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Her pussy is so hot, so tight, that I can’t imagine never claiming it completely.

Rue draws back, pulling off me, and I twist my arms to wrap my hands around the straps to keep from reaching for her. “It’s okay, I?—”

My protest evaporates when Rue lowers herself again, and a groan of pleasure rumbles in my chest at the sight of her pussy eating my cock. I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my life. She does it again and again, working herself lower and lower each time. When she winces once more, Jace catches her hips to stop her movements and snarls in her ear, “Enough!”

Rue stubbornly shakes her head. “But I can take more, I can?—”

“The poor asshole is seconds away from blowing his load,” Jace says, cutting her off, his grip on her hips tightening when she squirms, and I swear I see stars.

“He’s right,” I pant, the struggle to remain still leaving me a trembling mess, seconds away from babbling incoherently for release. My balls hurt so bad that I swear they are about to explode. “You’re more than enough. Each time, you will be able to take me more and more, but I need you now. I don’t think I can take anymore, baby girl.”

Rue studies me closely, then her face relaxes, and I release a ragged breath. “Thank the gods,” I mutter, the need to fuck taking over completely. “Jace—hold her steady.”

Jace nods, a silent promise he won’t let anything happen to Rue, and I give in to the demands of my body and slowly begin to fuck up into her beautiful cunt. I’m torn between watching the pleasure spread across her face and watching my dick disappear inside her body. I’m careful never to give her too much. She’s so fucking tight that it’s a struggle not to rut into her like a beast, and I’m hypnotized by the way her pussy stretches around my length.

Thank fuck it doesn’t take long for her to start moaning, her hips rolling in time with my thrusts, her greedy pussy hungry formore. I reach forward, not even hearing the strap holding me in place snap. Then my fingers are at her core, stroking her clit in a hard, relentless pace. She tries to squirm away when it becomes too much, but I refuse to take it easy on her.

She tightens deliciously, and the flutter of her pussy around my cock becomes too much. Just as I feel her orgasm sweep over her, my cock pulses, and my cum explodes inside of her. It’s too much, my release almost painful, but I don’t let up my pace with my fingers as I bury myself inside her pussy, slipping in farther than ever…and she comes a fucking second time.

Rue collapses against me, sprawled across my chest, and I groan when it feels like she’s wrung my poor cock dry of every last drop. The other strap around my arm snaps as I gather her close. Jace leaves the bed, and I manage a nod of thanks to him before he vanishes out the door. My cock twitches in the aftermath, and her pretty cunt flutters around me in response. I run a soothing hand up and down her back until she relaxes against me, and I sigh in contentment.

The smell of food wafts through the door sometime later. When Rue’s stomach rumbles angrily, I chuckle…then we both groan as another wave of aftershocks ripples through us both. With a groan, I carefully slip out of her, already missing the warmth of her pussy. “Let’s get you cleaned up. After that workout, you need food.”

When she chuckles and flashes me a pleased smile, I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose. I allow her to shower in peace, mostly able to keep my hands to myself as we both focus on washing. Of course, my dick is ready to go for a second round at the sight of her naked body on display, but I gently push her hand away when she reaches for my cock.

“Food first,” I admonish, almost distracted when the last of the suds cascade down her body, hiding and showing off her curves at the same time. “You need time to heal.”

A smirk curls her lips, and her teal eyes dance with mirth. “Thank the gods for my fast healing.”

A tormented groan escapes me as she slips out of the shower, and I clench my fists to keep from reaching for her. We dress quickly, my control barely holding on by a thread when I see every inch of her sexy skin disappearing under her clothes, but I understand her need not to be away from the others for long.

After everything that’s happened, it’s going to be an ongoing battle not to smother her with my affections…and worry. She is my heart, my very soul, and I’ll be damned before I allow anyone to touch her again.

Before slipping out the door, I glance at myself in the mirror, taking in the changes for the first time. I almost expect to see a monster staring back at me. Instead, I see a man totally and completely in love with the woman he adores. Any lingering insecurities vanish, and I thank the universe for bringing her into my life, vowing to cherish and protect her with my last breath.

Chapter Thirty-seven

JACESON

Iclose the bedroom door behind me, then rest against it, struggling with the need to barge back into the room and claim Rue for my own. Seeing her naked is better than any dream. Sharing her with my brothers is beyond my wildest imagination. I never thought it would be so hard to resist a woman, but Rue defies all expectations.

She’s a miracle wrapped up in one delicious package of pure temptation.

I never thought I would fall in love…not until I met her.

She’s everything that I never knew I needed.

She makes me feel alive in a way that I didn’t think was possible.

I’m totally, irrevocably in love with her.

And it scares the absolute crap out of me.

She’s become the center of my universe, and I’m terrified to be alone with her for fear I might fuck things up. The gods can’t be so cruel as to make me fall in love and not have her reciprocate my feelings.

Only when my cock doesn’t feel like it’s about to explode in my pants do I head downstairs to see what mischief my brother got into without my supervision. I’m not surprised to find him in the kitchen, preparing food for Rue.

When I reach for a piece of bacon, he swings a knife in my direction, nearly taking off my hand. I rear back, observing the tip of the blade swishing dangerously close to my throat, and I don’t dare move. James narrows his eyes in warning, gesturing with his knife toward the plate. “Put. It. Down. That’s pookie’s.”

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