Page 95 of We Three Kings


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“No shame in that. You have a huge heart and we’re going to be the ones to fill it up.”

Absolute truth. My girl’s experienced too much pain and too much loss in her life. That ends with us. From here on out she’ll only experience what it’s like to be the center of our world.

A bashful smile brightens her apprehensive expression. “I want to fill up your hearts too.”

“You already do.”

The impact of her joy destroys my intention to let her recover from last night since I’m sure my father wasn’t gentle.

I guide the head of my cock to her entrance, finding her already wet. “Good girl. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

Breathless and earnest, she squeezes her thighs to mine. Almost as if she’s urging me to take her. So I do.

The need to own her yet also protect her battles fiercely inside me. If I love her the way I say I do, gentle wins out. I push in slowly.

Glistening eyes meet mine, and I pause. Her tears wreck me. “Am I hurting you?”

Tangled hair swishes across the pillowcase. “No. I thought I lost you and I’m so happy I didn’t.”

My resolve snaps, and I plunge in as far as her small body allows. When she wraps her legs around me, I know heaven truly exists. “Fuck angel you feel so good.”

She clings to me with her arms curled around my neck. Soft lips brush over my skin. “I don’t care what anyone else says, I want to be with you.”

The unexpected outpouring of her feelings awakens the beast, and I drive into her. Her grimace of discomfort can’t stop me. Apparently, the pain can’t stop her either as she keeps going.

“I want to be your wife and have babies and feel this love all the time. For the rest of our lives.”

With each word, I shove harder and deeper. I need to put the first baby into her now.

“Gabriel told me to grab happiness whenever I could, so I am!”

Her grip tightens on my throat, and the possessive growl only for her rumbles in my chest as she chokes me. Maybe it’s sick for her to talk about her brother while my cock annihilates her pussy, but at this point I don’t give a damn. She wants me, and I’m never letting her renege on her commitment to me and her sibling. “That’s right angel. Grab on tight and don’t let go.”

“I won’t! Please don’t let go of me either.”

Obviously, I have fucked up greatly if she doesn’t know that I won’t. I reach down between us and circle her clit in time with my thrusts. “Never happening. I’ll chain you to this fucking bed if I have to so you can’t get away.”

“I…I…won’t…

I can’t comprehend anymore what she’s trying to say, but understanding doesn’t matter anymore. Her body tells me more than her words—she needs me as much as I need her.

Her cry of my name is all I have to hear. Once she falls over the cliff, I cup my hand on her ass to keep her locked down and pound my proof of ownership into her. Over and over, I hammer into her so I can force my seed as far as possible.

Until she cups my face with her little hands and whispers she loves me. It’s then I understand that she’s the one who owns me and come violently inside her as I roar out my love to her too.

Seraphina

Mary seems really nice, never acting bothered by having to make extra food or commenting when she came into my room totidy upas she called stripping the sheets and carrying away my bath towel.

The shame of her probably knowing I made love to both Gaspar and Balthazar in the same bed made me thank her and excuse myself, scurrying to the kitchen where she made me a huge stack of pancakes when she returned.

I’m doing my best to finish them but with the bacon and fruit bowl she gave me too, I’m stuffed.

When she glances over from cleaning the griddle, she laughs, truly tickled. “Oh honey I’m sorry. I’m used to feeding these men. Just eat what you want and leave the rest.”

I relax from her easygoing personality but still feel guilty. “I hate to waste it though.”

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