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“When you wake me up this early, Princess,” Nox states, and I take in a stuttered inhale as his fingers leave my body, the blunt head of his cock suddenly pushing against my tight hole. “Be prepared to get fucked.” I keen when he pushes the tip in, the sting intense. “And know that I’m only going slow this time because it’s your first time.”

True to his word, he pauses in between pushing inside me, Ant still as he lets Nox take over. Sweat coats my skin, my muscles trembling as I stretch around them both.

“I c-can’t,” I sob, my nails digging into Ant’s pecs. “I can’t take it. It’s too much.”

“Shhh, you can, baby.” Ant soothes, one of his hands leaving my hip to smooth up and down my back and Nox keeps fucking pushing with his monster cock. “You’re doing so well. Isn’t she Nox.”

“So. Fucking. Well,” Nox grits out.

“See? Hear how he’s almost coming from just being inside you,” Ant says, his own voice sounding strained. “And, fuck Bloom, the way you’re so much tighter nearly has me spilling my load right now.”

Steel’s fingers keep toying with my clit, stealing some of the sting of being stretched wide around Nox and Ant. And too the sharp sting morphs into a pleasure that is no less devastating. It leaves me breathless, tingling all over as Nox gives shallow thrusts and then Ant follows with his own.

They alternate, so I’m never empty, and soon I’m pushing back against them both, sounds I never knew I could make leaving my throat.

“Fuck, Bloom,” Ant snarls, when I dip my head, latching onto the skin of his neck and sucking hard in a bid to stop being so loud. I really don’t want to wake or scare the kids.

Nox angles his hips differently, and then I’m coming, soaking Ant, the wet sound obscene.

“Good fucking Princess,” Nox rasps, thrusting harder now that my body is fully open to him. Cover us in your cum.”

And I do, my body just keeps coming, and coming, and coming until I’m a sobbing, soaked mess. I’m boneless, weightless as they chase their own releases, Ant burying his face into my hair and groaning as he stills.

Nox goes even harder, cursing when he buries himself deep inside me and fills me up, just like they promised. He holds still as we all pant, then pulls out and flops down to the side.

“Fuck, Princess. I just found my new favorite place,” he breathes, and I turn my head, opening my eyes to stare at him.

I was going for incredulous, but know that I fall short when he glances over and gives me a wicked smile.

I’m sweaty, weightless and couldn’t give a monkey;s arse about morning breath, not when it leads to ecstasy like that.

It’s some small time later that the sounds of the kids waking up start to filter in, and I become aware of how wet and sticky I am.

“I need a shower,” I groan, trying to push myself up off Ant and not being too successful as my arms wobble and I fall back down on top of him. “I think you broke me.”

Ant laughs, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Steele, give our girl a hand.”

Opening my eyes, I feel hands reach under my armpits, pulling me clean off Ant and then steadying me on my feet. “Come on, Flower. Let’s get you cleaned up while these two clean the mess they made.”

My cheeks heat as I glance down to see that yep, there is quite a mess. But then Steele is guiding me to the bathroom and I decide that for once, I’m not responsible for cleaning up.

CHAPTER THIRTY

“SILENCE” BY MARSHMELLO, KHALID

ANATOLE

The house is loud as we make our way to the kitchen after all of us showered and we cleaned the mess that Blossom made of us this morning. No fucking complaints here, I’m hoping I get to clean that up for years. For the rest of my life if I’m being honest.

We come into the kitchen to the usual Saturday morning carnage, and Steele guides Blossom to a seat while Nox and I take over some of the tasks she’d usually do. Pouring juice, spreading toppings on pancakes that Tina is flipping on the stove.

My heart feels more full than it has in, well, ever. This is what family is. What it feels like. Jam and juice and noise on a Saturday morning.

I catch Jus’s gaze, and he narrows it slightly, then looks at Blossom, then turns back to me with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

Don’t fucking say it, I think as I deliver a plate to Blossom, unable to resist placing a kiss on her temple.

Jus’s eyes go wide. “You fucked her?!”