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Thea

W hen Kyril held me in his arms, I felt safe. I wasn’t a petite woman by any means, but he acted like I weighed no more than a twig. Being thrown around in the bedroom by a powerful man was definitely a kink I could get on board with.

His muscles flexed as he carried me up the narrow stairs to my attic room. We hadn’t spent the night together yet, but something told me he wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon.

Sure enough, the minute he placed me on the bed, he stripped off his shirt and pants.

“Is this a late Christmas gift?” I asked, my gaze drawn to his cut abs and very obvious erection tenting the front of his boxers.

“Only if you want me, kotenok ,” he smirked before his amusement faded. “But you look tired, so sleep is what you need.”

“Thanks.” Being told I looked like shit was what every woman wanted to hear. I hopped off the bed and padded into the bathroom to use the facilities and brush my teeth. When I looked in the mirror, I could see exactly what Kyril meant.

Faint shadows, like bruises, under my eyes, combined with a ghostly pallor on my cheeks, meant I really wasn’t looking my best.

Wonderful.

Tiredness and stress were kicking my ass big time. That and the constant little niggle in my head that loved to remind me I might be pregnant.

At least none of them suspected anything. Since escaping my father’s estate, I’d avoided alcohol, using Verity as an excuse. Sticking to fruit juice, hot chocolate, herbal tea, and water all day had so far not aroused anybody’s suspicions.

The tiredness was definitely becoming a problem, however. I was no expert on early pregnancy symptoms, but a brief look at Google told me fatigue was common. That and sore breasts. But the most telling sign I might be pregnant was the fact my period was now late.

Not massively late, but late enough to concern me.

I was so fucked.

After spitting out toothpaste into the sink, I headed back into the bedroom. Kyril sat up in my bed with the covers bunched around his waist. Damn . The man gave off serious fuck-me vibes. Yes, I was tired, but my libido seemed to think tiredness was not an obstacle.

“Like what you see?” he purred when he looked up and caught me staring.

“You better not snore like a chainsaw,” I grouched.

He chuckled. “I have no idea whether I snore.”

“Hasn’t anyone ever complained?” I shucked off my sweater and jeans and ducked into the walk-in closet to pull on a clean pair of sleep shorts and a tee.

“Never spent the night with anyone.”

Was he shitting me? “Seriously?” When I walked back into the bedroom, he threw me a grin.

“I usually fuck ‘em and leave.”

My eyes rolled back so far in my head that it was a wonder I didn’t fall over. “Wow. How romantic. I guess I should feel special about being your first sleepover.”

His expression turned serious. “You are special. More special than you realize.”

Hmm.

“Whatever.” Deflection was my special skill. Kyril pulled the covers back to let me in and then switched off the bedside lamp. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, the distant sound of the waves crashing against the cliff.

I rolled away from him, uncomfortable with the level of intimacy he’d forced on me, but he huffed loudly and pulled me back against his chest. It took a moment, but eventually I relaxed.

Just as I was drifting off, the door clicked open and a tall, familiar figure edged in.

“Room for a little one?”

My eyes cracked open. “Are we having a slumber party and nobody told me?” Not that I’d ever been to a slumber party.

“I’d have preferred a party of two, me and you, wifey, but I’m willing to share.”

“She needs sleep,” Kyril growled from behind me, his arm a tight band around my chest.

“I know. I just wanted…” Landon’s voice trailed off, revealing an unexpected hint of vulnerability, which surprised me. The Landon I knew was a loud, confident fuckboy.

“No funny business,” I warned. Not that I was against it, but if I didn’t catch some sleep soon, my head might explode.

Naturally, he didn’t need any further encouragement. In less than five seconds, he’d stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed on my other side. It was a squeeze. Kryil’s massive frame took up more than his fair share of the mattress, but being squished between them felt comfortable.

There was a danger I might overheat at some point - or my ovaries would explode from excitement - but that was a problem for tomorrow’s Thea. Right now, all I cared about was sleep. So I let my eyes drift shut as Landon kissed my forehead.

“Nighty night. Don’t let the bedbugs bite,” he whispered in the dark.

It was the last thing I heard before I fell into oblivion.

When my eyes opened again, it was light outside. Kyril’s hand rested on my boob and Landon lay next to me on his back, snoring softly. A solid mass lay across the bottom of the bed. Had someone let a dog into the bedroom?

Oh wait, we didn’t have one. Was it weird that I liked the idea of a dog in my life?

When I prised my cheek from the pillow and looked up through a curtain of tangled hair, I saw Milo asleep at the bottom of the bed, wrapped in a blanket.

Were Cassian and Dario tucked away somewhere? At this point, nothing would surprise me. I was beginning to feel like a man-whisperer. Show your boobs, and they will come .

Ouch, my bladder was about to burst. Kyril grumbled as I lifted his arm but didn’t wake. I eased out from between him and Landon without disturbing them and shuffled into the bathroom. The mirror told me exactly what I already knew: I looked like dog shit.

Nothing a hot shower and some coffee wouldn’t cure, but still. Fuck knows what the guys saw in me. There were a million better-looking girls out there, all of whom came with less baggage than me.

After using the toilet, scrubbing my face, and brushing my teeth, I walked back into my bedroom, fully intending to drag some clothes on and go downstairs. Verity would likely be awake now, and she’d be looking for breakfast.

Dario had stepped into the role of big brother since we’d arrived here, but Verity was my responsibility, not his.

“Come back to bed,” Kyril said in a low voice. Landon hadn’t moved; he appeared to be asleep still, but Milo had awoken. He sat up and rubbed his eyes as I chewed my lip.

“I should go check Verity.”

“Your sister is fine. Dario said he’d take care of her this morning.”

“That’s not fair on him,” I protested.

“ Kotenok , you need to rest. You haven’t recovered from your ordeal.”

“I’m not some delicate little princess,” I grumbled, irritated he was treating me with kid gloves. Being locked in a dark cell was just another day for me. It had happened more times than I could count. Why Kyril assumed I’d suffered some kind of major trauma escaped me. I knew damn well he was fully aware my life was a shit show, and always had been.

“I know you’re not,” he replied in a low voice.

“Go to him,” Milo said while moving to the chair. Were these two idiots working together suddenly? “He wants to help you.” I had a feeling that ‘help’ was a euphemism for something sexy. Was it bad that my pussy was fully on board with the idea of sex before breakfast?

This was something else I’d noticed in the last few days. As well as feeling utterly wiped out, my libido had kicked up a gear. Not at all helpful when surrounded by extremely hot men.

When I hesitated, Kyril tossed the covers aside and jumped off the bed. He stalked toward me like a panther, ignoring Landon’s mumbled curses about being woken up before noon.

“Get your ass over here.”

“No.” I refused to make this easy for him. If he wanted me, he was going to have to fight for me. And yes, I knew deriving pleasure from being chased around my bedroom made me one fucked-up bitch.

Landon sat up and ran a hand through his tousled hair. “What the fuck, dude? I need my beauty sleep.”

Kyril ignored his whining. He was way too busy pinning me against the wall while Milo sat in the chair with his legs spread wide and his hand on his dick.

“Milo wants a show, kitten. I think we should give him one.”

“A show?” I squeaked. Was Milo OK with that? My head swiveled around to check.

“I’m good,” he confirmed.

“ I’m not good!” Landon complained. “You’re not leaving me out!”

“Nobody’s leaving you out, mudak .” Kyril rolled his eyes but kept his focus on me.

“Good. It’s been ages since I made sweet, sweet love to my wifey.”

God, he was ridiculous. But I couldn’t prevent a giggle from escaping. Kyril cocked his head to one side and grinned.

“You don’t laugh nearly enough,” he commented.

My amusement soon faded. “Not like I have much to laugh about.”

“Once I have eliminated all the threats against us, things will be better, malyshka .”

Was it bad that his dark promise made me wet? Asking for a friend.

“Not sure that will be easy or even possible,” I pointed out, swallowing a moan as he pressed his extremely hard cock against my belly.

“Your father is a dead man. Torrance Asaro too. I will make it my mission to kill them slowly and without mercy.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, overcome with lust at the idea of Kyril making my father and Torrance suffer for hurting me. Yes, I was officially broken.

“Jesus. You’re one sick motherfucker,” Landon muttered. “I regret introducing you to Game of Thrones last year. Can we please skip the death and mutilation bit and get to the sex now? If I don’t come soon, I might just be the one dying.”

Kyril picked me up and tossed me back on the bed. Before I could protest, he pulled my shorts off and dived between my thighs.

“No, I need a shower!”

He inhaled deeply and then grinned. “You smell divine, kotenok .” A long, slow lick from my clit to my entrance had my thighs shaking. “Taste divine, too.”

Landon groaned before rolling over, tugging my tee up, and latching on to my breast. The combination of his mouth on my tit and Kyril’s talented tongue between my legs pushed me higher.

Yes… this was exactly what I needed.

Sweet oblivion.

Nothing in my head but pleasure.

Kyril pressed two fingers inside me and sucked my clit. I came with a soft cry, arching my back as ecstasy rolled over me like a wave. By the time the aftershocks faded, Kyril had pulled a condom on and was pushing inside my pulsing channel.

“What does she feel like?” Milo asked, his gaze fixed on where Kyril and I joined, his hand tucked inside his pants. Part of me wished he’d come closer, so I could watch him pleasure himself, but I didn’t want to push him.

“So fucking hot and wet. It’s the best feeling in the world.”

“It is,” Landon agreed, having removed his boxers. “Open your mouth, baby,” he instructed. I turned sideways as Kyril bottomed out with a low groan.

Landon stared down at me as I took his cock inside my mouth. “That’s it, so fucking good, wifey. You take my cock so well.” His filthy words lit another fire inside me. God, how had I ever lasted so long without experiencing this?

“Fuck, I’m going to come!” Kyril’s thrusts grew more erratic as Landon slowly fucked my mouth, his hand squeezing my breasts. I was close, but not quite there, and when Kyril came, I moaned with frustration around Landon’s dick.

The moment he pulled away, Landon eased out of my mouth and buried his face between my legs. With a few expert flicks of his tongue, he had me falling apart in seconds. Then he, too, was inside me while Kyril watched.

Two more orgasms for me later, Landon finally found his release with a long, low groan. I turned to look at Milo. He smiled at me and then disappeared into the bathroom. Had he come too? I hoped so. I wanted him to feel a part of whatever this was.

A reverse harem?

My stomach growled before a sudden wave of nausea hit me hard, pushing bile into my throat. I stumbled off the bed and dashed into the bathroom where Milo stood at the sink washing his hands.

His eyes widened in concern when I bent over the toilet and emptied the meager contents of my stomach into the porcelain bowl. Cool hands gently lifted my hair out of the way while I closed my eyes in embarrassment.

Puking in front of one’s boyfriend: achievement unlocked. Gross .

God, I wasn’t sure if I could look him in the eye again.

“What the fuck?” Kyril came barreling in with Landon on his heels.

“Baby, are you sick? Did I break you with my massive cock?”

I couldn’t even summon the energy to laugh.

“It could be a viral infection, although we’re all fine.” Milo’s words washed over my head as I sat slumped on the floor. My mouth tasted like a dumpster. When Kyril handed me a glass of water, I took it gratefully.

An unpleasant, nauseous sensation in the pit of my stomach lingered, but the urge to vomit had passed. Maybe some food would help. Dry toast or fruit. I could probably cope with that.

“When was your last period, Thea?” Lucky me. Milo had honed in on the one topic I wished to avoid at all costs.

“What the actual fuck, Milo!” Landon yelled. “That’s none of your business!”

“Morning nausea is a symptom of the first trimester in pregnancy.”

“It’s also a fucking symptom of food poisoning, and given you cooked yesterday, I’d say you’re at fault here.”

“Do you feel ill?”

“Well, no, but for all we know, Cass and Dario are busy heaving their guts up somewhere downstairs,” Landon huffed.

“They’re not.”

Kyril hadn’t said a word, but I felt the weight of his stare. He stroked my cheek and pulled me to my feet, curling a fist possessively around the back of my neck.

“ Malyshka, a re you carrying my baby?”