Untamed (Hearts 3)

“No,” he said. “Don’t let her catch her breath. This was what she wanted.”

“What do you want?” Eden asked in my ear, still giving me the power that Ronan was trying to take away from me.

“She wants to come,” Ronan answered for me. “Don’t you, Poppy? You want her to make you come. To put her fingers inside of you. You want her to bite on your nipple just the way you like and whisper something dirty in your ear. Something about what a good girl you are and how pretty your tits are and how she’s going to use you so hard, until it doesn’t hurt to think about what’s going to happen next.”

“Yes,” I sobbed. Eden’s hands left me and my eyes opened wide, hoping it was because Ronan would be there, giving me what I needed. But no, Eden just pushed me back so I was sitting on the banquette again, legs splayed, breasts bared. I had to look wild. Feral. My eyes met Ronan’s and still he sat there. If he hadn’t just said those words, I would have thought he wasn’t even paying attention. He was so calm. So…unbothered. I undid my pants myself, shoved them down my thighs, revealing my body.

“Don’t.” He stopped. Looked away. Again, the hard clench of his jaw. He cared about something. But what? He didn’t want to see me naked? Or he didn’t want any of this?

Jesus, Poppy. He’d done nothing but make that clear.

I’d stepped into waters so deep and so turbulent I was drowning. I crossed my arms over my body, feeling as if I would explode from want and embarrassment.

“Oh no, sweetheart,” Eden said, quietly, like she was talking just to me. “That’s not what he wants.”

“I don’t know what he wants,” I whispered. “I’ve never known what he wants.”

Eden pulled up her skirt high over her own hips, revealing a black satin thong, wet between her legs, pulled askew. I reached up and touched her, ran my thumb along the fat seam between the lips of her pussy. She was so wet. Swollen and hot. My body kept humming and she bit her lip.

“Honey,” she whispered. “He’s not interested in watching me come. He wants to watch you come. So let’s…let’s give him that.”

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered.

“Because I fucked up your lives pretty good,” she said. “I owe you. And this is a goddamned delightful debt to pay. They should all be so fucking hot.” She pushed me forward until I was on the edge of the seat and then she pulled me back against her chest, so I was reclining in her arms. Across from us, Ronan was looking out the window, his cheeks flushed, his jaw tight but his eyes very carefully, very deliberately, not on us. Eden’s hands cupped my breasts, lifting them like she was offering them to him.

Still he didn’t look.

She pinched my nipples and he was utterly indifferent. We might as well have been reading the paper. He wasn’t going to break. Everything I was doing, all the ways I was trying to provoke him and he didn’t care. Ronan never cared. A sound came out of me, a sobbing moan from the very place in my chest where my heart was being twisted and broken.

That sound made him turn his head. Our eyes met in the burning distance between us and I saw everything that had happened between us. The engagement party, my kitchen, the gala, Caroline’s house, Ireland…all of it. Every moment of Ronan and Poppy was in his eyes. Eden touched my knee, pushing my leg out wide.

“Now,” Eden purred. “When you say rough, how rough?” Her fingers slid from my knee to my pussy and I arched into her. This build-up had been days in the making and I was suddenly desperate. Burning. An orgasm building in my clit. A small touch. A tiny bit of pressure and I would explode into a million pieces.

“Stop,” he demanded. Barked, really. Eden stopped, her fingers on my belly. But I was too far gone. My hips arched, my own hands reaching between my legs to give me the relief I needed. I was past wanting to feel good. Wanting a wedding night. I was in some kind of animal need. Desperate.

“Stop her,” he growled, and Eden grabbed my hands, pulling them away.

“What…what are you doing?” I whispered, my body arcing up and away from Eden’s towards him. Needing…him.

“I think you’ve awakened the beast,” Eden purred, her fingers like manacles around my wrist. “And I think the beast doesn’t want anyone touching you but him.”

I started to close my legs. “Ah ah ah,” she said and used our linked hands to keep my legs wide. Open. For him. I liked this too much. The orgasm built despite not being touched. Because I wasn’t being touched.