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She swallowed hard. “Crow—”

“Now I’m Crow and not Daddy? Look, I don’t know what my brothers put for their nonnegotiables, but havingmychildren is absolutely on mine. I want this belly of yours swollen with my daughter one day. I can visualize her now. Her innocent, sweet face with eyes like her mama’s. Promise me one day you’ll give me that.” I didn’t even fucking care how desperate I sounded.

Her expression shifted, revealing the purest eyes I’d ever seen. “I’m not sure I want to share you with anyone.”

“Not even our child?”

She gulped. “Don’t say things like that. I’m leaving in two weeks. I don’t understand why you keep talking like my past didn’t reinsert itself into my future. I know you don’t know everything that happened, but I have to disappear. I killed a man,” she breathed, her voice trembling.

I sighed and pulled her back across my chest. “Marcel told us. He didn’t say how, but I’m glad you did.” A shudder racked through her small frame before she kissed my neck. “I don’t want to see you sad tonight. Let’s discuss these fantasies in depth. Are they general and open for all your Kings?”

“I have very specific ones for each of you individually.”

“Oh really. I can’t wait to hear them. Just remember, whatever you ask, I’ll give you. You’ve been warned, now spill it. Start with Alek and work your way through us.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

As she shared, I leisurely thrust in and out of her, mindful of the water level and ensuing waves. She blushed as she told me several different role-playing scenarios and scenes she wanted to create with us.

The more she talked, the more I fell. “God, you’re so fucking perfect and such a naughty, naughty little girl. Wait until I tell the guys. And you wonder why we’re having a hard time letting you go.”

“Nik,” she moaned as I picked up my pace. Once she let go, I followed closely behind.

After we’d caught our breath, I pulled her out of the tub and dried her off. As I combed her hair, I reminded her, “You know we don’t keep secrets, and for your sake, that’s probably a good thing. Somehow, I get the feeling you would rather I share your deepest, darkest fantasies with them so you don’t have to.”

“Not true. Okay, that’s partially true. I can obviously tell Alek, but Ivan, that’s a whole other story. He hates me.”

“That’s not true at all. I wish one of you would tell us what happened,” I said, putting the brush down and looking at her face in the mirror.

“I can’t do that. Not because I don’t want to, but because it’s private between us. I only shared with Marcel because I was really struggling with how much I hated myself. He helps me put things into perspective, and I needed to process it.”

“Understandable. Can I tell you something?”

“Yes, anything.” She fell into my arms and sighed. I sensed her relief that I wasn’t pushing for answers.

“As much as I want to know what happened so I could help fix it, a huge part of me is thankful that you are so protective of that relationship. It gives me a lot of comfort knowing you’ll equally protect that of ours and Alek’s,” I said, caressing her back.

“It’s so weird trying to explain the dynamic to anyone else outside of us. Each of us has a very distinct relationship. It deserves to be protected,” she offered.

I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. “Exactly, and as long as we always respect that individuality and are honest with one another, everyone else’s thoughts on it can go to hell.”

“Um, yes, I suppose if I’m going to be stuck in the inferno for the next few weeks, at least I won’t find myself alone.”

She curled into me, her body warm and weightless against mine, like she’d always belonged there. One arm draped across my chest, her fingers twitching once before going still. I watched her long, dark lashes flutter shut where they rested delicately against her cheeks. The rise and fall of her breathing slowed, syncing with mine.

A quiet settled in, wrapping around us like a blanket.

Chapter 40

Kinsley

Hug Him For Me

I slept so peacefullythat when Nik’s cock pressed against me in the morning, I thought I was dreaming. Keeping my eyes closed, I gasped as he pushed in and made love to me again.

I reached back and tugged his hair. “Good morning, Daddy,” I moaned.

“I wanted to experience that soul-binding thing you were speaking about last night once more before I have to leave you,” he whispered into my ear, making me shudder.