Epilogue #3
The friction must drive them wild because Roman's grip on my hips turns bruising. My breasts bounce with each thrust, milk spraying freely now, coating Reed's chest and abs in pearly white droplets.
"Look at that." Reed's gaze drops to watch my breasts leak. "Making such a mess for us. Body knows exactly what it's doing—feeding us while we breed you."
"Already bred." Roman's hand slides around to splay over my belly. "Already carrying our baby and still so desperate for more."
The pressure builds impossibly fast. Every thrust rubs them both against that spot deep inside that makes stars explode behind my eyes. My walls clench around them, trying to pull them deeper even though there's nowhere left to go.
"Gonna fill this pregnant pussy." Reed's voice drops to pure gravel. "Pump you so full you'll be dripping for days."
"Please—" I'm begging now, desperate for release. "Please, I need?—"
"We know." Roman's fingers find my clit, circling with just the right pressure. "Come for us, Rue. Come all over both our cocks."
The climax hits like lightning. My whole body seizes as pleasure crashes through me in waves so intense I can't breathe.
I'm dimly aware of screaming, of milk gushing from my breasts, of both men groaning as my walls clamp down on them.
They thrust harder, faster, chasing their own release as I shatter between them.
Reed comes first with a roar, his cock pulsing deep inside. The sensation triggers Roman's climax, and then I'm being flooded, so much heat pumping into me that it feels endless.
We collapse together in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and heaving chests, their cocks still buried deep inside me. The weight of them both—Reed beneath me, Roman pressed against my back—should feel crushing, but instead it feels safe. Protected. Home.
Reed's palm cups my cheek, his thumb brushing away tears I didn't realize were falling. "Love you, little girl. More than anything in this world."
"Love you too." Roman's lips press against my shoulder, tender after the brutal claiming. "You and this baby. Everything."
My throat tightens with emotion so overwhelming I can barely breathe. "I love you both. So much it scares me sometimes."
"Don't be scared." Reed's steel-gray eyes hold mine with absolute certainty. "We've got you. Always."
Roman shifts behind me, pulling out carefully. I whimper at the loss, already feeling their release start to leak out. But then his fingers are there, thick and insistent, pushing everything back inside with deliberate pressure.
"Every drop stays where it belongs." His voice is rough with satisfaction as he works his cum deeper. "Right where we put it."
He reaches over me toward the nightstand, yanking open the first drawer. His hand disappears inside, and I hear him feeling around for something. There's a quiet click—a hidden compartment opening—before he pulls out a small velvet box.
My heart stutters.
Roman hands the box to Reed, and both men guide me to sit up between them.
The movement makes more of their release threaten to escape, but Reed is already there, his large hand cupping between my legs.
His fingers scoop their combined cum back inside me, pushing deep until he's satisfied nothing is wasted.
"There." His voice drops to that possessive rumble that makes my toes curl. "All sealed up nice and tight."
Reed opens the box.
Three diamonds catch the light—emerald cut stones set in a delicate platinum band. The center stone is slightly larger, flanked by two perfect matches on either side.
"Three stones." Reed's thumb strokes the ring. "For the three of us. Our union."
"Marry us." Roman's hand covers mine where it rests on my thigh. "Be our wife. Officially. In every way that matters."
"We know it's unconventional." Reed's steel-gray eyes search mine. "Only one of us can sign the papers, but that doesn't change what this is. What we are."
"A family." Roman's fingers thread through mine. "The three of us and our baby. However many more come after."
My vision blurs with fresh tears. "You really want?—"
"Everything." Reed cups my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Want you wearing our ring. Want everyone to know you're ours. Want to spend every day for the rest of our lives taking care of you and our children."
"Want to wake up next to you every morning." Roman's lips brush my temple. "Fall asleep with you between us every night. Build a life together that's bigger than anything we imagined before you walked through that door."
The tears spill over, tracking down my cheeks. "Yes."
Reed's whole body goes still. "Yes?"
"Yes." I'm nodding now, smiling through the tears. "Yes, I'll marry you. Both of you."
Roman lets out a whoop of pure joy while Reed captures my mouth in a kiss so tender it makes my chest ache. When he finally pulls back, he slides the ring onto my finger with reverent care. The fit is perfect—like it was made for me. Like this was always meant to be.
"Ours." Reed presses his forehead to mine. "Finally ours."
"Forever." Roman's arms wrap around us both from behind, completing the circle. "Our wife. Our family."