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The blood running through my veins turns to ice at his confession. “How?” I snap. “How exactly is he planning to do this?”
“He’s planted at least five nurses on the maternity ward for when you deliver the babies,” Grady coughs. “Once the twins are taken to the nursery, they’ll be smuggled out, and then the same chip we put in lover boy over there—” Grady mutters, flicking his head toward Owen. “—will be injected into them. Then if you refuse to cooperate, ‘boom,’ they’ll be baby confetti.”
Grady tries to lift his head as he laughs, and I move on autopilot, snatching the knife from Owen’s belt holster and charging him. I only remember the first thrust of the blade into his spleen.
“Bash. . . Sebastian. He’s dead. . . he’s dead,” I hear in the distance. “Come on, Bastian. There’s nothing left.”
The red haze clouding my vision slowly lifts just as Grady’s head rolls to the ground with a thud.
71
LEV
After the information we forced out of Grady, we met with the Council and determined it was safest to move into our wing in the Edgewood Estate. There’s a medical unit where Ariah can safely deliver the twins. Security has been tripled, and no visitors are allowed outside of when Shay or Ariah’s family comes to visit.
Christmas and New Year’s came and went. We kept everything very low-key. There were no grand parties or any other holiday activities, and I have to say, I like it that way.
For far too long, there’s been endless pomp and circumstance. It’s not that we should never host any events, but we will certainly do less of them once we take our seats on the Council in three years.
“Have I told you sperm-wielding dickheads how much I want to stomp on your balls?” Ariah huffs from the couch in our den, eating the bowl of goat soup Shay brought her.
We’re all relaxing and watching a movie. Owen and Wyatt are both massaging Ariah’s feet while she’s tucked into Wes’s side.
She’s thirty-six weeks and is quick to remind us that our dicks are the devil, even though she’ll kill us whenever we say we’ll keep our cocks away.
“Your love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation,” I tease and then have to duck when a cream throw pillow sails through the air.
“Jerk,” she mutters. “How’s that for touch and affirmations?”
Springing from my seat, I stride across the room, signaling for Owen and Wyatt to move. “Someone needs to be reminded to keep their hands to themselves,” I quip, smirking.
“Is that so?” she challenges, taking my proffered hand as I help her up. Once she stands, I clasp her hand, and we begin to exit the room.
“So, you’re just gonna take her away from all of us?” Sebastian jokes, and I nod.
Wes laughs. “That’s cold-blooded, man.”
I peer over my shoulder and smirk just as we reach the doorway, then retort, “Unapologetically so.” Then, I pull a giggling Ariah up the stairs to my room and lock the door.
“Are you going to teach me a lesson now?” Ariah asks, batting her eyelashes and pretending to be coy. But there’s no time for meek and mild—not tonight.
“Strip,” I order, striding for my closet. I grab four bundles of black jute rope and walk back into my bedroom.
Ariah stands naked—skin flushing rosè as her full, heavy breasts rise and fall with each breath. My eyes travel down the expanse of her body, admiring the beauty that is her pregnancy. I know she’d tell me to fuck off and that pregnancy is far from beautiful. I know she’s right, but that doesn’t stop me from basking in her glow.
My dick lengthens in my black sleep pants at the thought of having her trussed and fucked. Without a pause, I step forward, dropping the rope on my bed before kneeling in front of her.
“What are you—” she begins to rasp as my lips kiss the brownish vertical line along her stomach.
Raising my hands, I gently place them on her belly as I follow the line, tracing it with my tongue.
Ariah’s legs part granting me access to her pussy. I slide two digits between her spread thighs. She moans as I groan, “Fuck, you’re already wet for me, Dove.”
I withdraw my fingers from inside her and stand, pushing the digits into her mouth as I lower my head and capture her lips, sharing the taste of her arousal.
“Mmm,” she hums as our tongues tangle, but I need so much more. I need her to fall apart on my cock.
Pulling away, I pick up one bundle of the rope and face her. My chest gets tight at the thought that crosses my mind.
