Page 14 of Deadliest Throne

My eyes slide up to where Travis is pointing to find a camera in the corner of the shop. I stare at it, knowing that Link is watching us. He’s always watching.

“Cum for me, Little Mouse,” Hunter growls against my nipple before biting down. I cry out, my pussy clamping around his fingers.

“Oh god,” I whine, my release right there, so, so close. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Hunter pulls back, smirking down at me with a predatory gaze as he thrusts his fingers into me fast, his thumb working my swollen clit.

My lips parted, eyes wild, I stare that camera down as a wave of intense pleasure washes over me and scream out my release. And just to fuck with him, I say his name. “Oh fuck, Link.”

Hunter chuckles, not at all bothered by the fact I called out his brother's name when he’s the one making me cum.

With a heaving chest, I still cling to Hunter as he pulls his fingers free. Pulling my attention away from the camera, I watch as Travis and Taylor approach us, tattooed chests glistening with sweat.

I’m confused as to why Hunter holds out his fingers, parting them into a V. But then my blood turns to lava, my greedy pussy aching for more when the twins lean forward, eyes locked with mine as they each suck one of Hunter’s fingers clean of my release.

“How are you able to make everything so damn hot?” I sigh, panting as I lean back against the wall.

“It’s a gift.” Taylor chuckles, giving me a wink.

“You two, get back to work,” Hunter tells them. “I’m taking Little Mouse inside for some lunch.”

“All work, no play makes Travis and Taylor very fucking horny,” Taylor pouts.

I burst out laughing. “I can’t even with you two.”

They chuckle and each lean forward, pressing a kiss to both temples. I close my eyes, smiling with a content sigh. “Be good, Dove,” Travis whispers.

“Give that fucker hell,” Taylor contradicts.

“You two are the naughty ones,” I tell them as Hunter and I walk away.

"Oh baby, we're downright wicked," Travis calls back.

That they are. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

As soon as we step inside the warehouse, my belly growls like some kind of wild beast. Hunter’s eyes snap over to me, and I bite my lip. “Are you really that hungry? I thought Quinton made you breakfast?”

“He did,” I tell him. “But it was too early, and lingering morning sickness didn’t let me eat much.”

“How do you feel now?”

“Like I could eat three whole pounds of chicken wings,” I groan, rubbing my belly.

“That’s what I’ll tell the kitchen to cook you, then.”

“What?” I gape at him. “Hunter, I was joking.”

“Nope. If that's how much you want to eat, then eat. Baby Bird’s gotta eat too. And anything you can’t, that's what I’m here for.” He winks. “Can’t have my girls going hungry.”

Ugh, this man. Actually, it’s more like these guys. While I’m not a big fan of the lack of sex, they’ve been so damn sweet and caring, treating me like a queen.

“Girl, huh?” I grin. “What makes you think Baby Bird is a girl?”

“My spidey senses are tingling,” he says, wiggling his fingers in front of my face.

I snort. “You're so fucking weird.”

“And you love it.” He winks. “Now, sit your sexy ass down; I’m going to go get the kitchen working on them wings.” He nods towards the bar stool.

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