Chapter Three
Skyla
Liam practically sprints to the shower, turning on the water as a pair of arms sneak up behind me, wrapping around me before two large hands settle on my stomach.
“How’s my little guy doing this morning, princess?” Asher rumbles into my ear, pressing gentle kisses to my neck as I smile.
“Good. He kept me up most of the night, though.”
“Weird. His dad kept me up most of the night too!” Liam smirks as he strips down naked and slips into the shower.
“Liam,” I say with a wrinkle of my nose. “Why do you have to make everything weird?”
He lets out a humor-filled laugh before popping his head out the shower door. “Life is funnier that way. Now get in here. I want to have a Skyla sandwich for breakfast!”
Asher scoffs but continues walking towards the shower before grabbing the hem of my sleep shirt.
I lift my arms up as he slowly pulls it over my head.
My eyes move to my reflection in the mirror, and I can’t help but smile.
I love being pregnant. Thank God for that too since these boys have kept me pregnant almost consistently since we went on our honeymoon.
First we had Seraphina, who’s now four. Then we had Jackson, who’s three.
Brooks is now two, and I’m five months along with baby number four.
We haven’t come up with a name yet, mainly because the more kids you have, the harder it is to come up with names you actually like.
Though we don’t know for sure who any of the kids’ biological fathers are, everyone likes to make their guesses.
The current running one is that the baby I’m pregnant with now is Asher’s.
He made some grand scheme and got everyone out of the house for almost a full day while I was ovulating, and I swear to God we fucked on every surface of our home back in Salem.
Who knows if it really is, and honestly, I never want to know.
We’re all family, they’re all Daddy and I think it works better that way.
Of course, I’m nervous for school quickly approaching for Seraphina.
Kids are mean, and it doesn’t matter if your daddies practically run the entire Brethren—having five dads and one mom is a recipe for some little shit on the playground saying something.
Asher walks me into the shower, kissing up and down my neck as the warm water pours over me. I gasp at the relief on my already aching body as Liam grips the back of my neck and smiles, those green eyes flashing at me.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
I smile as his lips meet mine, his tongue tangling with my own before he works his way down my body to settle between my thighs.
He hmms, and I can practically hear his grin as he lifts one of my legs up and over his shoulder before running his tongue through me.
I gasp at the feeling while one of Asher’s hands comes to my nipple, gently pulling and rolling it between his fingers while his other hand moves down to my clit.
Ash rubs tight, quick circles that have me shaking as Liam’s tongue trails over me, circling around his fingers.
They really are the best team in every way.
Liam slips a finger inside me before adding another, and I whimper as I squeeze around him. Asher chuckles into my ear, continuing to rub my clit as Liam feasts on me.
“Shh, just like that, princess. You’re being so good for us.”
I moan, resting my head against his shoulder as they continue to turn me into a wanting, pliable mess.
“Good boy—eat our wife’s cunt,” Asher praises.
Liam looks at him with an adoring smile, winking before nipping at my clit.
I gasp at the feeling as he quickly licks and sucks the pain away.
God, it’s so good. Too good. I’ll never get over having the amount of attention and pleasure my husbands provide me on a daily basis.
I swear to God one day I’m going to die from it.
Death by orgasm. There are worse things, I suppose.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan through clenched teeth as I weave my fingers through Liam’s golden hair, grinding my pussy against his face as Asher turns my head to face him.
“Come for us, princess. Cover his face with your cum.”
My mouth drops open, and a moan escapes for half a second before Asher swallows it down, smashing his lips to mine as I ride wave after wave of my orgasm.
It’s so good, like a high I never want to come down from.
Liam continues eating me until it’s practically painful before I move away, letting out a shaky sigh.
Liam pulls away from me with a wet pop as he rises to his feet.
“Come taste our girl, Ash,” he says before dragging Asher’s mouth to his. I look up, smashed between them as their tongues tangle for dominance, both letting out soft moans of pleasure. Hands are everywhere, all three of us intertwined in an embrace of love and carnal need.
Asher bites down on Liam’s lip so hard, it makes him grunt before pulling away.
“Bend over right fucking now,” Asher commands, Liam being oh so willing.
Liam grabs the handles that Wes installed in the shower. Yes, I’m a woman with five husbands, four of whom occasionally fuck each other—my shower has specifically made sex handles.
Asher spreads Liam’s ass, running his tongue through him before pushing himself inside. Liam tenses at first before a pleasured moan escapes him. Asher slowly pulls out before pushing in again, working his cock deeper and deeper into Liam’s ass.
“Goddamn, waking up with you two is the best way to start any day,” Asher grits through his teeth.
“Agreed,” Liam moans. “Get over here, babygirl. Come suck on me.”
I take a seat on what Liam likes to call the cock sucker, which is basically a shower chair at the perfect height to suck dick—again, don’t judge—before I reach out and slowly stroke him. Each of his piercings glint in the water, and Liam releases a shaky breath as I wrap my mouth around his head.
“Fuckkkk,” he groans.
“There you go, princess. Just like that. Turn our boy into a mess.”
I smile around Liam’s cock, loving Ash’s words as I push him deeper and deeper into my throat. We work together so effortlessly. So easily.
I feel Liam about to lose it, and Asher’s jerky thrusts tells me he’s close too. Reaching up, I begin massaging Liam’s balls, practically pulling the cum out of them, and that’s all it takes for him.
“Sky! Ash! Fuck!” he groans as his hips thrust towards me, shoving his cock deeper as the warm taste of his cum splashes against my tongue and down my throat.
Asher groans as he lets out his release a moment later, pushing himself as deep as he can into Liam.
When they’re both finished, they let out slow breaths before we all pull apart. Both of them reach down, giving me a hand to help me stand, and I smile at them with appreciation. Our arms intertwine all of us as we stand in the warm water, soaking up this moment together.
Once we’re finished actually getting clean, Asher and Liam both help me get dressed before doing the same.
I’m not pregnant enough that I struggle with day-to-day tasks like putting shoes on or shaving my legs, but from the instant that test is positive, the guys won’t let me lift a finger.
I’d love to say it’s too much and I wish they’d let me help, but I’m not a liar.
It’s the least they can do after I push out their huge babies through my vagina.
Seraphina was 7lbs 9oz, Jackson was 8lbs 5oz and Brooks was 9 motherfucking pounds and 6oz. I swear to God if this baby follows the trend of their brothers and sister, I’m getting a new vagina.
As we emerge ready for… God, I don’t really know what kind of day we’re going to have.
Vincent seems nervous, which is concerning.
He’s never worried about anything. I don’t know much about Zayden Graves.
Only that he almost killed Vincent under Christopher’s orders, only to turn around and save him.
Other than that… he’s a mercenary that Vincent and his parents knew, one with a terrible reputation.
I was trying to be supportive before when I insisted on being there when he arrives with whoever he’s bringing, but honestly, I’m more than fine to make sure my kids and I are safe.
When I walk down the cabin stairs, I find Jackson playing with his toy cars, Brooks watching some cartoon while sitting in Ronan’s lap and Seraphina sitting on Vincent’s hip as he rifles through the fridge.
Two heads of midnight-black hair and silver eyes look to me as I enter the kitchen.
A smile crosses Seraphina’s face, and a smirk appears on Vincent’s, which is basically a grin for him.
Okay, I know that I don’t want to know who fathered which baby, but I have two eyes, and we all know the truth: Seraphina is definitely Vincent’s.
The first girl born to an Elder family in over three hundred years. She’s like a miracle, a sign that the curse has been broken, that the evil has been banished and the debt repaid. At least that’s what my mother says it means.
When I told her and my father that we were having a girl, they both wept—they knew it meant so much more than just having a baby. They knew it meant that nothing would ever be as it was, in the best possible way.
Liam drops to the ground, grabs a few cars and begins playing with Jackson, making his drift around and of course adding all the appropriate sound effects to go along with it. Jackson laughs, lighting up when he sees Liam.
“You’re a silly daddy,” he says, smiling. Two big dimples pop through his chubby cheeks.
My heart turns to goo as I look at my family. It’s big and loud and messy and so perfect.
I’m resting my hands on my belly when another pair come from behind me.
“Good morning, little one, and good morning to you, our littlest one,” Wes says as he gets down onto his knees to talk to the baby.
I let out a laugh as I cup the back of his head and smile. Every baby has been “the littlest one” to Wesley, then when we get pregnant with another, they get promoted and given their own nickname.
“So what did you find? Is the place bugged?” Asher asks, catching Seraphina’s and Jackson’s attention.
I cut Asher a look as Seraphina turns her head.
“We have bugs?”
“No, baby,” I say with a shake of my head. “Daddy’s just being goofy.” I smile before facing Asher and mouthing, “Not here.”
Asher nods, running a hand through his hair as he and Wesley move down the hallway.
“What do you want for breakfast, siren?” Vincent asks.
“I want chocolate-chip pancakes!” Seraphina exclaims.
He lifts an eyebrow to her. “Does it look like I’m talking to you, little lady?” he asks before he starts tickling her. Infectious laughter fills the house as she squeals and giggles.
I laugh and nod. “Pancakes sound delicious. I’ll help,” I say as I move to grab the pancake mix.
“Absolutely not. Walcott, get up here and help!”
“Uh-oh, Daddy used the last name. I’m in trouble,” Liam says with an exaggerated expression to Jackson, who giggles like it’s the funniest thing.
“Go sit; we’ve got this,” Liam says as he smacks my ass and presses a kiss to my cheek.
I smile and move over to the couch where Brooks is lying flat against Ronan’s chest. That is until he sees me. He scrambles over to me, perching himself on my lap before readjusting himself to see the TV.
“Easy on the baby, Brooks,” Ronan says gently.
The two-year-old isn’t too happy about not being the littlest anymore, and his back pushing into me is proof of that.
I shake my head and smile at Ronan. “He’s okay.”
Ronan nods as he closes the distance between us, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “And how is Mommy doing this morning?”
I look up at him and smile. “Good. How is Daddy?”
He flashes me a look that promises nothing but the naughtiest things as he moves his mouth to my ear. “Daddy would be better if Mommy was sitting on his face.”
My cheeks heat up as I look to make sure Brooks can’t hear us. When I see he’s completely zoned out, I move my mouth to Ronan’s ear.
“Maybe we can sneak away after breakfast and see about that.”
Ronan shoots me a wink, pulling me closer into him as Asher and Wes reappear. I hear soft whispers coming from the kitchen before Seraphina and Jackson join me on the couch. Ronan then stands and joins Asher and Wes, who exchange hushed conversation and worried glances.
A nervousness hangs in the air, and it feels justified. None of us know what to expect. All we can do is… hope, I guess.