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I take her taut, pink nipple between my fingers and I twist the beautiful tips and tug.
Her reaction is just what I thought it would be.
Her tight, little pussy clamps around me and she gives me exactly what I want.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Take my milk.”
“Ryth, Alaric!” She thrashes and bucks. I hold her in place with the help of my friends and we hold her to us completely.
My cock jerks and pulses. “Milk me, Nyx. Milk me and take everything I have.” Hot ropes of my cum spill into her womb. If she’s not pregnant from everything we’ve fed her tonight, it will be a damn miracle.
I rock my hips forward and I give her the last drop of my seed and she takes it and my heart. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give this woman. My love, my heart, my blood.
And my crown.
CHAPTER 8
NYX
Igrip my thighs around Ryth, but his shoulders keep me from moving. There’s nothing I can do but ride out the forced pleasure ripping through me. I press my eyes tightly closed. Out of arousal or shame for liking what they are doing to me, I don’t know.
It hurts but it’s so good. My chest heaves and my legs are no better than mush. My knees fall open and a very satisfied-looking Ryth pushes up from his place between my thighs. My juices glisten off his chin and I understand what he’s about to do a split second too late.
His hand comes around my throat, pushing my chin up. My strength is nothing compared to his so there’s no fighting him back. No getting away from his lips latching onto mine. I groan into his mouth, the taste of all our shared releases fed from his mouth to drip over my tongue.
Alaric slowly pumps his hips into me, and I take comfort in his arms. He holds me and protects me while his friend ravishes my mouth. His open palm caresses over my abdomen to settle between my legs. Strong fingers spread over the seam of my pussy.
Lips press to my ear as Alaric growls, “Let’s make sure our milk stays in you for as long as possible.”
I groan into Ryth’s mouth and then I’m being pulled out of their warm embraces and settled beside Marco. “They’ve kept you to themselves long enough.”
“Is that how this works, then? I’m passed around until everyone has their fill?”
Everyone is quiet for several moments. The bed shifts with Alaric and Ryth getting comfortable. Ryth is to my back and Alaric has settled on the other side of Marco. Blankets are being pulled over the top of me and someone dims the lights.
Somewhere beyond the humming of my body reality wants to take over.
Arms come around my middle from behind and I lay my head over Marco’s chest. I’m cocooned in warmth and should be happy, but my brain keeps picking at the small details.
“Rest that mind of yours, sweet thing. We’ll talk about everything in the morning. Let’s just enjoy this moment while it lasts.” Marco runs his fingers through my hair, and I use the feeling of his touch to settle my mind.
He’s right. Tomorrow we can talk. It’s been a long day. My eyes are already drifting closed, but my dreams turn haunting the second sleep grabs hold of me.
I startle awake sometime later. Darkness surrounds me but I know I’m not alone. I’ve rolled out of Marco’s embrace and to my pillow. Ryth has his back to me on one side and Marco is the same on the other. Under this blanket, it feels like the heat has been turned on to the max.
I rise to my elbows to see Alaric with his arm thrown over his face and his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I push back the blanket and crawl to the edge of the bed as quietly as possible.
Now that I don’t have the men all vying for my attention, I can appreciate the view from the top of their high-rise overlooking a sleeping Chicago. I ease from the bed and drift over to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows that make up the far side of the large room. From this high up the streetlights are more like blurred dots sprinkled over a gray canvas. It’s almost like a dreamland right before the sun rises.
Lightning cracks across the dark skies and a rumbling thunder soon follows. The source of what woke me I see.
I press my cheek against the cool glass. “Where are you, Wolfe, damn it.” The gnawing at my insides is getting too unbearable. A dizzying amount of worry creeps over me and my stomach riots against me. My gut says to be patient, but my heart can’t bear the thought of him out there needing help and it not coming. His secrecy is going to get him killed. I understand why the men feel they have to honor their promise to keep their lips sealed, but at the same token, he’s my brother. I should be allowed in on the secret. Don’t I deserve that respect? Don’t I count?
Feeling chilled after being surrounded by so much heat, I grab the nearest shirt I can find from a nearby chair. Ryth’s button-up is too big, draping nearly to my knees and the sleeves falling over my fingers. I push up each cuff and draw the material to my nose. Everything that makes up the man clings to the fabric. His scent, even his aura of power. Like a dash of his essence was left behind. I take Marco’s and Alaric’s next and inhale deeply. A building ache to return to their arms almost has me shuttering my problems for another time and going back to bed.
But loyalty and worry cement my feet to the hardwood floor. Some rebellious part of me wants to scream at the top of my lungs for someone to give me answers. Cold, hard facts keep my lips sealed though. The men have made it clear they will not be giving me what I want unless it’s with my legs spread wide open and me moaning.
A flash of white light tears across the sky and the flicker of brightness reveals a man coming out of the darkness in my direction. Our eyes meet in the reflection, and I instantly feel calm. Why? How can I be so at ease yet so worried at the same time?
