Page 86 of The Devils of Saint City

“Okay,” he chuckles. “Sunday. For what though?”

I smile a little, I can’t help it — I was hoping it would be a weekend day. “Every Sunday, I’ll be your slave. Dick holding while you pee, wait on you hand and foot, do whatever you want. But the rest of the week, we’re equals.”

Manson agrees instantly, but I’m actually glad Asher seems hesitant. It means he’s being honest with everyone here, and that’s what we’ve been needing. “I agree we should be equals, butwhat if one of us needs a little more control on a day that isn’t Sunday?”

“Then you ask,” I say gently, reaching over to take his hand again. “I can promise you one day a week. That doesn’t mean that I’m unwilling to be what you need the other six days. I just have the right to offer an alternative if I’m not in the right headspace.”

Relaxing, he lifts my hand to his lips for a kiss. “So you’re home? For good?”

If they meant even half of what they said here, I can live with it. And before the night is through, I’ll make sure my thumb print is on the door so I’ll have an escape route if I need one, I just don’t think I will. We’ll make it work this time, the three of us. Broken in our own little ways, we fit together to become something new, something more.

Nothing will change that.

“Yeah, big brother. I’m home.”

Epilogue

Manson

Things have been... well, there’s no other word for it except great. It feels insufficient to sum it up with such a mundane word, yet when I try to find a better one, I come up short. Has it been perfect? No. Asher and Rhea were born to be siblings, because by day three of her being home, they were finding things to argue about. Now that we’re a few months in they’ve had plenty of tiffs, punishments, and makeup sex, but they’ve grown so fucking much I can’t help but feel proud of them. We’ve all had moments where we weren’t showing each other our bests, and yet we still choose each other every day.

Some days Rhea isn’t in the mood to be touched, and Asher and I quickly learned it had something to do with her cycle, so now that he’s tracking it in an app on his phone we know what to expect with our woman as her body does what it was made to do.

The luteal phase is wild. At times we don’t even know who that woman becomes, but I’d be lying if I said she didn’t fucking scare us.

Our favorite is the ovulation stage though, because although we don’t plan on knocking her up just yet, our girl becomes feral in the best of ways. She sucked me off while riding Ash just this morning, and I can tell by the way she’s swinging her hips as she walks around that she already needs more.

I swear that ass is flagging us, and when our girl is in heat, our cocks know it. We’re an insatiable fucking trio.

“Enough cleaning, pet?” Ash croons. “Come here.”

She smirks, eyes hooded as she tosses the microfiber towel she’d been dusting with onto the counter and walks overslow enough to make him impatient. “Hmm? Did you need something, big brother?”

“Need my little sister on her knees between my legs,” he growls, and I’m not surprised in the slightest.

He still hasn’t gotten over needing to breed whatever hole I breed after me, but I don’t mind. I actually really like it... almost as much as their brother/sister kink that’s only grown. “He’s a needy one, huh, Rhea?” I tease, grinning when Ash shoots a scowl my way.

“And so bossy too,” she agrees with a sly smile. Watching her drop to her knees now is so different than when we first took her — gone are the awkward, jerky movements filled with hesitation and disgust. She watches him the whole way down, looking up at him like she’d die without him. “So, so bossy.”

“But you listen so well,” he praises, reaching out to run his thumb over her lips. “Such a good pet.”

Her tongue curls out to suck his thumb into her mouth, making my cock thicken. Fuck, it’s amazing to see who she’s become.

Ash bites his lip, tugging her jaw down so he can lean in and spit before kissing her. “Take me out, beautiful.”

“I think she’s wearing too many clothes,” I offer, moving in to help her undress as she does as told.

It’s so easy to get lost in her, in them. The way her pussy clenches around my cock when Asher chokes her, slaps her. The way she squirms when I rub her clit. Asher’s praises, his heady breaths.

Seeing the sated look on her face when we’re done and she’s been bred once again on both ends.

It’ll never get old.

When I was younger, I never thought I could have this. I remember laying on the floor listening to love songs, my soul aching for a life that just wasn’t in the cards for me, but nowthanks to these two I’ve learned it is. Our love looks a little different than most, there aren’t any songs that fit like a glove, but I have no doubts that this is the life I would have chosen for myself.

Especially now that we’ve quit our job with the Provost. The job was draining, but with the money we saved and what Asher’s dad left to him we can safely retire in our twenties, so I can’t complain about the years it took from us. Creed denied any involvement in attempting to take us out, but with the support Blair got us from Daddy, we were able to resign without any bloodshed. It probably helped that we all found out about his best kept secret, and although he’s a heartless bastard, it seems he has a soft spot when it comes to his sons. There’s a reason their existence has been kept under wraps after all.

We finished out a contract and cut all ties, and now that we’re here I can’t help but wonder if we should start over somewhere new.

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