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I cut her off with another hard kiss, shoving at my boxers to free my erection. I don’t answer her because I don’t know how to. All I know is that the urge to fuck her, to feel her, to fill her up with my seed, is stronger now than it’s ever been.

If Father gets his heir, all of this will stop. He’ll leave me and Lex and Wick alone. He’ll be focused on the future—on the Princess.

He’ll give me back Effie.

“Against the wall.” I spin her around, pressing her cheek against the cold stone. My voice is curt and rough, and she stiffens at the order. “Spread your legs.”

There’s no time for edging or mindfuckery. No time for the bed behind us. Not a single goddamn second for anything that isn’t getting the job done.

I push her into the wall and reach for her panties, feeling between her legs.

“I’m wearing it,” she gasps as I push aside the cloth. “Lex put it back in after he made his deposit.”

“Good girl,” I say, pushing my fingers into her folds and grabbing the base of the plug. “How does it feel?”

“Full.” She swallows, a shiver wracking her body. “But not as good as it does when you’re inside.”

“Are you pregnant?” I say quietly, mouth close to her ear.

“I-I don’t know.”

Reaching down, I stroke my cock, getting it nice and thick. “Then let’s keep trying.”

With my hands on her hips, I tilt them back and tug at the plug, watching her shoulders tense as it pops past the resistance. I only get a brief second to think that we must all be in there–my cum, Wicker’s, Lex’s. One second to feel the white-hot shot of lust the knowledge shoots up my spine. One second to watch as it begins dribbling from her hole.

Then I grab my dick, slot it up against the mess, and slam inside.

I think she must seize at the sudden intrusion, but I hardly register it. I’m too busy feeling my brothers’ release, all mingled with my own, slicking the way for me. I press a palm to the wall, using the other to slither around her neck, fingers resting gently on her throat.

I fuck her hard and close.

With my mouth pushed into her hair, I can hear every little hitch of breath she makes as I thrust inside. The sound of our skin when the flesh meets between us. The rasp of her fingertips against the rough stone as she struggles to anchor herself. The way I pant like a dog as I skate my palm down to her plump tit.

“Pace,” she whimpers, feet shuffling as she spreads her legs wider for my hand, which is dipping lower, beneath her belly.

Teeth clenched, I stop just above her clit. “Say it,” I demand, punching my hips into her.

She makes a low, frantic sound, rocking forward to seek my fingers. “I want it,” she gasps, shuddering when my fingertips brush over her clit. “I–I want your baby inside of me. Please.Please.”

Grunting, I push my fingers into the swollen nub, matching the punishing rhythm of my hips. Her hair smells like roses and something else. Something sharper. Something masculine. Something that evokes a feeling of safety and calm.

She smells like my brothers.

That’s what I’m thinking about as the first wave of orgasm takes me. I’m thinking that she must be sleeping with them. In Lex’s bed? The thought makes me seize with such sudden fury that I pinch her clit, basking in the sound of her sudden, body-shaking cry.

She crumbles beneath me, tensing with the sudden, aggressive force of her release. I hold her there as I ride out my own, pinning her pelvis to the wall with my dick as I fill her up. Surge after surge. Pump after pump.

When I finish with a weak growl, I don’t release her.

Breathing hard into her hair, I say, “I need you to do something for me.” I run my hand up and down her arm, feeling the waves of her muscles clenching around me in these mesmerizing little beats.

“What?” Her legs quiver, and I push my hips into her harder, holding her up.

“Promise you’ll take care of Effie. She gets upset when I’m gone, and you know her diet is—”

“She’s fine, Pace.” Dazed eyes peer at me when she glances over her shoulder. “We’ve all been watching her.”

All.