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Nix shuddered. "I promise."
I grabbed his chin and kissed him softly. His lips parted on a sweet gasp, and I invaded his mouth with my tongue, lapping up his sweet taste as our lips clashed. Our kisses were wet with tears. Happy tears. Thankful tears. Tears of relief and need.
I could see Grace touching herself under the covers. No, I wanted her to feel everything. "Touch her," I growled while jerking his pants down. "Taste her," I demanded. Nix helped Grace out of her one-piece and tossed it on the floor. Grabbing her hips, he eased her onto his face, burying his lips into her slick pussy.
I watched in hungry fascination. Perhaps this was why Grace enjoyed watching so much. She rode his face with her head tossed back while twisting her nipples between her index finger and thumb. Her moans were a beautiful symphony. I positioned myself at Nix's cock and stared at the hard length pulsing in front of me. I licked my lips. "I love watching you ride his face, Grace," I rasped before licking the length of him. Nix moaned against her clit. Grace twisted slightly to stare at me.
"Let's see if he can make me come while you get him off, hmm?" she asked with a wink.
I opened my mouth and slid all the way down his cock. His hips jerked. Grace fell forward and had to brace her hands on the mattress. Moans filled the room.
Up and down I went. My palms held Nix down as I sucked his cock with greedy fervor. He rocked and groaned. Grace cried out, her orgasm hitting hard. Watching her come was a beautiful sort of shattering. She collapsed on the bed beside Nix and stared at the ceiling with a wide, satisfied grin as I continued to work him. My eyes were trained on the slick sheen covering his chin. The way his licks savored the taste of Grace's cum on his mouth.
I moved harder, faster.
Nix gently grabbed my hair and pulled me off of him. "My turn to take charge, my love," he whispered. Nix hovered over Grace and kissed her raw. I wondered if she could taste herself on him. "Grab some lube."
Luckily, Blaise had set us up with quite the welcome basket. I quickly grabbed some and waited for further instruction. This was what I'd been waiting for. This was the Nix I craved.
He settled between Grace's thighs and licked her nipple before sucking it. "You ready, beautiful?" he asked.
"Fuck me already," Grace moaned in response. "I want you to fill me up."
Nix slammed into her in one fell swoop. She yelled and writhed on the bed. It was such a gorgeous tangle of legs. Outstretched arms explored desire with every jerk and thrust. Moans and screams. An entire lifetime passed on that bed, and I watched with my mouth parted and my dick in my hand.
"Get over here," Nix commanded. "I want you to fuck me hard, Alessandro."
I popped the cap of the lube and positioned myself behind Nix. I wasn't exactly sure how this was going to go. It felt like a clumsy position that required synchronization, but I trusted Grace and Nix with my imperfections. We were learning from experience. Fucking through our needs. I poured lube down his tight hole and massaged it onto my throbbing cock. I pressed against him, and he stopped moving. His hand was pressed against Grace's clit, working her to another orgasm as I waited for his command.
"Now, Alessandro," he growled.
I slammed inside of him with one hard thrust. It was like sinking beneath a strong, overpowering wave. I felt him everywhere. It was like coming home.
It took some time to work out. But we found a rhythm, the three of us.
We moved imperfectly but still with meaning. The three of us cried out, our moans matching in intensity and power. Wet and wetter. The sounds of our slapping skin sounded filthy and beautiful to my ears. Teeth biting lips. My hand wrapped around Nix's throat. The pleasure felt beautifully gift-wrapped. A treasure I hungered for. We moved.
"I love you," Grace whispered.
"I love you," I cried out.
"I love you both." Nix came. We fell apart.
I refused to take this moment—or any moment—for granted. We fought for this. We cried and lost and evolved for this. I'd die for this. Forever.
Forever.
Epilogue
Sunshine
Curly, dark hair. Brown eyes. Soft skin.
Our baby was perfect. She had my lips. She had his long lashes.
My men and I decided not to do a paternity test. We didn’t want anyone to feel left out of raising our daughter. But naturally, Gavriel’s looks and personality superseded that. Sofia Grace Moretti was her father’s child, but she had every single one of my men wrapped around her finger.
She came into this world fighting for her life. She came on her own terms, too. One month early. I’d never seen something so small. It was terrifying. Now, three months old, her developing personality was fierce and playful. She was the best combination of all of us.
