Page 102 of Ruthless Beasts

The smile that tugged at my lips was impossible to hold back. It had been a long fucking time since I'd felt this content, and this girl, woman, treasure, had brought it to me on the day her doe eyes looked up at me at the altar of the church, surrounded by the dead, practically begging me without words to rescue her from whatever fate was surely her destiny. Only now, she was our destiny. She was ours, and each one of us would have to be dead for her to part from us.

On their other side, Mercer stretched his arms up before rolling to a sitting position. He leaned over, stealing her lips and devouring her mouth as she panted. When he pulled away, a lazy grin toyed on his lips. "Good morning, gorgeous."

Last night was our official first night sharing a room, but we got little sleep. Our girl had worked us to exhaustion, her pussy and mouth squeezing every ounce of cum from us before she passed out in a pile of tangled limbs. But it seemed that wasn't enough because the sun was barely cresting the horizon, and already, she was bringing Ace to the brink of heaven.

Her hand traveled up her body, cupping her full breasts and squeezing. I was fucking mesmerized. Everything about her was perfection, always has been. But watching her body grow, her shape form, had been such an honor. An honor I'd never thought I'd get the privilege of enjoying again after I lost Elizabeth. The pang of longing hit me, but it wasn't as intense as it once was. Instead, it was a brief sorrow at the loss of someone I loved, instead of the all-consuming pain that once would drag me down.

I reached a hand out, resting against the firm curve of her abdomen, and her eyes locked on mine. She didn't slow her pace, instead rose and fell faster as she drove Ace mad. His hands gripped her thighs; his fingers clung so tight that her delicately plump skin indented, and he gritted his teeth, trying to remain composed. He wouldn't last much longer. I knew with her tight body squeezing around my cock, I never did.

"You look so fucking beautiful," I praised, and one of her hands left her breast, traveling down so that it covered my hand. Then she pushed it lower, forcing a hand between her thighs so that my fingers rubbed over her clit. Little minx knew exactly what she wanted, and she'd never have to ask more than once. We'd all give it to her.

My finger pressed against the bundle of nerves, and she gasped, her head tilting back, her eyes closing as she ground down against Ace's body, trapping my hand between them. I started off slowly, rubbing circles with two fingers, even as she gasped and begged for more. It wasn't until Mercer's handjoined mine that she fell apart. Her body trembled as she cried out, her fingers digging into Ace's chest so tightly that I knew he'd wear a badge of pride from her nails cresting into his flesh. Ace's orgasm followed hers, his hips bucking upward, his back arching as he chased his release.

When they were both depleted, their bodies limp and sweaty, I leaned over and kissed her shoulder. "I heard you were going to get donuts this morning? That is, unless you don't want donuts and you'd rather stay in bed all day. It's a tough job, but I volunteer to give you all the orgasms your hungry, greedy, little body needs, wife."

Her lips tilted up lazily in her post orgasmic haze. "Such a sacrifice, you martyr."

I nuzzled against her. "I wouldn't call myself a martyr. But I wouldn't object to being a god."

Her chest rumbled in silent laughter. "Be my god and let me worship you."

Mercer cleared his throat. "Donuts. Focus. Mimi is expecting us."

Ace groaned before flinging his arm over his eyes. "I would rather stay here."

"That's because you've got a naked queen on top of your body while the rest of us are deprived," Mercer grumbled. "Get up."

"You're hardly deprived." Belle leaned her body toward Mercer, capturing his lips for a moment, before pulling away and leaning in for another quick peck. "If I recall, you had your share well into the morning."

"Yes, but I could never get enough." Mercer shot her his most charming smile, though I doubted it was going to work. Not when the mention of donuts was involved in this morning's plans.

Belle patted Ace's chest. "Let me go. I want donuts."

Another groan escaped Ace, but he released her as I stood. "I'll get your shower ready."

Her eyes lit up before her cheeks reddened. "I was too busy taking off the layers of clothes y'all wore last night; I forgot to explore the bathroom."

"Well," I leaned my palms on the mattress to kiss her forehead, "you're in for a treat then."

I disappeared through the bathroom door, heading straight for the shower, which was big enough to fit all our bodies and then some. At some point, I knew it would need to fit all the kids I planned to fill this house with, but for now, I planned to have lots of dirty shower sex in every position I could with my wife.

I set the water to stream from every angle, making sure the pressure wasn't too intense, knowing that her body was probably sore and sensitive after all the ways we'd taken her last night. When I was satisfied with the water, I took out a few towels and placed some body wash and shampoo on the shelf. Then I went back to collect my girl.

Despite her objections that she could walk, I wouldn't allow it. I scooped her off the mattress and cradled her to my chest. When I reached the shower, I lowered her gently, loving the way her arms tightened around my neck. She objected, but I didn't care, and by the time Ace and Mercer joined us, I already had soap lathered over her body and hair.

She moaned as I messaged her scalp with the tips of my fingers. "A girl could get used to this treatment."

"Baby, say the word and you'll never bathe yourself again," Mercer muttered as he leaned into her, resting his head against her forehead.

"Word," she whispered.

"Never again," he promised, leaning in for a kiss. "I'll sever my arm before I let you shower alone."

"That's..." Her nose wrinkled adorably. "Gruesome."

"It's the life you married into." I laughed, bringing the shower head to her scalp and washing off the conditioner.

"I guess I'm into that, considering I've got three very bad men." She tilted her head back, closing her eyes as I rinsed.

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