Page 275 of Quinlan

She spreads her legs wider for him, and we don’t need the panties to smell her anymore. No. Her arousal carries to us, so delicious that my mouth waters.

But it’s not about the scent. It’s about possession. About our sick, primal needs. Liam lifts a hand from the bed and Damien gives him her panties. His eyes roll to the back of his head the moment he mashes the fabric to his nose.

I lose my shirt, as does Damien. They fall in a heap on the floor with our belts. With our goddamn hearts.

We’d join them, pleasure her in her three holes, except the pregnancy has changed our dynamics. We’re cautious. Sort of. Doing the best we can.

So we watch, crossing our arms and letting Liam roll his hips. Soak the front of his pants with her arousal. Keep Quinlan’s torn panties pressed to his nose.

This woman who grinds and moans beneath Liam—the woman who stole our hearts—is perfect. Every facet, every smile, every tear, every mood swing. All of it is up there, perfect.

“Liam, please.” Quinlan’s fingertips caress his cheeks, skim the scar tissue in a way that makes him groan. “Please. Fuck mealready. I need you. I have to have you. I’m so horny it hurts. Ple—”

“I love seeing your mouth full.” Her panties go between her lips, and Liam shifts his hips up to take himself out.

God, my dick strains in my pants. I have to do something with my hands before I tear him off her. I remove her flats. Kiss the arch of one foot while Damien does the same with her other foot.

Her muffled moans. The sweet shiver raking over her body. It’s intoxicating, and I wish I could stay on my knees and worship her through it all.

The need to be there and watch her face light up when Liam pummels into her is stronger.

“Our little cum slut. All gagged and gorgeous.” He removes the panties from her mouth, tosses them. “I changed my mind about the gag. Need to hear you. Beg for me. Beg for us to fill your swollen pussy, Quinlan.”

“Please. Please, please, my God, please.” Her nails dig into his back, her entire body arching for him. “Fill me up, I’m begging. I’ll die without it. Fuck, it hurts how much I need you.”

“Such a good girl.” Liam cups both sides of her face, angling his hips. He pushes into her in one shove, settles in, then ruts into her. His abdomen doesn’t so much as graze her belly, but the rest of him does. Lips, hands, thighs. “You’d have been on your knees for me if I told you right now, wouldn’t you? On all fours. Crawling like the needy little thing you are. Would’ve done anything for my cock.”

Heryesis a strangled groan. She lifts her feet, her heels pressing to Liam’s ass.

“Yeah, you would.” He kisses her like he’d never have another chance to do it. Kisses her like I want to. Like I crave to. “That’s why you’re such a good girl. My sweet whore, squeezing me like this. Oh,fuck,” he moans when her mouth parts in a silent cry. When her orgasm hits. “Quinlan, fuck.”

My cock jerks in my pants, precum wetting the tip when he comes. I love both of them. Watching her come around him, listening to her senseless mumbling. It’s a close second to being the one inside of her.

Close.

A few harsh thrusts from Liam, and Damien steps in. He’s no longer hiding the scars on his abdomen. Quinlan knows us inside out. And just like she told Liam, she thinks Damien wears them so fucking well. That they’re a sign of his bravery. Of his devotion to his foster siblings.

“I’m addicted to your moans, you know that?” He’s inclined on the wall behind the bed, leaning back on the pillows. Reaching his arms for Quinlan. “Going to drag more of those out of you.”

Liam pulls out and flips her on all fours. Her cunt is wet, their orgasms dripping the inside of her thighs and Liam shoves it back in. Doing so won’t put a fourth baby in her.

But her moans, Jesus. How her head drops. The push back of her hips.

How can we not give it to her?

“Go to Damien, little flame.” Once Liam’s done, he places his hand on the curve of her ass.

“That’s right, darling.” Damien beckons her to him as he slides down to lie on the bed. The glint in his eye as he shoots me a look is an invitation. He wants me to make this even better for her. To be a little less careful. “Crawl to me.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I don’t see her eyes when I remove the rest of my clothes in a haze. Don’t see the corner of her mouth quirking as she sways her gorgeous hips on her way to Damien.

Don’t need any proof of just how much she enjoys herself. How badly she gets off on teasing Damien. On teasing any of us.

I’m the happiest when she’s happy. She doesn’t know it, but I’d be the one on my hands and knees for her, if that’s what would make her happy. I’d do any-fucking-thing.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises her as she comes closer, his voice hoarse. “I’m your Daddy. Now come sit on me. Fucking ride me.”

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