Page 137 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
LILLY
I wake up smiling, still surrounded by the scent of sweet lemons, the warmth of Jax at my back.
I love that I no longer spend a single night alone.
Some might find it suffocating, but it brings me a sense of peace to know that one or more of my guys are with me all night, keeping me safe from monsters, both imagined and real.
Heading downstairs, I’m dressed in one of Jax’s huge black T-shirts, which falls off one shoulder, and a pair of soft cotton boy shorts with pictures of unicorns all over them.
I’m desperate for a wee, apparently this is most definitely a pregnancy thing, but it should start to ease a little now that I’m at the four month mark.
I startle when I see Ash sitting at the table, an espresso sitting in front of him, the faint light of pre-dawn casting its watery glow across his inked torso. He looks up, and I gasp when I see his face. One eye is puffy, there’s a cut on his cheek, and his lip is clearly split on the same side.
“Fuck, Ash!” I exclaim, wanting to go to him, but my bladder is legit going to burst if I don’t go right now. “Shit, I’m about to piss myself. Don’t move.”
His deep chuckle cascades over me as I dash to the bathroom, sighing in pleasure as I sit on the loo - pissing has never felt so bloody good before!
Flushing, I’m worrying the whole time I wash my hands.
Hurrying back out, he’s still sitting there, so I swing past the freezer, grabbing an ice pack and tea towel to wrap it in, before going over to him.
“Turn,” I instruct, his lips twitching at the order. He complies, and I step in between his wide spread legs - totally justified btw, he definitely needs the extra space, if you know what I mean . “Dare I ask?”
“Julian surprised me with some extra challenges yesterday,” he tells me, wincing as the ice cold wrapped pack alights against his puffy face. “Including about ten ex-Marines.” God, that man is such a ballsack cunt!
Ash’s hands come to my hips, pulling me closer. His fingers tease along my waistline, his palms resting over my now slightly rounded stomach. I seem to have ‘popped’ in the last couple of days, a small but definite baby bump visible.
“Oh, Ash,” I sigh in a soft voice, wishing there was anything else I could say or do to help, but knowing that there isn’t.
“Do you know how fucking jealous I am that it’s Loki’s child you’re carrying, and not mine?” he asks me, rubbing my stomach. The baby kicks, but Ash doesn’t react so obviously can’t feel it yet.
“W-what?” I stammer, the subject change throwing me as I continue to hold the ice pack to his face.
“I’ve always been an asshole, Lilly. Possessive and controlling,” he growls, hooking my knickers in his fingers, and drawing them down my thighs. My breath catches as his intentions become clear. He needs the distraction of my body, and I am helpless to deny him.
He lets my knickers drop to the ground, taking hold of the hem of my - Jax’s - T-shirt, and lifting it over my head as he stands up. The ice pack drops to the floor with a heavy thud as it falls from my hand.
He takes a minute, studying my naked body in the dim light, his eyes caressing me, causing my nipples to peak and my breathing to quicken.
An inked hand reaches out, tracing my curves, leaving a fire in its wake.
He reaches the apex of my thighs, which I feel more than see with my stomach now in the way.
“Open,” he commands, looking at his hand as I obey, shifting my thighs so that they are parted.
I cry out at his first touch, moisture leaking out of me as he traces a finger up and down my slit, swirling my opening and clit. I’m so responsive to these guys, and they know my body so well that it doesn’t take much to bring me to the brink. He stops, leaving me panting and desperate for more.
“Turn around, hands on the table, Princess.”
The cool wood soothes my hot palms as I follow his instructions, waiting.
He kicks my legs wider, and a second later I feel his bulbous head pushing against my entrance.
A hiss leaves my lips as he enters me, I’m still a little sore from the combination of Kai and Loki on Friday, but it soon turns to a pleasure filled moan when his piercings rub my inner walls.
And the fact that his bare skin is inside me, no barriers between us, drives me wild, making me buck against him.
He pauses once he’s fully seated inside me, a contented sigh sounding behind me as my nails scrape the wood of the table in pleasure.
He starts to move, slowly at first, tingles racing up my spine as he gets faster, bringing me to the edge once more with his dick this time.
I can feel the burn of an orgasm begin, my inner muscles fluttering around Ash’s cock, begging him to keep going.
Only he slows down and pauses before I can fall over into exquisite bliss.
“I'm so fucking close, Ash. Please,” I pant through gritted teeth.
He reaches around, fingertips stroking over my slightly swollen stomach from behind in a loving caress.
“Next time, it'll be my fucking baby in your womb. Won't it, Princess?”
“W-what?” I question, my head spinning once more with his words. He starts leisurely pumping his dick in and out of me, quivers racing through my core, but not enough to allow me to climax. He’s fucking denying me my pleasure, the wankmonster.
“The next baby to grow inside you will be mine, understand, Princess?” he asks, his tone condescending as fuck, as he continues teasing me with his slow strokes.
“Fuck off, Ash! It's my body, and I'll decide if I have another baby, and who the father will be,” I inform him, all kinds of pissed off, and attempting to straighten up, having had enough of his jealousy.
But his hands on my hips tighten, holding me in place with a mocking laugh that should piss me off more than it does. Jesus, I’m so fucking messed up that even his cruel laugh makes my pussy flutter.
“That's where you're wrong, fiancée . This body.” He squeezes my hips tighter, eliciting a squeak of protest from my lips.
Okay, it's part raw fucking pleasure too .
“This pussy.” He punctuates here with a sharp thrust, and a deep groan sounds in my throat.
“All of you belongs to me. I may be gracious and share with the others.
But don't mistake my kindness for anything other than that.” He's growling by the end of his speech and has completely stopped thrusting inside me, holding just the tip in my entrance.
“So I'll tell you again. The next baby you carry, Princess , will. Be. Mine.” He thrusts hard in between each word, reinforcing his point physically.
I'm mewling underneath him, unable to move as he holds me in a bruising grip. He's building me up to a crescendo, my orgasm fluttering at the edges of my vision. Just as the wave is about to crest, he pauses, again with just his tip inside me.
“Ash!” I scream, clawing at the table, giving no shits about scratching it to buggery as I’m beyond frustrated.
“Well?” he asks breathlessly, and I just know that he has one perfect arrogant jet black brow raised. I also know that the twatterdick won't let me come until I agree to his alpha bullshit.
“Fine! Yes!” I shout in response.
“Yes, what?” The git asks back, his tone smug.
“The next baby I have will be yours!” I screech. “Are you fucking happy now?!”
“Ecstatic,” he replies, in a somewhat droll tone.
Then he thrusts so hard and fast that if he wasn't holding onto me, I would be flat on my stomach on the table. I cry out as he lets his inner animal take over and fucks me like a demon, snarling and snapping like a wild beast, the sound of his hips hitting against me, loud in the quiet.
I soon see fucking stars, screaming out his name as my whole body tightens, then liquifies with my release. He gives one final, punishing thrust, as if he's trying to impregnate me right now, finding his own climax with a deafening roar.
“Good girl,” he says, voice breathy as he pats my arse like a fucking dog.
I’d snap like one, too, you know, if I hadn’t just been fucked to within an inch of my life.
So I just huff as he pulls out, feeling some of his cum slide out of me.
He notices, a growl of what sounds like approval leaving his throat, then I feel his fingers push it back inside my abused pussy, as if he can’t bear for any of his essence to leave my body.
And I know that maybe I should take him to task over his alpha bullshit.
That it’s a product of the time he’s spent with Julian recently, that he’s been moulded by Julian to crave ultimate control.
It’s a part of who Ash is, and I love all of him, the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly.
It’s the reason that I heave myself up onto shaky legs, turning to face him and wrapping my arms around his sweat slicked chest.
It’s the reason why I kiss the side of his neck, and whisper gently in his ear.
“The next baby can be yours, my love.”
His whole body shakes, his arms banding around me in a steel like grip as he buries his face into my hair, inhaling deeply and pulling me so close that it’s difficult to know where I finish and he begins.
T he others come down just as I step out of the shower, each placing a kiss on my damp head as I pass them on my way back upstairs to get dressed.
Deciding to go with comfy, it is Sunday after all, I throw on some loose wine red harems and a new mustard yellow T-shirt that has a picture of a vintage rainbow with ‘Bookish Vibes’ in seventies bubble font on the front.
I pause as I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, turning to the side to admire my little bump. My hands come to cup my stomach, in a move that I’m sure so many women have made before me.
“You’re such a MILF, Pretty Girl,” Loki drawls from the doorway, and I chuckle as he walks towards me, wrapping his arms around me from behind.