Page 72 of Sweet Venom

Her muffled moans are a mix of pain and pleasure. I have no doubt she's figured out what's going on, and she's not fighting it. Ellis has refused to propose, and Tate and I don't agree with his views on marriage, yet we both refuse to go over his head and do it ourselves. But we're done fucking around. She's ours, and we're making it so—permanently, forever, in ink.

I don't know how he can keep a steady hand with his cock down her throat, but he's managing until he's not. He's just finished the 'E' when he says, "Fuck, this is forever, and I'm not going to mess it up over a blow job."

He pulls his swollen cock out of her mouth and dismounts the bed, getting to the side to focus on branding her as ours. Vivian's eyes follow him as he does, and she asks, "What are you doing?"

I kick my pants off and get on my haunches between her spread thighs. "Marking you as ours. You don't get to run. There's nowhere you can go that it won't be so."

Before she can respond, I tease her by running the steel balls of my piercing over her bundle of nerves just the way she likes it. She loves the coolness of the barbell against her heated flesh right before I run it over her g-spot deep inside, but that will have to wait. If I shove in, I have no doubt I will come before I'm ready. There's another reason Tate pulled out. We're waiting for one more, and he's not back yet.

Ellis went to the coffee shop across the street to grab Vivian her decaf caramel macchiato she's been craving. We knew he wouldn't go for this plan. It's why we had to strike the second he left, and by the time he gets back, it will be done, and just like a married couple consummates their wedding night with a good fuck, we will be claiming her together as one.

"Ouch," she hisses as Tate starts on the infinity sign that intertwines through our initials.

That's when I say, "Eyes on me," and push my tip into her tight pussy just enough to tease. She gives me her eyes, and I place both my hands on her round belly growing our baby girl, and kiss it. Her hooded eyes soften at the tenderness of the moment. She and Ellis can give us lip service all they want about commitment and the wretched institution of marriage and how it fails to be inclusive of our relationship, but at the end of the day, they are human. There is a level of advanced enlightenment that comes from a vow. Fundamental human core needs are met with a vow of commitment. Security, stability, and belonging are all primal responses to branding her as ours. There will be no question of our devotion.

"Please, Seb. I need more." She bucks her hips, and my dick slips halfway in, and because I'll never refuse her, I push in deep. I want to take her pouty mouth when it opens to say, "Fuck yes," but her belly makes it difficult.

"What the hell is going on?" Ellis asks as he enters the room and finds me balls deep in our girl's pussy as she's tied up, while Sebastian sits butt naked on the side of the bed, tattooing her finger.

"Done," Tatum says right on cue and he goes to untie her arm.

Tate walks around the bed to untie her other arm and says, "Making sure there's no doubt who she fucking belongs to. You wouldn't put a ring on it, so we did."

Ellis storms to the side of the bed, but not before I pull her up into a seated position and have a look for myself. I grab her hand and check out Tate's handy work. Not too fucking bad.

"EST…" Ellis questions as if it's not fucking obvious.

"Yeah, dumbass. Ellis, Sebastian, Tatum. It's not our fault. It also happens to be a fitting abbreviation," Tatum chides.

I kiss her finger before slapping her thigh and saying, "Ride me. I want that pussy wrapped around my dick with these tits in my mouth when you come for the first time as my wife."

"She's not your wife, asshole," Ellis growls, his annoyance evident.

That's when I say, "You tell me, vipera, does this make you my wife, or do we need a piece of paper?" She bites her lip until she can no longer hold back her smile and nods her head yes, adamantly. "That's what I thought. Now sit on my cock and make it so."

Vivian rises to her knees, and I slide between her thighs, lining my dick up with her wet pussy. "Is this what you want? You wanted marriage?" Ellis questions as she starts to lower herself onto my throbbing cock.

Her warm lips have just kissed my tip when she shakes her head and says, "No, I want this right here, right now. This is us." And then she fully seats herself.

"Fuck," I hiss out as her pussy grips me tight.

The bed dips behind her, and I see Tate's hand wrap around her stomach from behind. I watch as he trails open-mouthed kisses up her shoulder and to her neck before he murmurs something only she can hear. She nods yes to whatever words he whispered into her ear before she falls forward, bracing herself on her outstretched arms, and starts riding me in long slow strokes.

Her engorged tits are right in my face, and I'm just bringing one to my lips when I hear the flip of a lube cap. "Fuck I love this ass," Tate says as he smacks it hard, earning a deep, throaty moan from our girl. It's been a while since we've all taken her at once. None of us want to risk overdoing it while she's pregnant. Don't get me wrong; there's plenty of tag-teaming and one-on-one, but this, this is more, and if I have my way, it will be the last dual entry until our baby is born. I've heard about women going into labor from having sex, and those are predominately monogamous relationships, i.e., one cock in one hole. We're pushing it today.

We scheduled a doctor's appointment the week I found out Vivian was having my baby. She was already eight weeks at the first appointment. She only has about a month to go, and I want my baby fully cooked. On that last thought, I release her tit and say, "Vivian, if this is too much, you fucking say it." She doesn't immediately acknowledge my words, and I'll be damned if she's not provoking me. It infuriates me when she doesn't obey. She does it to get her way. My little viper likes when I'm rough, and I've been holding back since I learned about the baby. I nip her breast almost hard enough to break the skin, and her pussy strangles my cock. Her eyes immediately drop to mine. "Don't play with me. Not on this."

"I won't. I promise. I need this. We need this." She says as her eyes search mine, and I know without words what she means. We marked her as ours. She belongs to us, and we belong to her, but things are about to change. A baby will be here soon. It's another reason Tate and I wanted this to happen now, to ensure there is no mistake that this is forever. We are forever.

I feel the second Tate starts to push in, because her pussy chokes my cock in a vicelike grip. It only takes him a few slow thrusts before he's fully seated, and he stills her hips. "Fuck, Vi. You have to give me a second. Taking you like this, with my mark on your finger, while you are pregnant with our baby is too much. I'm not going to last. You're fucking perfect. So damn perfect."

I internally seethed the first time I heard Tate call my baby 'our baby.' The monster inside of me wanted to rage, but somewhere through all of this, my monster was not only tamed; he was extinguished. At some point through all of this, I was able to take myself out of the now and the moment that held all my anger and look to the future—one that would undoubtedly lead to Vivian getting pregnant with his child, and in that reality, blood ceased to matter. I would lay my life down for any child this woman has, because it's a piece of her, and even more if it's a piece of Ellis. It's his blood too, and I owe him everything.

"Open that pretty mouth and suck my dick, baby," Ellis says as he stands at the edge of the bed above my head. She opens without question and takes him in just as I feel Tate start a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts.

Her hard belly is pressed against mine as her full tits sway from the rocking, and I have to close my eyes to stave off my desire to come. Like Tate, this is all almost too much for me. We all carried demons, scars with stories full of venom. Our scars warned of hate, but we were already poisoned. It's why we work. Poison can blind you, or it can open your eyes, it can kill you, or it can be the remedy. Ours was bittersweet and tasted like venom.

"Fuck, baby, you're so beautiful taking our cocks. I love hearing the sounds of that wet pussy choking my brother's cock while you suck my dick."

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