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Which is real sweet and special and whatever-the-fuck, but he’s holding her fat titty right in front of my face, and my whole world becomes narrowed down to the droplet of milk beading at the tip of her nipple. I lick my lips. This strange, almost primal urge to consume—topreserve—is a new bit of mindfuckery that I lean all the way into.

But Lex, somehow sensing this, is the one to guide it to my mouth. “You too, little brother. Take what you need.”

Not needing to be told twice, I flick out my tongue and taste it, groaning at the flavor. The sweetness is less muted than last time, and I latch on to suckle it, drawing it out with my lips. Sucking her tits like this… it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, a rush of warmth and comfort mingled with white-hot lust. It makes me drive my hips up into hers just as I take another greedy pull of her milk.

“God, Wick,” she whines, threading her fingers into my hair. “What are you three doing to me?” The question is delivered on the cusp of a breathless chuckle, and it’s Pace who answers.

“Worshiping you.” I feel his hand sliding over her ribs, searching until his fingers find the seal of my lips. “Although Wick’s always had a bit of an oral fixation. Isn’t that right?” Notmissing a beat, I take his finger into my mouth, giving it a long suck, and he spits a sharp curse.

Glancing up, I smirk around his digit.

How’s that for skillmanship, fucker?

I don’t leave her tit to cool, latching on for another hard suck that makes her thighs quake. Pace wraps his hand around the column of her throat, guiding her into his chest. I know from the hard set of his jaw that he’s close, and when he says, “Come here,” I sense what he wants.

Pulling off her tit, I hold the milk in my mouth as I strain over the distance, unsurprised when he reaches for me, hauling me into a hard, desperate kiss, right next to her red cheek.

Pace sucks her milk from my tongue, and I don’t need to feel the way his fingers clench around my neck to know he’s coming.

I feel it against my cock. “Holy fuck, Pace.” I grunt the words into his gasping mouth just before he buries his face into her neck, shoulders jolting with a final thrust.

“So much,” she’s saying, brow knitted up in pleasure. “God, Wicker, it’s so much…”

I brush my lips against hers, soothing her through it. “You can take it,” I assure, hearing the thread of worry in her voice. Worry, because the strong, pulsing surges I can feel against my cock don’t stop. Pace comes and comes, pushing these tiny, guttural, animalistic sounds into her neck.

I’m powerless to stop it when my own balls draw up tight. Verity’s perfect cunt is clenching around me, and deep inside, Pace’s cock is massaging mine with every surge of cum. I can still taste her milk in my mouth, and behind me, his legs bracketing my torso on the bench, Lex urges, “Come on, Wick. Let it go.”

“Son of a—” My words clip off into a grunt as I slam my hips up, the orgasm feeling pulled from me just like I’d pulled Verity’s milk from her. I feel her fingers clamp in my hair as she follows me over, her pussy fluttering around me.

This,I think as my thrusts trail off and I gather her into my arms. Pace clings to her back, still buried inside, while Lex kisses her slow and lazy through the final tremors of her orgasm.Thisis what it feels like to be unencumbered. There’s no obligation here, no man in the dungeon pulling the strings.

It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.

She slipsout of my arms at two am.

I don’t actually look at the clock when I open my eyes, seeing her silhouette retreating out the door. It’s always at two. Usually, I roll over, elbow Pace until he gives me an in, and wrap around him instead.

Tonight, I roll out of bed to follow her.

She’s on the landing to the first floor, perched on the top step. She’s wearing her silk dressing gown, and there’s a hand thrust out behind her, propping her up. She doesn’t hear me until I’m right up on her, but even then, she doesn’t flinch so much as animate.

“Hey,” she says, blinking.

I take a seat beside her, reaching out to sweep her hair over a shoulder, and she leans into me. “You okay, Red?” She nods, but I can tell something is troubling her, and I don’t have to wonder what it might be. Sighing, I try to think of something supportive and comforting to say. “Killing people isn’t so bad.”

She slings me a confused look. “What?”

“I mean, killing Rufus especially. No moral gray there.” It’d been difficult with Danner, not because I didn’t think he deserved it, but because it took me a long time to realize it. “Don’t let it get in here,” I urge, pressing the point of my fingerto the center of her chest. “Don’t give him that power, you know? The power to change your heart.”

Her eyes soften. “I don’t feel good about killing him, but I don’t feel bad about it, either. Honestly, I’m not the first Royal woman to kill her dad. Lavinia blew hers to smithereens.”

It’s the trace of humorous snark in her voice that brings me up short. “So if you’re not upset about that, then what?”

The smile falls, transforming into a frown. “It’s just…” Glancing down, she places her hand over her belly, rubbing it in a long, round circuit. Her head cocks to the side, eyes sad and wistful. “Well, he really wants lasagna.”

It takes me five full seconds to really register her words.

“He wants,” I blink, “lasagna?”