Page 53 of Their Dark Rose

No, I refuse to be ashamed. They asked for my virginity. They can handle a little blood.

“Good girl.” Mason continues stroking me.

I slap his hand off me, sitting up. Ignoring the biting sensation down there, I rise an inch, looking at the mess I made. Then at Falk, daring him to be grossed out.

I expect him to twist his lips in disgust, or yell at Mason to get a cloth to clean him.

The sound reverberating from his chest isn’t anything I’ve expected.

“Falk?” My confidence withers. “Are you mad?”

“Mad?” He reaches to the base of his cock, dragging his finger through my blood. “I’m downright feral for you.”

Before I can form a response, he sucks the bloodied finger into his lips. “You taste so good, princess.”

His compliment gives me a heady feeling.

But I’m not so floaty that I forget what had me worried in the first place. “I’m not on the pill.”

“We know. We haven’t taken you to a doctor.” Falk thrusts up, sinking into me again. “Because you’re having our children.”

My fear of them is gone. They won’t ridicule me. Won’t hurt me in a way I won’t enjoy. Won’t make me regret having their babies.

Instead of being ripped from these men on my eighteenth birthday, we’re weaving ourselves into each other’s lives. We’ll be a family.

When Falk pulls me lower, until we almost kiss, I ask, “Really?”

“You’re ours, don’t you get it?” Falk says while moving me up and down on him. “You’ll be swollen with our babies. All the fucking time. We’ve been waiting for too long, and we’re here to take every piece of you. To give you every piece of us in return.”

Mason curses. “Ride him, Briar. Get fucking comfortable already. I need to be inside you.”

Finn strokes his cock on my cheek. “We need inside you.”

“Be a good girl.” Falk shoves me deeper. “Do it.”

“Falk.” My face twists in pain.

“None of that.” He reaches up, grabbing my throat and pulling me even closer.

Our lips crash against one another’s, a wave of unexpected warmth pouring from Falk to me. I lose a heartbeat or two when I realize what he’s doing.

Falk does more than meld our mouths together. He’s kissing my pain away. Something I could never see him doing. Caring rather than just inflicting pain.

He thrusts into me ruthlessly from below, but his tongue dances with mine. I taste my blood on it, and his heart as well.

I’m struggling to believe this is Falk. His rugged, innate nature is there, no doubt. However, it’s like he’s opened a door to a secret room in his heart. In a way, he did. And I’m running into this field of secrets and all the new things I could learn about him.

But I’m not alone.

Large, demanding hands part my ass cheeks, and Finn slides his thumb inside me.

The intrusion hurts and I squirm, clenching my ass, encouraging Finn to push it deeper.

An agonized cry leaves my mouth while Falk keeps kissing me. He tightens his grip on me, ramming into me with more force, demanding my attention.

I scream again when Finn curls his finger inside me.

Falk allows me a tiny bit of air between our kisses to command, “Stay with me, princess.”

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