Maell heard Niall groan and, glancing to his side, saw his brother gripping the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

Niall’s intense gaze never left Rose.

But that wasn’t enough for him.

He unbuttoned his trousers, pulling out his throbbing, pre-cum-dripping member, swollen from pent-up frustration.

With rough, aggressive strokes, Niall began pleasuring himself right there, his hips thrusting into his hand like a man possessed.

He looked every bit the picture of an unhinged predator.

Maell, no longer able to resist, unzipped his pants and freed his own painful erection.

“Mmm,” he groaned as his rough hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it while imagining Rose’s touch instead.

The two stood just a few feet away from her, jerking themselves off like crazed voyeurs.

They could easily claim her, but instead, they indulged in this bizarre and erotic display.

Rose’s leggings started to grow visibly damp between her thighs.

She wasn’t deaf—she could hear their groans, feel their heated