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Too sleepy to put it away, I yawn as I pull the blankets over me. I’ll explain later after my nap. I’m a damn adult, and I’ll fuck myself if I want to.

Twelve

SIDNEY

Haircuts took fucking forever. I was worried about leaving Silla alone, but Andrya told me that she needed a nap. Five people in an apartment may as well be a herd of elephants attempting to be quiet. She also mentioned something about how we hover a bit.

Whatever. I think we’re allowed to be helicopter boyfriends after the last year. We haven’t talked about labels, and I don’t think we need them either. “Ours” works as well as anything else.

Walking into the apartment as quietly as possible, we toe off our shoes and put up our jackets. It’s almost time to get dressed for tonight, and we have to make sure to feed everyone. Silla’s stomach sounds like an angry gremlin when she’s hungry.

Making my way to the bedroom we all share, I ignore Andrya hissing at me to let her sleep. I want to lay my eyes on her, watch her dream, and if that makes me weird, then I shall happily wear “Silla’s Stalker” tattooed on my ass.

The bedroom door is wide open as I step inside, making me smirk as I see Silla sprawled on the bed on her stomach. The blanket has slipped a bit, and her ass is up in the air. It’s the oddest way to sleep, but what’s odder is her bare pussy.

“Naughty girl, what have you been up to?” I murmur. There’s a lavender toy laying by the blankets, almost underneath, which makes me chuckle. We’ve been so careful with Silla, almost as if she were glass, so she obviously took matters into her own hands.

Her long raven hair is partially over her face, unruly curls spreading over her beautiful back. Most of the damage Cinder inflicted has already healed, and Silla no longer needs the pain cream anymore.

“What is she doing?” Gray asks, snickering at her awkward position.

“I think Silla fucked herself to sleep,” I tell him, walking over to pick up the toy. It looks like it has some kind of sucker…and the other end bends? Huh… I wonder if I could fuck her while it’s inside of her. Placing my thumb over the clit sucker as I turn it on, my lips part open in surprise. That could be fun. “We’ve been so careful not to push outside of kisses and innocent touches, I think she’s over us.”

“I can recognize an invite when I see one,” Gray says with a slow, wicked smile. I think it’s easy to think of Grayson as the voice of reason amongst us all, but I’ve heard the rumors that he is into some kinky shit. I think if our Little Love ran from him in the woods at night, he wouldn’t be able to resist, chasing her down until he could fuck her into the ground. Damn, I hope he’d drop me an invite to something like that.

The mattress dips a bit as Gray kneels on it, maneuvering himself until his mouth hovers over her pretty, pink pussy.

“I’d absolutely deserve getting donkey kicked for this,” he says before his mouth opens to cover her exposed pussy. Lapping at her slit, he groans at her sweet, vanilla taste. Grunting, I adjust my dick in my pants.

Still asleep, Silla sighs, pushing her pussy against Gray’s tongue for more. “Such a greedy girl,” I rumble as I watch. She’s so beautiful as she pushes her hair out of her face with her eyes still closed.

Grabbing the globes of her ass, Gray spreads them so he can push his finger inside of her tight channel. Silla’s breaths start to quicken, and I wonder how long she’ll stay asleep. I didn’t think fucking my girl while she was sleeping would be something she’d be into, but I think sometime in the near future we need a group twenty questions session. I need to know what’s on the table, because consent is important to us all.

Speaking of, should we wake her up before she comes?

“Please,” Silla mumbles in her sleep, and I wonder if she’s dreaming about one of us fucking her, or if she’s about to wake up. “I wanna come…”

She’s definitely dreaming.

“Do it,” I grunt, palming my dick through my pants. “Make her cum.”

Sucking hard on her clit as he crooks his fingers inside of her, he guides her closer to the edge. Silla’s hands close on the blankets, her face approaching a look of pain. Her mouth is open as she moans, nowhere near waking up. Fuck, I think I’ve discovered a new kink. I definitely enjoy watching my girl come while she’s fast asleep.

“That’s it. Let go for me. Squirt all over my face,” Grayson commands. I can see the moment he scrapes his teeth insistently on her clit, twisting his fingers as he fucks her with them.

Screaming, Silla comes, waking herself up. Chest heaving, her eyes open wide, her gaze meeting mine. “Holy shit,” she gasps as my lips curve.

“You’re absolutely stunning, and a very impatient girl,” I tell her as I raise the toy to show her I found it. Silla blushes as she pushes herself up onto her forearms. “Get up and shower once you’re awake. You need to start getting ready, and we’ll make dinner, Baby.”

Grayson gives her a light smack on her ass as he licks his lips and stands. “If you were tired of us giving you too much space, the message has been received, Dangerous Girl. Sidney, you may want to make sure that you make her the birth control tea. Though, know that one day we all plan to see you round with our child.”

Oh, fuck yeah. A baby with her beautiful sea-green eyes would be perfection. We just need to get through some of this 'overthrowing the monarchy' shit. I really like Andrya’s idea of poisoning everyone. It’s a good, clean death, and we can make it look as if a plague went through the castle.

As we leave a thoroughly confused yet satisfied Silla on the bed, I’m in a much better mood. We’ll see what the leader of the Underground is like first, but I’m beginning to feel confident that we can make this work.

Long live Queen Silla….

SILLA