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Story: Princes of Ash
“Pace,” I gasp into Wicker’s mouth.
“I don’t know,” Pace says, and when I tear myself away from Wicker to look at him over my shoulder, he’s thrusting his hand in his hair, looking conflicted. “Maybe we should just go to bed. Lex can get you off. Right, Lex?”
My stomach sinks. “Why?”
“Jesus, you don’t need to look so worried,” Lex says, close enough that I can see the tent in his boxers, too. “It was a charley horse. I used to get them during training. It’s not a big deal.”
Pace drags a palm down his face. “I know, it’s just…”
“You’re worried about her,” Lex says. It’s not a question, and when Pace’s eyes drop down to my belly, I think we all come to a realization. “Oh,” Lex says, rubbing his chin, “you’re worried about the baby.”
“No.” Pace scoffs, but his erection is clearly flagging. “That’s dumb.”
Lex watches him closely. “It’s understandable to have worries, but I promise you, he’s safe.”
“It was fine before,” I point out, reminding him of the night he broke into Royal Ink.
With an agonized gaze, he explains, “I couldn’t really see him before. He was there, but… not really. Tiny. A lima bean. A kumquat. A plum.” He waves his hand toward me. “But now it’s this, like,thing—a real, ‘right there in our faces’thing—our son—and what if I hurt him?” His eyes widen, hands gripping his hair. “Guys, you’ve seen how much I jizz with her. I could fucking drown the baby.”
Wicker bursts out laughing while Lex palms his forehead.
“Jesus, Pace, you’re not going to—” Lex appears to disallow himself from repeating something so ridiculous. “There’s membranes and fluids and—trust me, he’s protected.”
“Remember?” Wicker asks. “From the book?”
I frown. “The book?”
Pace argues, “Yeah, but—”
“Pace,” Lex snaps, “you know protecting and keeping this baby healthy is my singular goal in life. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him.” He shoves Pace out of the way, hooking his thumbs into his boxers. “Want me to prove how much she can handle?”
I perk up, bracing my hands on Wicker’s shoulders.
His eyebrow hikes up. “Seems like she’s down with that.”
Warmth climbs my cheeks. “Just… hurry.”
If I have any fear of my arousal fading, Wicker stokes it back to full force when his touch wanders to my backside, spreading my cheeks for his brother, who I feel nudging in behind me. I’m more than ready when Lex pushes inside, gripping my hips as he hauls me back into his thrust.
I gasp, fingers digging divots into Wicker’s shoulder. “Oh god,” I breathe, shuddering at the fullness.
Wicker watches, enraptured as I take him in. “His cock feels good, doesn’t it?”
I nod, swallowing back a cry as Lex pulls back, only to punch forward again. I feel his hand glide up my spine until it tangles with a handful of hair.
A soft grunt spills from him. “Fuck, Wick, you really got her soaked.”
Wicker’s eyes flash at the knowledge, and he bends to suck a mark into my throat. I throw my head back for him—for Lex, who’s unrelenting as he fucks into me. It’s not as rough as he’s ever been, but there’s still that same edge to it. Lagan, Lex; right now, they bleed together, his hips snapping into mine while his mouth skates gently against the apex of my shoulder. I feel caught between a storm and still waters, Wicker’s tongue gliding slowly, decadently, against the cut of my collarbone as Lex takes his pleasure from me.
It’s only when my center brushes against Wicker’s cock—Jesus,already hard again—that Wicker meets my gaze. He looks half drunk as he reaches between us, angling his cock so that the tip nudges my clit with each thrust from Lex.
“Oh,” I gasp, winding my arm around his neck.
That wicked smirk curls his mouth. “Yeah. Ride it, Red. Want to feel you come on our dicks.”
“Fuck,” Lex grits, his cock swelling inside. “Whatever the fuck you’re doing to her—don’t stop.” His hand shoots out to clamp over the forearm I have slung around Wicker’s shoulder, as if he’s holding us together. Each of Lex’s sharp, jolting thrusts brings me closer, Wicker’s cock rubbing perfectly against my heat.
My breath hitches when I look into Wicker’s blue eyes. “I-I-I’m going to…”
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