Chapter 39 #2
“You’re going to be such a good mother,” he murmurs.
“Our daughter is going to grow up safe because her mother was strong enough to choose the monsters who protected her.” He kisses lower, right above my pussy, then moves back up to latch onto my other breast. He sucks with emotional hunger, moaning every time more milk touches his tongue.
Reeve positions himself between my spread thighs.
He kisses the sensitive skin of my inner thighs first, then the underside of my belly, before he finally lowers his mouth to my pussy.
His tongue is precise and relentless. He licks me slowly at first, tasting how wet I already am, then focuses on my clit with perfect pressure while two fingers slide inside me.
I’m lost in sensation.
Cade keeps sucking my left breast with deep, rhythmic pulls.
Jax is almost desperate on my right, sucking hard while his hand strokes my belly.
Reeve eats me like he’s been waiting months to do this without the shadow of Viktor hanging over us.
His fingers curl against that perfect spot inside me while his tongue works my clit in steady circles.
The pleasure builds fast and overwhelming. Three mouths. Six hands. All of them focused entirely on me.
I come hard, crying out as my body shakes between them. My belly tightens and the baby shifts, but they never stop touching me. Cade and Jax keep sucking my breasts through the orgasm. Reeve gentles his tongue but keeps his fingers moving, drawing it out until I’m panting and trembling.
They don’t pull away.
Cade switches breasts and sucks even harder, like he wants every drop. Jax kisses my belly again and again, whispering promises to our daughter. Reeve adds a third finger and builds me right back up, slow and devastating.
I feel powerful. I feel claimed. I feel completely, perfectly theirs.
And for the first time, that feeling brings nothing but deep, warm satisfaction.
My body is still trembling from the second orgasm when they shift me carefully onto my left side. They stack pillows behind my back and under my belly until I’m perfectly supported, my huge, round stomach cradled safely, the weight distributed so I feel held rather than vulnerable.
Cade moves behind me, his big, warm body curving around mine like a wall. Jax settles in front of me. Reeve stays close on my right side, his hand never leaving my skin.
Cade’s cock is thick and hard against my ass.
He lifts my top thigh slightly, opens me, and presses the head of his cock against my soaked pussy.
He pushes in slowly, stretching me open inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt.
I moan long and low at the fullness. He feels even bigger in this position, pressing against every sensitive spot inside me while his chest presses against my back.
“Fuck, Mira,” Cade growls against my neck, voice rough with satisfaction. “This pussy is so wet for us. Still greedy even this pregnant.”
He starts to move—deep, powerful, rolling thrusts that rock my entire body. His hand splays wide over the top of my belly, holding our daughter protectively while he fucks me.
Jax leans in and kisses me deeply, tongue sliding against mine as he cups one of my leaking breasts and squeezes. Milk beads at my nipple, and he lowers his head, sucking hard. The pull sends sharp sparks of pleasure straight to my clit.
Reeve’s fingers find that swollen bundle of nerves and start circling with perfect, unrelenting precision. He watches my face the entire time, reading every flicker of pleasure, adjusting instantly when my breath catches.
I’m completely surrounded.
Cade fucks me with steady dominance, his hips snapping harder but always careful of my belly. Every deep thrust pushes me forward into Jax’s mouth. Reeve’s fingers work my clit faster, slick sounds filling the room as he occasionally dips down to taste where Cade is stretching me.
“You chose this,” Cade growls into my ear, voice dark and possessive. “You saw us kill for you, and you still spread your legs and chose us. Say it.”
“I chose you,” I moan, voice breaking. “I chose all of you.”
“Good girl,” Jax praises against my breast before sucking harder. “Our perfect woman. Carrying our baby and still taking three cocks like you were made for it.”
Reeve leans closer, his breath hot against my neck. “The threat is gone. No more running. No more fear. This pussy is ours to fill whenever we want now.”
The pleasure builds impossibly high. Cade’s thick cock dragging against my walls, Jax sucking greedily at my breasts, Reeve’s skilled fingers on my clit—it’s too much.
I come hard, crying out as my pussy clenches rhythmically around Cade.
My belly tightens and the baby shifts, but the men hold me through it, murmuring praise and filthy promises.
They don’t stop.
Cade keeps thrusting through my orgasm, growling low.
Then they shift. Cade stays buried inside me, but slows while Jax moves up.
I take Jax’s cock into my mouth eagerly, tasting myself on him as he slides between my lips.
Reeve takes Cade’s place between my thighs for a moment, sliding into me with smooth, measured strokes while his thumb keeps working my clit.
They rotate like this—trading positions smoothly, never leaving me empty for long. Cade fucks me deep and hard again. Then Reeve. Then Jax takes a turn, his thrusts more emotional, eyes locked on mine as he drives into me.
All three of them talk the entire time.
Cade: “This cunt is going to take every drop we give it tonight.”
Jax: “We’re going to fill you until you’re dripping with us. Until there’s no doubt who you belong to.”
Reeve: “You’re safe now. Our baby is safe. And we’re going to breed this perfect pregnant pussy again and again because you’re ours.”
I lose count of how many times I come. The orgasms roll through me, one blending into the next. My breasts leak steadily as they suck and squeeze them. My belly is constantly touched and worshiped by at least one of their hands. I feel owned. Cherished. Thoroughly used in the most delicious way.
Finally, Cade grips my hip and thrusts deep one last time.
He comes with a guttural groan, flooding me with hot, thick pulses.
Jax follows right after, pulling out of my mouth at the last second and painting my swollen breasts and belly with his release.
Reeve slides back inside me and fucks me through the mess Cade left, then buries himself deep and fills me with long, steady spurts.
I’m dripping with them. Marked. Claimed.
Their hands stay on my belly as we all catch our breath. Three bodies press close around me, protecting what’s theirs. I feel claimed in the most primal way possible. Thoroughly used. Thoroughly filled. Thoroughly theirs.
The three of them move around me with careful, protective hands. They ease me onto my back, propped up with pillows so my massive belly rests comfortably.
Then they surround me completely. Cade lies on my left, his big body pressed against mine, one heavy arm draped over my side so his hand can rest possessively on top of my belly.
Jax curls in on my right, his face nuzzled against the side of my breast, his lips brushing my skin.
Reeve settles lower, his cheek resting gently against the underside of my belly, one arm wrapped around my thigh like he’s anchoring all of us.
For a long moment, there’s only breathing and the feeling of three warm, strong bodies wrapped around our daughter and me.
My breasts are still leaking slowly. Jax lazily licks at one nipple, catching the droplets with soft, contented sounds. Cade’s thumb strokes slow circles over the tight skin of my belly. Reeve presses a kiss right where the baby is most active, then rests his forehead there like he’s listening.
I feel heavy. Satisfied. Safe in a way I’ve never felt before in my life.
Cade’s voice rumbles against my shoulder, low and certain. “Forever now,” he says. “No more threats. No more war. Just us.”
I close my eyes for a second and let the words settle deep in my chest. The relief is bone-deep.
Viktor is gone. The man who planned to erase me is nothing but a memory now, and these three men made sure of it.
They did the ugly, necessary thing so our daughter wouldn’t have to grow up under that shadow.
I run my fingers through Jax’s hair, then reach down to touch Reeve’s shoulder before I answer. “Just us,” I whisper. “Our baby. Our family. That’s enough. That’s everything.”
And I mean it.
I chose this life with my eyes wide open. I stood in this compound knowing exactly what kind of men they were—what they were willing to do, what they were capable of—and I still said yes. I chose the violence. I chose the possession. I chose the Ruthless brand they put on our daughter and me.
My hand joins Cade’s on my belly. Elena Grace Mercer shifts slowly under our palms, strong and safe.
I’m not naive. I know this world will never be soft. I know there will be more hard days, more blood, more difficult choices. But I also know these three men will stand between our family and anything that tries to touch it.
I chose the monsters.
And the monsters chose me back.
I feel their cum still leaking out of me, their marks drying on my skin, their hands warm and heavy on my body. My breasts ache in the best way. My belly feels full and protected. My heart feels… settled.
This is my life now.
This is my family.
And I want every single filthy, possessive, beautiful piece of it.