Page 4 of Deadliest Throne

“Not what I meant.” I laugh.

“I’m sure your harem of men wouldn’t have any issues fulfilling your needs,” she grins.

You would think that, right? While the guys haven’t been as bad as Link, they’ve also been handling me with care, like if they fuck me the way they normally would, they’re going to hurt me.

The doctor had already said that sex is fine. Normal. Safe. That my pregnancy isn’t high risk, and the reason I lost our angel baby was because of the accident.

Last night, I freaked out. Told them if they didn’t start fucking me like they used to, I’d chop all their dicks off.

It was a heat of the moment threat, but come on! I’m hornier than I’ve ever been, and I’ve lost my endless supply of orgasms.

Not that I haven’t been getting them, they still get me off plenty. But it’s not the same. It’s not who they are, who we are.

Hopefully, my little freak out gave them something to think about.

The ceremony goes by a lot quicker than I thought it would. Maybe a half hour goes by, and then our moms are getting photos with Andrew and us before leaving.

Being the last ones in the church, I start making my way outside, following Andy and Quinton, when Hunter walks back through the front door and stops me.

“You're not going anywhere,” he tells me.

“Ahh, why the hell not?” I ask.

He gives me this mischievous look that screams he’s up to no good.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“With my life,” I say intently. “Why?” I still have my suspicions. He is definitely up to no good.

“We’re going to leave but you're going to stay here. I want you to take these.” He holds out a pile of what looks to be clothes. “And you're going to go into the bathroom and change into them. Then come back out here.”

“What? Why? What is this?”

“No questions. Just trust me. Go get changed. I promise you're going to love it.” He grins so damn wide, I’m not sure if I should be excited or afraid. He grabs me by the back of the neck and kisses me hard. He pulls back and spins me around, giving my ass a hard slap. “Now, be a good girl and do as you're told, little mama.” Then he nudges me forward.

I glare at him over my shoulder, but he just winks. Shaking my head, I head towards the bathroom.

Fuck it, what do I have to lose.

When I get into the bathroom, I place the pile of clothes on the sink and start to look through them. Is this a black dress? And... a headpiece? What the... and then it clicks.

“No fucking way.” I snort out a surprised laugh. “They wouldn’t.”

Curiosity mixed with anticipation has me rushing to get dressed. As soon as I have everything on, I look at myself in the mirror and gape at my reflection. Yup. It’s exactly what I thought it was. A slutty nun costume. Ironic, seeing how I’m the complete opposite of what is a nun is expected to be. Leave it to the guys, though. Why am I surprised? “Now, why the hell am I expected to wear this?” What is Hunter up to? Or the guys?

I have no clue, but I guess I’m about to find out.

Chapter 2

Raven

With a heavy sigh, I shake my head at my reflection. There’s no point trying to adjust this damn thing. No matter what I do, my ass is hanging out and so are my tits.

“Fuck it.” I turn away from the mirror and leave the bathroom to find out what the hell is going on.

I swear, the priest better not see me here, or this is going to be awkward as fuck.

When I step into the main room where the service was held, I stumble to a stop when I see not one, but two priests standing next to the altar, their backs turned to me.

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