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His eyes connected with mine, and I saw something flash over the surface. Since Daemon walked into the room the day I was in labor, he hadn’t left my side. He refused to leave us here to go home, even for Madison. I could never tell her. I would never want to steal that away from her because I knew how overprotective she was of him. I had heard stories about their bond. But our bond was unique, too. It was instant, and easy. He moved, I moved. Even though we lacked communication for the most part with the language barrier, his eyes gave me what his words could not.
His touch.
He placed Micaela into the little crib Tinker stole for us, pulling her blanket up to her chin. I wrapped my arms around his stomach. His body, so still and stoic, relaxed in my embrace.
“I love you, Daemon.” My heart beat for him. I knew his did for me too.
His hand came to mine and he turned in my embrace. His eyes searched mine, his finger coming to my lip. He slowly kissed me, his warm lips caressing mine so softly it stole my breath. “Te amo, amans.”
The End
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Do NOT read past this unless… you know… those dirty fantasies were on the Reverse Harem side…
Two Feet “Go Fuck Yourself” was thumping through the boom speaker. The smell of charcoal BBQ drifted through the air and my sunglasses dropped, covering my eyes.
Nate staring up at me caught me off guard. He had his cap flipped on backward and wore shorts that cut off at the knee. Bishop, Cash, Brantley, Chase, and Nate were all here at our favorite waterhole. Eli decided to stay with my brothers.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” I asked.
“Like what?” Nate teased, his eyes going from my lips to my eyes.
“Like you want to eat me.”
His tongue caught his bottom lip and he grinned. “And if I do?” His hand slowly trailed up my inner thigh. I bit my lip, ignoring the tingle that followed his touch.
“I’d say how hungry are you?” I should stop teasing.
Bishop came over, dropping to his knees in front of me and shaking out the water in his hair until it was sticking up above his head. He pushed past Nate, resting in the middle of my thighs. I laid back, ripping my sunglasses off. “What are you doing?”
“Oh come on, Kitty. Don’t act like you haven’t played out this fantasy before...”
“This is my dream, isn’t it? I’m dreaming again…” My eyes narrowed.
Bishop smirked, tilting his head. I couldn’t read his expression because the sun beamed behind him, shading out his features. “Is it? Or isn’t it? Does it really matter?”
Cash sat down on my other side with Brantley. “Go with it, Kitty.”
I swallowed.
Bishop’s lips came to mine, the soft cushions opening my mouth. His tongue slipped inside. I moaned a little, and his teeth caught my tongue.
He stood, stepping backward and putting a smoke into his mouth. “Brantley, show me how you’ve always wanted to fuck her.”
“What!” I snapped, looking at Bishop.
Brantley came into my view just as Bishop blew out a cloud of smoke.
His hands came to my thighs, spreading them wide. His face dropped down to my middle and he inhaled roughly, the tip of his nose sliding up my slit. “You smell the same. Only dirtier.”
My cheeks flushed bright red. “Brantley…”
His finger hooked under my bikini bottoms, yanking them off. The warm summer day breezed over my swollen clit. Brantley’s face dove between my thighs, his tongue licking me, and then circling.
I moaned, lying back down, my back arching off the sand.
Nate’s hand came to my breast and he yanked my tit out of my bikini. The coolness of the air was soon replaced by his hot mouth. His tongue circled my nipple roughly as his hand came up to my other and twisted. His teeth scraped over my nipple as Brantley’s tongue assaulted my pussy.
Cash came into view, his blonde hair shimmering from the sun. He grinned his million-dollar smile, dropped beside me and took my mouth. A soft moan left me, my hand flying to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. My pussy throbbed as Brantley continued sucking and licking, and Nate’s bites got more aggressive.
Cash let up just as Brantley stopped. I propped up on my elbows and saw Bishop standing near Brantley, watching me with his heavy cock in the palm of his hand, stroking himself. My mouth watered, and my hips circled the air.
“Easy, tiger,” Brantley whispered, gripping my thighs roughly and yanking me down. He rubbed his cock from the outside of his shorts. “Want my dick, Madison?”
My eyes shot to his, my eyelashes flittering. “Wha—what?” I looked at Bishop.