added, “Maybe just a little. Or a lot. So very much. Round two?”

“Aisle, baby girl,” he reminded me. I whined. Hormones were definitely getting the better of me. That and those damn forearms.

And tattoos.

And the way his hair fell across his forehead.

Oh, and his eyes.

Hormones made me want to skip the whole wedding and just drag his sexy ass to bed. And to the kitchen. And the shower.

“There are bathrooms at the reception, right?” I asked. He cocked a brow, and I fluttered my lashes innocently at him.

“Fuck, I love you.” He grabbed my neck, using a firm hold to drag me close for a series of heated kisses. I moaned as he let go, backing away. “I’ll see you at the fucking altar.”

“Maybe say fuck less!” I called after him. He paused in the doorway with a smirk.

“Not a fucking chance,” Killian said and shut the door. I sank back against the vanity mirror, smiling stupidly. I wouldn’t have his handsome, foul-mouthed self any other way.