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CHAPTER 26 - ASTRA

“G et that look off your face,” Ben ordered, marching me back to Cell Ward A.

“What look?” I didn’t know up from down right now and floated on my post-phone sex cloud.

“The I’ve-just-been-fucked-real-good face.” The guard buffed his phone screen with a lens cleaner wipe like I’d violated it… alas the risks of loaning it to dirty old me. “Walk that into the cell block and the sentries will think you and I have a thing.”

Hell to the no. I didn’t need slimy sentries cornering me for sexual favors. Thankfully, Vartros got rid of all the sleazes. Married with two kids, Ben carried a beer belly and the dad-bod appeal of a middle-aged man. Some might call that “Daddy,” but I wasn’t going there. Ever. I was madly in love with my four gorgeous criminals.

“Sorry, Ben. Can’t help it.” I gave him a lazy smile.

I just got lucky—twice. Blame Raze for running overtime. The man operated on wolf time, not Guardian’s time, and when with him, impeccable old me went into slumber.

Ben dried his device with his shirt. “Help it at the gates.”

Fine. I dropped into a fake scowl for the rest of the way to my cell to save face. Then I’d do a Greatest Showman movie number behind the closed door.

I side-eyed Ben with said scowl because I was a Cosplay pro and versed in maintaining character. “Thank you for arranging that, by the way. You’re a good guy, no matter what my face says.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Ben chuckled and stuffed his cell in his pants pocket. “Tell my mother-in-law that.”

Ouch. Mother-in-laws. I had four and got along with Tor’s and Knoxe’s. Hadn’t met Pascal’s. Met Raze’s once, and she regarded me suspiciously. No love lost there when she turned her back on her son. I was here for her if she wanted to change that.

“I don’t think I’m a credible testimonial.” I broke character for an instant, my smile widening.

“Good point.” Ben shoved me in the shoulder and laughed, coming to a stop at the gates. “Wipe that smile, Nomical.”

Oops. Cosplay face. Scowl like Venomous Viper.

Knoxe waited for me on the other side, taking over for Ben, who nodded at him and made himself busy, patrolling our ward.

“What’s wrong, Sunset?” Knoxe claimed my hand and warmed it between his. “Didn’t the call go well?”

“It went perfect,” I whispered, showing teeth. “But I can’t let on or the other guards will think I blew Ben for a favor.”

Knoxe broke into a gorgeous, savage smile and cracked his knuckles. “Ben knows I’d break his face if he asked for one.”

My scowl dissolved into a laugh, and I threw myself into Knoxe’s arms, hugging him tightly. “Thank you for the surprise.”

He clasped the back of my head and tilted it to take his steamy kiss. “It hasn’t ended yet.”

I roamed my eyes over his orange prison shirt. “Where’s the red box Pascal promised?”

Knoxe broke away, tugging me to my cell. “This way, Sunset.”

I clapped against my thigh since one hand was taken.

Knoxe led me into my chamber, closing the door behind me, letting my eyes feast on the two gorgeous men reclined on my bed wearing nothing but the Lindt red ribbons and golden bells.

“Yay!” I bounced on the spot, jerking Knoxe’s arm.

Tor’s cobalt eyes spelled delicious trouble. “Someone stole my uniform, Supergal.” He palmed his heavy cock, ready and waiting for me to ride.

Pascal’s emerald-green gaze was heaven. “Mine, too.” He pretended to check the room for his clothes.

“That’s a shame.” I climbed onto the bed to give them languid kisses, cuddles, and murmured thanks for their rewarding little gift.

The heat of Knoxe’s body engulfed me as he pressed into my back. “Raze got the fire started and we’re going to turn it into a bonfire, Sunset.”

He reached around the front of my body and unbuttoned my shirt, peeling it off, exposing the underlayer of my white tank.

Tor removed something from beneath my pillow. A dark paperback with an unseen cover. He waved it at me. “How about we play another game, Supergal?”

“Yes, Daddy!” I squealed, trying to throw myself into his lap, but getting stopped by Knoxe, who lifted my tank off and threw it on my chair.

Once upon a time, I would have crawled off the bed to straighten it. My OCD mellowed since I joined the Guardians, and would have to take a back seat to this evening’s proceedings.

“You don’t want to know the game?” Pascal brushed hair from my cheek and kissed from the edge of my ear to the corner of my lips, but left me hanging for more.

I brushed my fingertips along his ridged stomach, loving the hardness of him and the waiting flagpole below. “Nope. I’m game, whatever it is.”

“No, you don’t, Sunset.” Knoxe spoiled our little moment by hauling me off the bed and setting me on the ground, stripping me out of my pants and panties like a man starved of water who found his well. “You need to be naked for this game.”

I wheeled on him and hurried to clear him of his clothes, squealing again when I found his cock tied with a ribbon and bell.

“I hope you’re going to play me some music with that bell.” I grabbed his stiff length and pumped him.

“Oh, we’ll play music, all right.” He collared my throat with his large hand, and I groaned. “In your pussy. And you’ll sing out our names.”

I loved it when he held me like this. Loved that he was so much bigger than me, his body enveloping mine. Loved the dark, hot gaze in his brown eyes that said what he planned to do me would incinerate my body.

His gaze dropped to my tongue, wetting my lip. “Fuck, Sunset. I want that tongue on my cock.”

“No,” Tor tossed a pillow at his head. “That’s not how the scene goes.”

“Scene?” Hmm. I picked up the book and grinned at the tattooed man on the front. We were having a role play from one of my favorite pregnancy mafia romances that Tor bought for me. “Yes, Daddy!”

“Yes, Capo,” Tor corrected me, patting the bed, and I crawled between him and Pascal, Knoxe climbing on after me, making the bed dip hard. “Lie against me, little thief.”

I settled myself between Tor’s legs, and he pulled me down to his chest, the pace of his breathing and the insistent tapping of his cock on my back telling me how worked up he was.

He rested the book to his left, where I could read along from the passage he chose to act out. “You stole something from me worth more than my empire, and you’re going to pay, thief.”

Oh, yeah. My favorite scene from this book. I highlighted all my favorite paragraphs in pink highlighter. I hadn’t read any paperbacks in a while. Didn’t need to when my wildest fantasies came true with my four gorgeous men. When I did, Tor often licked my pussy or fingered me when I read hot scenes to dial up the heat. Having the three of them act out the scene or pleasure me while reading was the best surprise. The hottest thing we’d done… and we’d done A LOT.

Tor continued reading, “I can’t spank you because you’re pregnant. But I will make you rethink your decisions.”

The Capo had it so bad for his thief. He wouldn’t hurt her, but he’d make his point for her betraying him.

“Please, Capo, let me go. I won’t ask anything of you,” Tor read in his own voice, and thank, God, because his girly one was almost as terrible as some narrators narrating the female character’s voice. Hashtag off-putting.

“That’s not how this works, thief.” While Tor recited the scene, Pascal claimed my lips, groaning into me. “Open for me.”

Yes, yes, and yes! The Capo was going to punish her, and my men me!

“Lift your hips, thief.” Knoxe assumed the dialogue, snatching a pillow, and patting my thigh. I angled my hips up, and he nestled the pillow beneath my ass. He spread my legs and crawled backward down my body. “That’s my good little thief.”

Fuck, the hot, breathy way he said that cranked up the heat in my cell from its standard chilly sixty degrees Fahrenheit to ninety.

“You’re not going to come, do you hear me?” Tor’s deep and velvety voice rivaled my favorite narrators, heightening the spicy atmosphere.

“Please, Capo,” I begged, doing a little improv, earning a stroke on my neck from Tor.

Pascal’s mouth was as rough as the palm rolling my breast. He’d never been this way with me before, always treating me gently. The contrast spun the spice meter from ten to a thousand. I loved his growth in confidence and that he wanted to play games with me and Tor. Tor must have convinced him to act out a character from the comics, only with a romantic bent.

Tor’s lips sucked along the skin of my neck. “Relax, thief. Let me take care of you. It’s been too long since I’ve touched you.”

Knoxe lined himself up at my entrance, inserting his head, teasing me by not going further.

Pascal unwrapped a long lollipop and stuck it in his mouth, speaking with it in the corner of his mouth. “Did you think I’d let you come, thief?” He removed the candy and ran it between my drenched folds. “You’re not a good girl and won’t come until you’ve atoned for your sins.”

My sweet, shy man wet the candy with his saliva again and rubbed the sticky sweetness over his cock, then passed it along. Knoxe licked at it and gave it a long pull with his mouth. I groaned at the sexy moves, all three of them officially becoming my Candymen. Smiling wickedly, he thrust it into my pussy and thumbed my clit at a maddening pace that hurtled me closer to orgasm. The size wasn’t nearly enough, and I squirmed, needing so much more. But they weren’t going to give it to me.

“You don’t think you deserve my cock, do you?” Knoxe growled, staying in character, impressing me with his new talent.

I lifted my hips to chase my release, and shamelessly begged, “Please give it to me.”

In the book, the Capo fed his pregnant girlfriend’s pussy the hilt of his knife, driving her dangerously close to orgasm, and stopping. Then doing it all over again and again, until she was a sweaty, writhing mess. Tor kept reading, where the male love interest removed his blade, sharpening it, waiting for his thief’s orgasm to ebb.

Knoxe didn’t follow the book strictly and punish me in the same fashion, sometimes inserting his finger, pleasuring me for a few beats before denying me. “You want this, baby?”

“Yes!” I rolled my hips, chasing the finger he removed.

“Not until you take my cock like a dirty little thief.” Pascal traced the tip of his pulsing length along my lower lip, going off story, and I didn’t care one bit.

H.O.T.

I took his fiery length into my mouth despite the awkward angle, and he cradled my head, doing most of the work and pumping into me.

Knoxe sucked on the lollipop and gave me his cock and his thumb, his bell ringing with each snap of his hips. I groaned over Pascal’s length, and him shudder at the vibrations.

“Songbird,” he moaned.

Tor flicked his arm, warning him to stay in character.

“Sorry, thief.” Pascal’s pace picked up, owning my damn mouth, and I loved every glide of him inside me, and the tingle of his bell as he moved.

Tor circled my left nipple with his forefinger, and my nerves went into a catastrophic meltdown at all the stimulation.

Knoxe took me to the edge of climax and deprived me of his cock and finger. “You don’t get to come until I’m satisfied you’re sorry.”

Pascal’s fingers laced in my hair. “Are you sorry, my thief? I don’t think you are.” I moaned my arousal over him, and he dominated my mouth in ways he never dared before.

Knoxe gave me what I needed, snapping into me, growling, “Tell me how sorry you are, my thief.”

I rolled my hips, chasing the friction and popped off Pascal’s cock. “So sorry. Forgive me, please, Capo.

My scalp burned from Pascal’s grip. “Not good enough!”

He forced himself back in my mouth. Whoa! Who kidnapped my sweet man and replaced him with this sexy devil?

Knoxe increased the pressure on my clit, alternating between back-and-forth slides, circles, and light taps of his cock, driving me to the point of insanity if I didn’t come.

Pascal released my mouth, swiping my bottom lip, and I sucked the tip of his head. “What do you have to say?”

“I’m sorry,” I played along, tickling his bell, making it jingle. “Please. I’ll be a good girl. Let me come.”

Pascal glanced between Tor and Knoxe.

Tor licked his finger and made a show of turning the page, reading the next line. “I don’t think she’s repentant, P-Man.”

I slapped at his thigh for going off script.

Pascal seized my hair. “Definitely not sorry, Candyman.”

“What do we do to sinners, Knoxe?” Tor asked his other partner in crime.

“Punish them,” my Viking replied, driving into me and not stopping until I met the point of detonation and quaked over him and Pascal in my mouth.

Tor didn’t give me a breather, lifting me off Knoxe and spinning me around, fisting his cock, rattling his bell. I lowered my mouth over him, and Knoxe rimmed my clit with the lollipop until he was hard again and slammed into me.

The three of them repeated these games all night, teasing me, denying me orgasm until I begged for forgiveness, and they granted it, casting me out of the darkness of Hell into the light of Heaven. Over and fucking over I sang their names until I lost my voice and was a sweaty, sticky, exhausted mess.

Knoxe carried me to the bathroom to shower me with Pascal by his side, and Tor wheeled slightly behind us. Inside the stall, my three men were so gentle, rinsing off the sweat and cum, lathering me with soap and rubbing it over every inch of my weary muscles.

“I loved all my surprises.” I caressed Pascal’s jaw, earning a soft kiss, more like my sweet, shy man. “Thank you for being so wonderful to me.”

“I’m glad, Songbird.” He kissed me back, taking all of me, my tongue, my moans, the water dripping from me, and the love I poured into him.

Tor got jealous, and nudged Pascal out of the way for some slow, steamy kisses of his own. Knoxe eventually fended him off to conquer my mouth, and I delighted as they all took turns, kissing me, holding me, adoring me.

By the time we were done, we laid together in a heap, limbs under and over each other. We didn’t move until the lights-out alarm went off, and the guards locked my men and me in my cell together. I had the best night’s sleep I ever had, even without my men, and I dreamed of even raunchier scenes while I slept.