Page 43 of Protect Me

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By the timeSway comes down from the lyra, both Killian and Bracken have been gone nearly an hour already. Knowing that they plan to make her theirs eats away at me.

Mixing business with pleasure is messy, but this is more than that. Sway is more than mere pleasure. And that’s what scares me.

Granted, she’ll be gone in three months, anyway. So that something more doesn’t actually matter, does it? My gut churns, and that truth hits me head-on. I’m reluctant because moving in on her means losing her. All three of us might be left wanting more when Sway’s time here is over.

What the hell are we going to do then?

When she’s back on the ground, her slight limp is the only evidence of her still-aching ankle. Cheeks flushed, her expression is joyful as she crosses over toward me. Every step she takes eats away at my resolve. Killian’s voice rings in my ear.Make your move soon because we already have.

“That was exhilarating.” She grins. “Did I look—”

I don’t let her finish. I grip the back of her neck and spin her, pressing her back into the wall as I slam my mouth to hers. Her hands grip my arms as mine pin her to me. I expect her to pull away. To shove me off of her, but her submission is instant.

She opens beneath me, and her soft moan is music to my fucking ears.

I drive my tongue into her mouth, sliding it against hers. She tastes like a fucking daydream. Like nothing I’ve ever had before. Like redemption. I arch into her, my cock far harder than it’s ever been as I press into her.

My hands glide down her body, and I grip her ass, lifting her so those gorgeous fucking legs are wrapped around my waist. I kiss her until I’m drunk on what she has to offer.

Until the rest of the world fades away.

Her body fits perfectly against mine, as though she were made for me. For my brothers.

To fuck.

To possess.

To love.

And it’s that last one that cuts me deeper than anything else. This woman will mean more to us than any other has. She will have the power to destroy us

Still, I don’t pull away because Sway’s arms come around my neck. Her full breasts press against my chest, her sweat-slicked skin pinned to me. I release her mouth, and she tips her chin up like a good fucking girl as I drag my tongue down the side of her neck. Her skin is tangy beneath my tongue, and the animal in me surges to the surface.

He craves her, too.

“Well, fuck me, Bracken, looks like he’s made his choice.”

Panting and dazed, I lift my head and look over at my brothers, who are both grinning widely at me. Again, I expect Sway to pull away but she doesn’t. I look down and find her staring up at me, eyes wide and glossy with lust. I kiss her again one last time, pressing my lips to hers gently as I let her body slide slowly down mine.

And when her feet finally hit the ground, I step back. This wouldn’t have been my first choice for how to ask her about the three of us, but it’s too late to stop them now. All I can do is hope she’ll hear us out.

“Choice?” Sway questions as she looks from me to them. “What choice?”

Bracken smiles. “On whether or not he was in, too.”

“In on what?” Her brows draw together, and she crosses her arms. “What the fuck is going on?”’

“Easy, love.” Killian chuckles. “We’ve merely decided that we want you. Is that not clear?”

“We’re a pride,” Bracken says. “And because of that, we share everything.”

“Everything,” Sway repeats, her gaze narrowing on him before she shifts it to me. “As in—”

“Women,” I tell her softly.

Her swollen lips part as she looks up at me. “I’m sorry, come again?”