Page 96 of Reign of Psychos

“We won’t know who the father is until we do a paternity test,” Milo pointed out.

“Do we need to?” Dar asked. “It’s not like it matters who the bio dad is. I’ll love this baby, just like I love Clem.”

“It doesn’t matter, no, but maybe for the sake of health screening, we need to test at some point.” Cassian was the voice of reason, like always.

“I don’t care about that. The baby is mine.” I rolled my eyes at Landon’s statement. Of course he thought the baby was his.

For once, Dario ignored his bullshit.

“We can worry about it later. How far along are you?” he asked, his gaze dipping lower and lingering on my still-flat belly.

“About 12 weeks, give or take a week.”

“14 weeks, actually,” Milo corrected. I didn’t bother arguing. Milo knew my body better than me.

“I’m so happy,” Landon mumbled into my ear, holding me so tight I could hardly breathe. “I can’t wait to be a baby daddy again.”

Landon had been an amazing daddy when Clemmie was little. He’d done the lion’s share of the childcare, including night feeds. My husbands all adored our little girl, but she had a special bond with Landon, even though Kyril was her bio dad.

Kyril loved her too - they all did - but he was the firm one. The dad who took no shit when Clemmie whined and cajoled to get her own way.

It was just as well one of them refused to give into her emotional manipulation. God knows I fell for it every damn time.

“So you’re all OK about a new baby?” I cringed a little at the uncertainty in my voice. This was not the image of a strong, independent woman I liked to project these days. Yeah, I stillhad a few insecurities. I think there would always be a small part of me that struggled to believe my life was no longer a fight for survival.

The nightmares of my childhood and adolescence cast a long shadow. Even now. Despite the therapy sessions I’d attended religiously. And the ridiculous amount of journaling that Eden insisted on me doing.

It didn’t matter how often she told me journaling was good for my mental health. Writing my bullshit thoughts down on paper felt like a waste of time.

“Baby girl, of course we are OK.” Cassian’s soft words soothed me.

“Kotenok, I look forward to seeing your body grow big and sexy all over again,” Kyril purred in my ear, his hand sliding higher.

I turned sideways. “Good, because pregnancy hormones have made me horny as fuck, and not one of you assholes has touched me in seven days!” I pushed my lower lip out and pouted. “So it’s about time you lot started taking better care of your wife.”

Kyril growled. “I will always take care of my kitten!” I squeaked as he lifted me and sat me astride his thick thighs, my back to his chest. When his massive hands slid up my ribs and found my breasts, I shivered with anticipation.

“I think it’s time we reminded our wife exactly how much we want her,” he told the others. There was a murmur of agreement, and they all turned to look at me with lust in their eyes.

Damn. It looked like my dry spell was about to come to an abrupt end.

Epilogue 3

Thea

Lan’s mouth found my breast, and I moaned. The pull of his lips sent a shockwave of pleasure through me. If this was how sensitive my breasts were already, the next few months would be fun.

“They’re definitely bigger,” he mumbled appreciatively as Kyril’s fingers dropped below the water and stroked my needy pussy.

“You should lift her out of the water,” Milo said. “Water is a terrible lubricant. And also, we only had the pool cleaned yesterday.”

I heard Kyril mutter something rude behind me, but he lifted us and sat on the edge of the pool, so only our feet touchedthe warm water. The air felt cool on my overheated skin, even though it was 70 degrees.

“Damn, you look so pretty,” Landon cooed from his position between my spread thighs. “Like an eat-all-I-want buffet.”

“Then dive in because I need to come,” I growled through gritted teeth. If one of these assholes didn’t make me come soon, I planned to file for divorce.

“Lan, don’t let her come yet,” Cassian barked.

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