Chapter Twenty-Five #3
Their mastery over her was the most crushing, excruciating, and exquisite torture she’d ever known.
“Please,” she begged, voice cracking with desperation. “Please, Sir. I need to come. I can’t—I can’t hold it—”
“Not yet,” Beck growled, jaw clenched as sweat dripped from his brow. “Show me how badly you want to come all over my cock. Beg me, little girl.”
Seth’s fingers never stopped their ruthless circles on her clit, dragging her closer and closer to the edge Beck wouldn’t let her fall over.
“Please, Beck! Sir. Please!” The words tumbled out in a panicked rush as sensations climbed, blood pooled, her heart roared. Orgasm went from desirable to inevitable. “I’m trying…to. Hold back…but— Oh, god. I-I…can’t stop—it. P-please…”
Her whole body was trembling, her muscles quivering and quaking as she tried to stave off her release. But the orgasm was bearing down on her, demanding and undeniable, as her keening cries filled the room.
Lights flashed behind her eyes, but she kept her stare on Beck, her expression vowing that she was his.
He plowed into her, breaths sawing, headboard banging against the wall as he yelled, “Come, little girl. Come all over my cock!”
His demand filled her head, spread to her heart.
And on command, she shattered, screaming as the orgasm detonated through her—violent, devastating, all-consuming.
Her body convulsed, back arching off the bed, inner walls clamping down on Beck’s driving cock as her pulsing contractions seemed to go on forever.
Hips jerking, Beck cried out as his own release tore through him and he flooded her with everything he had.
“Take it,” he choked out. “Every fucking drop.”
He ground deep, his cock twitching and pulsing as he finished emptying himself against her unprotected womb.
Seth’s fingers gentled on her clit, now lightly circling her sensitive nub, easing her through the aftershocks.
As she slowly floated back down to earth, Heavenly lay boneless, sated and gasping. Beck stared down at her, his eyes soft now, filled with satisfaction. With awe. With love.
“Jesus, little girl. What the hell did you just do to me?” he whispered, brushing sweat-dampened hair from her face before gliding a tender kiss across her lips.
A tear slid down her temple as she cupped his cheek. “I hope I gave you what you needed.”
“God, did you ever.” His voice cracked as he buried his face against her neck.
They laid together for several silent minutes before Beck carefully eased from her pussy and collapsed beside her, pulling her to his chest. Their hearts hammered in sync as their breathing slowly leveled out.
Heavenly could practically feel the peace flowing through his veins. Her heart swelled with a satisfaction she’d never experienced.
She’d done it. She’d restored what these past few days had stolen from Beck. She’d given him back the dominance he needed to feel whole again.
But as Seth’s gentle hand stroked her hair, as she felt his quietly loud presence crowding beside her, Heavenly blinked up at him.
She wasn’t done with her men yet. Seth needed her, and she needed to feel him as deep as possible.
“Do you want me to start a shower for you two?” Seth rose from the bed and reached for his pants.
“Not yet.” She planted a kiss on Beck’s cheek before whispering in his ear, “I need to connect with Seth, too. Bring him back to us.”
Beck darted a glance at Seth. Surely he saw how tightly strung Seth was?
“Do it,” Beck murmured for her ears only.
With a lingering smile, she scrambled off the bed, pussy throbbing and thighs slick with Beck’s come, and sank to her knees. “Sir?”
Seth froze, a confused furrow forming between his brows. “What are you—”
“You hurt, too. I saw and felt it at the house.”
His face slightly crumpled but he slammed a mask of control in place so fast it made her chest ache.
“No. I won’t let you hide your feelings from me…from us. Not anymore.”
“Angel—”
“I see you, Seth. I see your pain. I didn’t understand before, and I’ll forever hate that I gave you an ultimatum. I know now the emotional price you’ve paid. It was undeniable when we walked through that house on Thursday.”
“Heavenly…” He tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “Angel, you don’t have to—”
“I need to. And I think you need me. Please.” She gripped his thighs, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles.
“I understand now how scared you’ve been to start another family.
Beck does, too. And now we get why. But you’re not alone this time.
We’ll make sure you never are again. When bad memories resurface and try to drag you under, lean on us.
We’ll carry you. You don’t need to be afraid anymore.
We’re right here beside you. We always will be. ”
Something fierce and desperate flashed across his face. His hands trembled as they cupped her cheeks, tilting her face up to his. “Angel… I wish it was that simple. What you’re asking is…”
“Incredibly difficult. And terrifying, I know. I do.” Heavenly tightened her grip on him and willed him to understand. “I’m asking you to choose us. To choose love and family and future. If we’re blessed with a baby, all three of us will love and protect him or her forever.”
Seth stared at her, jaw clenched, his shaking fingers wiped away tears she hadn’t realized were falling. He swallowed as if he was struggling to put the barrage of his emotions into words.
“Please…” she sobbed. “Our family won’t be complete without you.”
“She’s right,” Beck whispered.
“Please believe in us, in our future,” she begged as she rose slowly to her feet, kissing her way up his body. “Please try.”
Seth froze. His nostrils flared. His breaths turned rough.
And his control suddenly snapped.
He pulled her against his body and crushed his mouth over hers in a ruthless kiss that tasted of desperation, hope, and a need so potent it nearly drowned her.
His lips claimed her. His tongue swept deep, devouring her as if she were his last meal as he hauled her against his rigid cock with a groan.
Yes. God, yes.
Suddenly, he tore his lips from hers, then scowled Beck’s way. “I was giving this month to you.”
“I know, and I appreciate it. But the three of us, this future we’re creating…it’s more important than whatever you think you need to atone for.”
“Seth?” Heavenly held her breath. “Please.”
At her soft plea, Seth spun back to her, his eyes blazing with something wild, untamed, and breathtakingly intense.
“On the bed. On your back. I want to see your face while I take you and make you shatter for me.”
Heart soaring and body trembling with relief and renewed arousal, she climbed onto the bed before rolling onto her back. She let her thighs fall open, let him see Beck’s release still coating her folds—glistening and provoking.
“Claim me, Sir,” she begged.
“Breed her,” Beck commanded so softly she wasn’t sure Seth had heard him.
At least not until Seth clenched his jaw and climbed onto the mattress, settling between her thighs. His eyes were locked on her slick pussy. His thick length was still hard, still weeping. For several seconds, he simply knelt, stroked his cock, and stared.
His chest heaved with each ragged breath, and sweat began beading on his brow.
Then he sucked in a shaky breath and aligned his slippery, wide crest to her opening.
But instead of pushing inside, Seth paused. His hand stilled, trembling around his shaft before darting an unreadable glance between her and Beck.
Heavenly held her breath.
Her heart stuttered.
Please don’t pull away. Please.
She felt his fingers slightly tremble as he splayed his hand over her stomach and dragged his gaze to hers. The vulnerability, fear, and hope swirling in his eyes crashed over her in waves, stealing her breath. “Are you sure, angel? Are you absolutely positive?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” She smiled, her voice quivering as she placed her hand over his, still pressed to her womb. “I love you, Seth.”
Without a word, Beck eased onto the bed next to her and placed his hand on top of hers.
Seth swallowed tightly and nodded, then eased his hand from the bottom of the pile.
She and Beck lifted theirs together, both watching Seth intently.
“Fuck…” he groaned, pressing forward with devastating tenderness as he slowly stretched and filled her, inch by careful inch.
Still sore and swollen from Beck’s savage use, Heavenly gasped as she struggled to accept Seth. The burn was gentler this time, but not less intense.
As if aware, Seth continued entering her even slower, keenly watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
Where Beck took, Seth worshipped.
Where Beck commanded, Seth coaxed.
Where Beck ravaged, Seth dismantled…piece by piece.
When he was fully seated inside her, they both exhaled a shaky breath, gazes tangled.
“Fuck, I can feel Beck’s come inside you…marking you, mixing with your slick juices,” Seth murmured gruffly.
“She needs yours, too,” the surgeon whispered, cupping Heavenly’s breasts and thumbing her nipples.
A spark flashed in Seth’s eyes as he began to stroke in and out of her pussy, slowly. Deeply. Heavenly gasped as he filled her, arching beneath him. Each thrust was purposeful, controlled, designed to make her feel every inch of him.
“That’s it,” Beck encouraged. “Make love to her. Show her how precious she is to you. How much you want her. And if you happen to knock her up…”
Heavenly felt Seth’s cock jerk inside her. Felt his grip tighten on her hips.
“I want to,” he choked out. “God help me, I do. My head is a fucking tangle, but I want you pregnant. Want to watch you grow round with our baby. I want our family.”
His desperate declaration echoed through Heavenly’s body. Her heart answered with love while tears of relief and joy filled her eyes.
“Then breed her,” Beck growled to Seth as he filled her again. “Breed her like you mean it.”
A single-minded desire tightened Seth’s face, narrowed his eyes. He stilled.