Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER
NOLA
Whispers fill the space around us as the bite of the cool night air makes me shiver.
I ignore everyone around me, my focus on the three men walking towards me.
They’re just as regal and deadly as the first time I saw them like this, exactly a year ago today.
Dressed in all black with their plague doctor masks in place, they stop in front of me. And even though I can’t see their eyes, I feel their stares on my half-naked body.
People aren’t whispering with excitement. They are whispering because they’re confused as to why there’s a six-month pregnant girl wearing a teal bunny mask standing alongside them.
We didn’t need to do this, it’s more for show than anything. I want everyone to know that these are my men. That they picked me before, and they will pick me for the rest of their lives.
I feel sexy, desired, and aroused knowing what's about to happen.
They’re going to bring me down into the catacombs, lay me on that same stone altar, and fuck me in front of all of the Brotherhood.
They’re going to show these men who I belong to, who owns me. That no one will ever be able to lay a hand on me. I’m untouchable.
After the night of Roscoe's arrest, I went home with a few new scars on my body and three overly protective men.
It got so much worse when they found out I was pregnant. Sylas was overjoyed, Wesley was shocked but happy, and Jasper?
He fainted. He will deny it until he dies, but he totally fell backwards on the couch and passed out. But he will tell you he tripped.
I’ll let him believe what he wants.
Once everything sank in, they were excited.
I can’t wait to see them be the amazing fathers I know they will be. For Wesley and Sylas to show our daughter what a real father is, and for her to help heal that part of them that never got to experience it.
My mom and dad were overjoyed. I’ve never seen my father cry before, but he bawled like a baby. It was so cute.
They already have a whole nursery set up at their place for when they demand their grandparent time. Not that I’d protest, I’ll need any free time I can get because you can’t exactly do the kind of extracurricular activities the guys and I like to do with a baby in the house.
I think that will be the biggest challenge, not being able to fuck whenever and wherever we want. Our lives will now revolve around a tiny little human.
A few days after I told the guys I was pregnant, they demanded I move in with them. I didn’t object. I spent more time there than at home anyway.
Skittles took some time to get used to his new surroundings. Dad said he was coming by their house a lot, sitting in my old bedroom window waiting for me.
But once he realized where his new home is, he comes and goes freely.
The guys love him. A little too much if you ask me. He now knows way too many inappropriate words thanks to them.
Never thought I’d have my pet bird come tell me that my boyfriend was looking for me so he could fuck me raw.
So weird to hear that come out of my sweet baby's mouth.
The sad thing is, Callie is moving out. She’s getting her own apartment closer to the university.
I was looking forward to living with my bestie, but I understand her need for space.
She said that if she had to hear us fucking one more time, she was going to hang herself. I can’t blame her, I wouldn’t want to hear my siblings fucking, if I had any. I guess it would be the same thing as hearing your parents, right?
And I’d rather drink bleach, thanks.
Anyways, a lot has changed in the past six months.
Five of the oldest members passed away. How? You don’t need to know.
But that opened up a lot more opportunities for inner member growth. There was a lot of pushback from the other remaining members, so in order to avoid a war within their own faction, Jasper compromised.
They didn’t like the idea of the guys no longer being a part of the rituals. So they offered to keep doing them, but I’d be the only person they chose.
They argued that in a way, I was still pure, as they were the only three people I’ve ever been with.
It took a lot of bullshiting, but Jasper was able to get them to see it his way, and they agreed.
That's why I’m here now, my three dark shadows standing before me.
Jasper steps forward, holding out his hand for me.
With a soft smile, I take it, placing my hand in his.
The three of them lead me up the tiny hill toward the mausoleum at the top.
“It’s like deja vu.” Sylas chuckles once we’re far enough away from the other women.
I feel him step up to my back, his face near mine.
“But this time we know who's under this mask. Who we’re going to lay out on that altar and fucking feast on like three feral wolves. We’re going to mark you, Lola Girl. Show all those men who you belong to.”
I moan, leaning back into his arms. He wraps his arms around me, his hands resting on my belly.
“I fucking love you,” he growls.
“I love you, too,” I whisper.
They lead me into the mausoleum, closing the door behind me. Jasper steps in front of me, lifting his mask off so that he can grab the back of my head and gives me a punishing kiss that has my toes curling as well as my head spinning.
My nipples press against my nightgown, my thighs growing slick.
“You’re so fucking turned on, aren’t you, Little Rabbit?” Wesley chuckles, his fingers sliding between my messy folds. “So fucking wet.”
“Please,” I whimper. I’m so turned on right now, I think I might cry if someone doesn’t fuck me.
“Soon, Lotus Flower,” Jasper murmurs against my lips. He sucks the lower one into his mouth and bites down hard, making me gasp.
Putting his mask into place, Jasper takes my hand and helps me down the steps that lead into the tunnels.
We take it slow, not wanting to risk tripping. It’s dark down here, that is, until Wesley lights a torch.
Once we get to the bottom of the stairs, the chill settles in, making me shiver.
When we get into the main room, all of the Brotherhood members are standing off to the side in a circle, waiting.
We’re the first sacrifice of the night, and as soon as this is over, the guys are going to take me home, and we’ll pick up where we left off.
Right now, we have to do things by the book.
“Strip.” Jasper’s voice echoes throughout the room, sounding just as commanding as it did last time. “Bear your body to the gods and the Brotherhood. Show us how pure you are.” He repeats the same words as before.
With the confidence I didn't have before, I slide the straps of my nightgown over my shoulders. My eyes do not waver from their masked faces as I lower my arms, letting the fabric fall to the ground.
The three of them take another step back, as if they need more room to drink in my body. This time, they don’t hold back their growls of hunger and desire.
I shiver at the sound, my nipples pebbling tightly.
There’s no urge to wrap my arms around myself, to shield my naked body from the men around us. They don’t matter, only the three men in front of me do.
My men.
Okay, so I’m not overly thrilled that Callie is about to watch her brother fuck me within an inch of my life, but she wanted this, to be a part of the Brotherhood. She should have thought about that before she found her way into the new set of recruits.
But that's a story for another time.
I stand there, waiting for my next command, my body theirs to do with as they please. They own me. I give myself over to them willingly, every single time.
“Lay down on the altar, little lamb,” Jasper instructs. “Present yourself to the gods. Let them see what we have brought them.”
I do as I’m told, but it takes a little longer than last time.
Hello, heavily pregnant woman here.
I feel hands slide under my armpits. Tilting my head back, I see Wesley. I bite my lip, letting him help me lie backward.
The stone is cold against my skin as I lie down on my back, my hair flowing around my head.
My hands lay at my side as I wait, my heart hammering in my chest.
Last time I was here, I was nervous for what was to come, but excited to finally have my men in the way I craved. But at the time, they didn’t know it was me they were claiming.
Now they do.
The three of them surround me, looming over me like the powerful beings they are. My eyes bounce between the three of them, arousal filling me as the guys start removing their belts. This time, I watch, loving every second as they strip, just for me.
“You will not fight,” Jasper states. “You will not ask questions. You have offered your body to the gods, and to resist is a form of disrespect. Do not anger the gods, or you will not pay with just your blood, but your life. Do you understand me?”
I nod my head, but it’s for show. Because there's no way I’d fight them on this. I want this, I want everything they are willing to give me.
“Let the ritual begin,” a man from behind the guys announces.
The men begin to chant the same language that I still don’t understand, creating a deep, synchronized rhythmic pulse throughout the room.
I don’t close my eyes, not this time. I don’t want to miss a single moment of what is about to happen to me.
The three of us have had group sex since I’ve gotten pregnant, it’s just not as rough as they normally like it.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s still as fucked up and dirty as usual. All the degradation and bukkake a girl could dream of.
“We’re going to do something a little different,” Jasper says.
My brows pull together, not sure what he’s talking about. Then he’s helping me sit up. I’m about to ask what's going on, but then Jasper is sitting behind me.
Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me backward as he starts to lie down.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, panicking that I’m going to crush him. “I’m too big for us to be in this position.”
“Hush,” he growls into my ear. “You are growing our daughter, you look like a fucking queen. Lotus Flower, I bench press twice your weight, don’t insult me.”
Taking a deep breath, I let him lie back, taking me with him. Sylas and Wesley help adjust me until I’m fully on top of him, my back to his front.