Page 30 of Bears Not Included

I’m now Livia Kate Ursid, and I’m married to Deacon Walsh Ursid, Callen Andrews Ursid, and Mason Blackstone Ursid.

The only question running through my head is: why? Why are they doing this? I feel as if I’m a rag doll in a maze, where I’m being pulled apart to go in different directions.

“I didn’t sign that. It’s not my signature. It’s fake. It means nothing because I did not sign that. You’re mistaking me for someone else. Please, just believe me. I have no idea what’s happening right now.”

“Let’s simplify it for you then,” Deacon says, and I know already from his tone that his words are going to be final. “You’re now married to us. You’re the Ursid bride. It’s final and uncontestable. Accept it.”

“I’m so confused. Why? Why are you doing this? I just don’t understand any of it.” Bewilderment blazes through me like a speeding bullet, puncturing everything inside me that makes sense and leaving me nothing but completely perplexed.

“When you trespassed on our property, you invited us into your life,” Callen says as his gaze envelops me. I’m still handcuffed and huddled up against the headboard, but my skin burns wherever he looks.

“When you trespassed on our property, you became ours.” Mason drags his thumb across his lip, and I’m reminded of him tasting the milk that still leaks from my aching, full breasts.

“Just like in the fairytale, but twisted,” Deacon adds darkly.

“She filled my bowl with the sweet milk from her beautiful tits,” Mason says.

“She left her sweet pussy juices on my favorite chair, scenting the wood forever now,” Callen says.

“She sleeps in my bed, and now she’ll take my cock into her sweet body until she bleeds, and she’ll be an Ursid bride until her last breath.” Deacon reaches out and grips my ankle before he yanks me onto my back on the bed.

Before I can try to scramble away, he pins me down, towering over me, taking my breath, and making me drown in his dark gaze. His eyelashes are so long that I’m captivated by their silky thickness. But then he forces his thigh between mine and enflames my skin as he nestles into me.

His gaze glides over my wet breasts. I can't believe how I’m withstanding their incredible fullness and not screaming and begging for relief. Any kind of relief. Maybe it’s the thought of never being the same again that surpasses the tormenting discomfort in my body.

His cologne infuses my cells and makes my breath stagger. I can’t stop my gaze from running over the hard beauty of his face. Dear god.

“Did he touch you?” Deacon wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes. My nipples throb so hard, I’m almost at the point of begging them to help me find some sort of release.

“What?” I ask confused, out of my depth, and panicked. He’s going to cut off my blood supply.

“Yenin. Did he touch you?” Deacon’s hand slides down the length of my body, over my hip, and I’m acutely aware of every bit of his touch that makes my skin smolder under the callousness of his palm and the dip of his fingertips into my flesh.

He reaches between my thighs, and I struggle to close my legs, embarrassed that he’ll find me wet and hating myself just a little more for having no control over my body.

“Did he fucking touch you anywhere on your body?” He growls before his finger slides between my folds and dips into my wetness. My head lifts off the bed, and a deep, unrecognizable sound escapes my lips.

No one has seen me naked to start off with, and no one has ever touched me either. The contact sears through the layers of my cells, and time stands still. I am only aware of one thing. Deacon’s touch on my pussy, that now feels wetter than ever.

I forget to breathe as his thumb rotates over my slippery clit, opening a flood of sensations that are both wondrous and wrong for me. I shouldn’t let him touch me, and as a weak attempt, I bring out my right hand against his chest, but that contact just reiterates everything else happening inside me while my left hand is still restrained to the bed with the set of handcuffs.

“Answer the question, Livia,” Deacon demands, squeezing my throat, which in turn only makes my pussy pulse more against his finger.

I search my brain for what he asked me. Kirill Yenin…

I managed to completely block from my mind everything about Kirill Yenin the instant my father told me I had to marry him. I have no idea whether he’s old or young, or what he looks like. Whether he’s kind or cruel, because what would it matter anyway? I still had to marry him no matter what if I wanted to please my father, even just a little. And I had to save our house. It was my mom’s house and she loved it dearly.

“No, I don’t even know what he—”

I don’t get to finish my sentence before Deacon deserts me. He lowers himself until he is between my legs, his face in line with my pussy. I’m paralyzed with embarrassment that he can not only see my pussy but he can smell me too.

My world starts to spin, and chaos reigns as Deacon opens his mouth on me, capturing my clit between his lips and pulling before he flicks his tongue at my virgin slippery bud and then slides the tip of his tongue between my folds.

I’m thrown out of my reality when Callen and Mason slip in beside me and take one of my breasts in their hands and my nipples in their mouth.

I gush with milk the instant they start to pull on me, and a full-body quiver grips every part of me as they continue to empty my breasts.

Wild, dark, and obscene need replace the relief they give me as they pull my nipples to the roofs of their mouths and suck. I feel wetness dripping from my pussy and fall onto Deacon’s tongue before he ravishes me all over again.

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