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“It’s Eden’s fault. You know I have a weakness for... well, her, I guess.” Lucky’s head briefly dips, and he runs his tongue up the inside curve of one breast.

Gasping out a heated giggle, I tug up his head and bring him back to my mouth for another reckless, hungry kiss.

Technically Jasper ordered him and not me, sountil he?—

“Stop, my Eden.”

Delight and pleasure thrills through me at the order, and I stop kissing Lucky, panting into his mouth. Obediently, I lift my hands off him and cross them at the wrist over my head.

Showing Jasper just how seriously I take his instructions.

Lucky lets out a long-suffering sigh, but his blue eyes are hot and amused as he mutters, “Goody two-shoes.”

I grin. “Brat.”

He winks. “That’s the beauty of the sub club, beautiful.”

Sub club.

My heart squeezes happily.

“You two...” Jasper trails off, his voice husky. I hear the clip of his loafers pause, but I can’t see him from here.

Lucky twists back to look at him, and it presses his lower body into mine. I bite down on a shudder as his cock presses against my pussy through his sweatpants.

“New plan,” he says to Jasper. “Forget Dom and Beau. We lock the door, and we play in your room with her all night instead.”

That startles me out of my battle not to squirm against him.

“Dom and Beau?”

Lucky turns back to look down at me, his brow slanted judgmentally. “Who’d you think the nurse’s outfit was for? Come on, beautiful. Keep up.”

My mouth drops open as I glare at him. “You threw me onto the bed and started ravishing me, Lucky. I didn’t have the brain cells to think!”

“Huh. On second thought, you’re right. Brain cells are overrated.”

Lucky’s dimples deepen, and his eyes drop back down to my breasts. His tongue teases his lower lip, and I can see him considering whether the punishment for continuing will be worth it.

“Get off her, Lucien,” Jasper orders again, this time with so much silken warning rippling through it that we both shiver.

Sighing again, Lucky pushes back off the bed—off me —and I shiver again in the sudden cold.

Jasper steps into view a moment later, surveying me as I lie on the bed. I’m stretched obediently for him, naked and still, my breasts rising faster the longer he looks at me.

I know they said Dom and Beau were coming, something about this being for them , and it’s not that I’m opposed to the idea at all, but it’s truly hard to think about anyone else while Lucky’s kisses are still dizzying my brain and with Jasper’s eyes traveling down my body like slow-burning coals.

They linger on my pussy, and that devilish curl of hair slips over his forehead.

“So beautiful, darling girl.” He steps closer, and with his knee, he slowly draws my leg wider, spreading me until I’m wide and glistening, and his jaw is like the cut of a blade as he takes me in. “I suppose it doesn’t hurt that you’re all warmed up for them.”

Hurt? It hurts me . My nipples are achingly tight, and I’m already throbbing with the need to be filled.

But there’s that them again.

“For... for Dom and Beau?” I ask huskily. “I thought.. . Dom’s still in the med bay, isn’t he?”

Jasper nods, but his head tilts as I clench my empty pussy, his eyes gleaming.

“Beaumont thought Dominic would be more comfortable recovering up here before we leave tomorrow—and I believe he wanted to see whether Dominic can, in fact, move comfortably enough to travel. They have a difference of opinion regarding that matter, I believe.”

I’m sure they do.

I arch my back for Jasper, watching his face, and a hint of a smile touches his lips. Lucky groans as he walks around the bed.

Biting my lip to stop from begging, I ask, “So how... how do I fit in?”

Jasper’s gaze finally lifts to mine.

“You’ve all had a difficult few days,” he says softly.

“We all have,” I murmur, and he nods.

“You three in particular, though.” Jasper’s severe angles soften. “Lucien and I thought we might arrange something for the three of you. Something that might make you all smile before we leave.”

My chest squeezes fiercely, and I stare at him, at Lucky, caught and touched and suddenly tangled with emotions that have nothing to do with my need.

They planned something.

Not for themselves, or just to make me happy... but for Dom and Beau, too.

It’s completely selfless—and entirely to help our little family when it’s hurting.

My lip trembles, and Jasper shakes his head once, but the small smile on his face is unbearably warm and full of empathy.

“I’m sorry, dearest, but we don’t have time for those. You need to get dressed. If you spoil my surprise by being late, I will be very unhappy with you,” he advises, and I sniff, a reluctant smile returning to my face.

Lucky picks up the skimpy, deliciously slutty outfit from the bed.

“It’s going to take you at least that long to get into character.

Just remember—the poor, rough, cranky soldier was wounded, the sexy doctor is overseeing his care, and you , little nurse, need to obey every instruction to tend to his recovery. ”

Twisting my head on the bed, I give Lucky an amused look. “The poor, rough, cranky soldier was wounded. The sexy doctor is overseeing his care. And I am obeying every instruction to help tend to his recovery.”

“Sure, but you’ve got to make it dirty.”

Jasper reaches out a hand, and I take it delicately. He pulls me up until I’m standing torturously close to him.

Lucky tears the tags from the outfit, tossing them on the bed, and I see it’s in my size.

It’s a tiny little red-slashed white dress that will barely cover my ass.

It has a red zipper at the front that promises plunging cleavage, and a cute red heart with a small white cross inside it that will sit right over my pussy.

There’s a tiny little white-and-red hat sitting to the side, and Lucky has a matching, scandalously red set of lingerie to accompany the costume.

“Where on earth did you even find all of that?” I ask on a little laugh as Lucky hands Jasper the wooden box that I recognize too well.

“Not us,” Jasper corrects, bemused. “I believe Beaumont—quite optimistically—picked that up for you himself when he and Dominic collected clothes for you after you arrived. Lucien noticed it in the pile of his things—which I would like removed from my hall, by the way. Now bend over the bed for me, Eden. Spread your legs.”

The change in his tone makes my breath catch, but I obey quickly, my breasts pressing into the bedspread and my legs set wide apart. I quiver there, knowing what’s coming.

“Safeword? Any concerns today, any amendments to your list?” Jasper checks in.

“Bristlebrook, and none, thank you. I’m ... please don’t hold back,” I tell him as demurely as I can.

Lucky’s grin tells me I failed.

I sound every inch like I’m desperate and begging.

“How long has it been since anyone used your ass, sweet girl?” Jasper walks up behind me.

I hear the latch on the box un-snick.

My breaths tremble against the sheets, and Lucky meets my eyes, raw need darkening his into restless, stormy skies.

“Not.. . not since Jayk. The bond-fire,” I whisper.

“And the plug? Have you used that since?”

“No. Fingers and...” I blush, and Lucky’s lips twitch with too much laughter. “And tongues.”

I scowl at him, but his smile stutters with his ragged, tortured breath in.

Jasper makes a pensive sound behind me. “They might be a challenge for you today, then.”

A bottlecap is popped, and then there’s a soft, wet squirt, and I twitch in anticipation, waiting for the cold drizzle.

“Remind them to take it slow if you need to, please,” Jasper murmurs.

There’s a soft rustle, then a hot fan of breath against the sensitive join between my ass and thigh. He’s kneeling behind me.

Lucky’s grip on the nurse costume tightens as he watches us, his eyes slipping between Jasper spreading my ass and stopping to watch my face.

“Have you cleaned yourself?” he asks, and my blush deepens.

Lucky gives me a smug, knowing look, heated color high in his cheeks.

Right now, I’m feeling very grateful for his note.

“Yes, Jasper,” I whisper.

I feel the first liquid touch of lube against my tight, puckered hole... but it’s not cold. This time, it’s warmed by Jasper’s fingers as he smears it over me, slicking it up and down the forbidden cleft of my ass.

My breathing becomes frayed and fast, and Lucky crawls up onto the bed so he can get a better look. The outline of his cock curves hard and needy against his sweatpants, and I fight the urge to reach out and touch it.

Jasper had made himself clear—he’s in control now.

The pad of Jasper’s finger begins to press against my hole, teasing the lube into it, testing the give, until he finally begins to push inside, breaching the sensitive ring.

“Ah,” I whimper as he adds a second finger almost immediately.

“Sorry, darling girl. We don’t have time to take this slow. You’ll just have to take it,” Jasper tells me, his voice edged and tight.

Ohhh .

My brain melts between my ears, the polite demand in his voice turning me liquid.

“I’ll take anything you give me. I... I want them to fit. Thank you, I—” My pant borders on a whine as he curses hoarsely under his breath.

Jasper lifts up over me, bracing one hand on my lower back as his fingers test the tight, tugging grip. There’s a pause, a rush of more liquid, and then he begins pumping them into my ass with a deliberate stretching, massaging speed.

My mouth opens on a muffled cry against the bed as I feel his fingers everywhere, tunneling, rubbing deep, touching every sensitive, hidden part inside me. The initial, overwhelming strain quickly turns into a needy, uncomfortable pressure.

I moan as he pauses to push unbearably deep, my ass lifting off the bed to press into it.

Lucky’s laugh is pained, and he has to tear his eyes from my ass to meet my gaze. “Look at him pretending he doesn’t want to make you work for it.”

Jasper lets out an amused breath, full of strain. Then he pinches my ass with his other hand and spreads the fingers inside me wide.

Stretching me until I cry out.

“This will be nothing to her when they both take her at once. Better a little pain now,” he muses. “Lucien, pass me the plug. No— You know which one. Don’t be soft on her. It won’t be kind in the long run.”

“Your age is showing, babe. Gentle parenting’s the thing now,” Lucky teases, his dimples wicked as he passes Jasper the largest plug.

Jasper pauses. “Lucien. Would you like to go back in the cage?”

The cage? Under Jasper’s bed? My head is spinning, my body shuddering in pleasure but...

“You put Lucky in the cage? As punishment? For how long?” I choke out.

The tip of the cold, metal plug wedges into my ass.

As Jasper pushes it in, ignoring my gasps and the violent arch of my back, he mutters, “Long enough for me to finish my notes. He becomes a pestering little slut when he wants attention.”

Lucky flops back onto the bed beside me, but Jasper is working the plug in slowly, pushing the fattest, heaviest part past the tight ring in my ass so I barely hear him as he complains.

“For hours ! He left me in there for hours ! No food, no water. Alone, and?—”

Jasper snorts, and the plug pops in. I gasp, squeezing instinctively against the cold, intense pressure.

“You had food and water, and I was on the bed the entire time, you brat. The amount of grief you gave me, you should have been in there for days.”

Lucky rolls onto his side, looking me in the eyes while I squirm to get comfortable, feeling desperately, painfully full.

“Do you see how he speaks to me? Cold. Cruel.” He tuts, then he smiles, leaning in to kiss my panting mouth. “Not like you. So warm. So kind. Oh, beautiful, you’re struggling, huh? They are going to wreck you.”

Jasper tilts my hips, encouraging me to turn over, and I roll onto my back, flushed and full and aching.

“We have about ten minutes before they’re up,” he says. “Have you eaten yet?”

I nod breathlessly, distracted, still squeezing helplessly against the plug.

“Yes, I-I’ve had plenty.”

Too much, possibly, and all through the day. I almost made myself sick from gorging on the Sinners’ abandoned rations yesterday.

It was hard to resist once I knew there was enough for everyone for a long, long time.

His eyes scan my face, as though he’s checking for half-truths, but not wanting to eat has never been the demon that haunts me. Fearing not being able to find a next meal... fearing hunger and wasting away? That haunts me.

Finally, he nods. “Okay. Sit up, then. Let’s get you dressed.”

Sit?

Gritting my teeth, I let him pull me up to sit on the bed—and the position buries the fat plug deep in my ass. The ball inside clatters, and I flinch.

Damn it. I’d forgotten about the ball.

“Hurry now. Lucien, pass me the garter belt.”

The two work on me quickly. Jasper clips my garter belt into place and helps me step into the skimpy, lacy red underwear. Lucky’s fingers trail over the nape of my neck and scoop my breasts into the dizzying scarlet push-up bra, clasping it at the front.

Ordering me to stand, Jasper’s breath teases my thighs as he carefully rolls the thigh-high stockings into place, securing them with the clips while Lucky pulls the dress over my head and squeezes it over my breasts.

Lucky tidies my bun, and Jasper secures the tiny hat’s small clips into my hair.

Their breaths and their touches are at once stirring and soothing, and I watch them work with quiet, adoring fascination. Their serious little frowns and the careful way they fix everything to me.

“Thank you,” I say softly, and both of them pause.

Lucky tilts my chin to him and gives me a soft look before he kisses me, long and slow. The next breath I breathe in is Jasper’s as he kisses me too.

“Anything, Eden. All of it. Whatever brings you joy,” he murmurs.

I smile. “You do.” I lean back against Lucky, heartsick and desiring no cure in this ridiculous nurse costume. “You all do.”

There’s a burst of voices at the door, and I freeze.

The door swings open.