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“Please, Lex,” I say, feeling hazy with the sensation of relief as Wick and Pace hungrily drop back to latch on, drawing out the fluid with little sucks. With my gaze never leaving him, I part the lips of my pussy with two fingers, “Put your baby in me.”

His eyes meet mine and that’s when I know he’ll do it. That connection—that place we’ve been to so many times before. I don’t need Lex to fuck me directly. Our intimacy lies in this. A look. A touch.

“Oh, fuck,” Lex growls, lurching forward, and I feel the first pulse of his seed. It’s hot and slick as his cock pulses inside me, his hips giving these small twitches, tense with restraint, as he empties into me. With a hard grunt, he pulls his cock free, making me whimper at the feel of his cum dribbling out.

“Don’t worry,” comes his quiet, ragged voice. “I’ll give it back.” I peer over his brothers’ heads as he uses two thick fingersto scoop it up, eyes darkening as he watches himself pushing it back inside.

“Thank you,” I moan, so lost in the lust-haze of it all that I can only feel grateful to have it back.

My hips riseto meet him, but he pulls out, swiping up the cum and giving it to me again. That, along with the sensation of release in my breasts, sends a shudder through me stemming from my nipples down to my clit and that’s when it hits me.

My body isn’t just made for this baby.

It’s made for them.

I don’t knowwhy I wake up at two every morning.

It’s a new and very annoying feature of the pregnancy, as Lex had explained it. Something about hormones, as always. There’s never a sound or a movement that does it, I just always find myself rousing, one of them—usually Wicker—wrapped around me as I struggle to fall back into slumber.

I blink into the darkness, unable to see much at first. Not that it matters. There’s a feeling for each of my Princes, although they’re hard to put into words. With Lex, there’s a weight in the atmosphere, a strange density that changes the sound waves. With Pace, it’s electric, like a hum sparking against my skin. With Wicker, it’s always touch, the sensation of warmth and pressure.

When I wake up, the air is thin and far too calm.

Lex and Pace are missing.

I exhale as I lever myself up, cradling each tender breast. It’s only been a few hours since Pace and Wicker—for lack of a better word—milkedme, and I’m so relieved to find the pressure hasn’treturned that I decide to get up and go searching, suddenly consumed by a spike of energy.

Wicker stirs when I extricate myself, flopping over to his other side. Even in slumber, he searches for someone, arms and legs grasping out to find contact. When he finds none, he emits a gruff, unhappy sound, but never fully wakes.

Satisfied, I reach for my dressing gown.

When I first came to the palace, I resented all the fine, silky Princess nightwear, but now that my tits are inflatables and my stomach is ridiculous, I find myself happy to pull on the robe that’s been tailored for a pregnant body. The bust is low-cut, but allows my breasts to breathe. I cinch the gown right beneath them before padding out into the hallway.

There was a time when walking these halls at night would have frightened me. Now, I know the nooks and crannies, understanding the shadows are hiding corners that will be illuminated in the dawn.

Most of all, I know Pace has made this house secure.

It’s why I don’t startle when I reach the landing, seeing him coming up the stairs.

His dark eyes lock on mine, holding me captive for the whole climb. He’s still shirtless, although he’s put on sweatpants at some point, the waist riding low. He releases a dark chuckle. “Jesus, he was right on time,” he mutters.

I rub my eyes, wondering, “Who? What?”

When he reaches me, his strong arms catch me around the waist, pulling me into him. “Nothing.”

I instantly wind my arms around his neck. “You were gone,” I say, trying not to sound accusing. He’s been good about not checking the security at all hours, and even though his weird, new training routine is probably still meant to prepare him for a fight, at least he’s not as obsessive about it.

“Sorry about that.” He buries a kiss into my neck, the electric hum finally greeting me. “Had to help Lex with something.”

I tilt my neck, giving him access. “With what?”

Humming, he pulls away. “Go down and see. You’ll find it.”

“But… Wicker,” I say, frowning.

Pace cocks his head toward the hall. “I’ll go give him something to latch onto. Just… listen to him, okay?” He gets two steps before pausing, turning back to me with an indecipherable expression. “There are fire extinguishers in each corner.”

“Each corner of what?” I ask, startled. “There’s fire?”