Page 31 of Tempted to Rebel

In a few days, I’ll know whether or not I’m a father. My heart squeezes tightly, making it hard to breathe.

I can’t lose Celia. I can’t lose ourchild.

Keeping Celia on a tight leash will piss her off, but it’s the only way I know how to keep her safe. Handcuffing her to my brothers will keep them all safer together than apart.

I’m not risking any of their lives for the sake of her fuckingreputation.

“You’re staying here. That’s final.” I place my hand on the cage in our living room and swing the door open. “If you keep arguing, I’ll send you to bed before dinner.” My cock twitches at the idea of Celia locked up tight, safe and warm and snug with my cum filling her to the brim. Just because she might be pregnant doesn’t mean we should waste a good nut—and I’ve got one ready to go right now.

In fact, it might be clouding my judgement. Getting off would make the whole planning process a hell of a lot smoother. I crowd closer to Celia, and she continues glaring up at me.

But she doesn’t back away. She meets me right where I am, letting me bend to brush my lips across her cheek. I inhale her sweet scent, my blood on fire with the need to taste her.Fuck, it’s been way too long since I ate her out. I grab her around the waist and unceremoniously swing her body inside the cage, laying her flat on her back across the bench. I put this little leather seat in here intentionally—it’s a good bench for fucking—and it’s about time we break it in.

Celia clings to my shoulders, her breaths punching out in panicked gasps. “Hey! You can’t just?—”

I drag the sweatpants down her legs and her scent washes over me. Rebel claimed her last, so I know he’s in there, butfuck, I need to taste her. I tear her panties off her body, theripof red lace music to my ears—but not nearly as satisfying as the shrill little cry she makes when I push her thighs apart and get on my knees for her.

“Wh—what are you doing?” Her honeyed eyes are wide and warm, just like her plush pussy lips, swollen and slick and so fuckingmine.It’s been hours since she fucked Rebel, but she’s still glistening down here.

I take a deep breath, savoring the moment. “I’m licking your pussy clean, mama, before I give you another baby.” Looking up at her flushed face, I press my palm to her stomach and imagine it growing, her belly rounding with my child inside.

Mychild.

Not my brothers’.

Mine.

There’s only one way to ensure that happens—and it’s going to be the highlight of my year until I get a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly. I shudder at the mental image of Celia wearingwhite lace, the fabric banded around our child as I rock inside of her gently, coaxing bliss from her body as I imprint on her soul. This woman ismine, and the world will see it on her body, but I want her to feel it down to the marrow of her bones and beyond.

Celia covers her blushing face with her hands. “Oh, God.”

I hook her thighs over my shoulders and kiss her clit, playing with her sweet bundle of nerves with a flat swipe of my tongue. Groaning, I lick her again and again, remembering how sweet she is, her presence filling me up like sunlight.

A week apart is way too goddamn long.

She claws my scalp like she always does, only this time, she doesn’t keep her moans to herself. There are no customers around to hear us, so she lets go, filling my ears with a symphony of pleasure that goes straight to my heart. My cock pulses in time with every beat of my aching heart, both of them beyond saving. I couldn’t give a damn as long as she stays just like this—open and willing—for the rest of our lives.

I slip a finger inside her heat, finding her g-spot with ease, and coax her orgasm closer.That’s it.Her thighs quiver and her breath catches.

“R-Rage,” she whines, arching her back and grinding her pussy on my mouth. “This is—You’re—ohgod.” Trembling, she gasps for air. “Rage!”

Music to my ears.

I devour every last drop of her release, craving this special piece of her that only I can provide. No one else can make her come like this. I’m the one who started eating her out when her pussy begged for more—and I’ll be the one to drown in her desire before I let another man or woman take that from me. This pleasure is all mine.

Humming happily to myself, I pull my fingers from her sticky wet hole and undo my belt, shucking my pants and shirt in record time. Then, I pull her shirt over her head just as quickly.I want to feel every inch of her skin as I claim her body one mouthwatering inch at a time.

Crawling over Celia, I lock her throat beneath my palm and squeeze gently. “You want me.” The bench isn’t wide enough for me to lean on, so I straddle the seat and slide Celia’s hips flush against mine. Lifting her up by her throat, I lean her against the cool metal bars and thrust my hips, sliding my cock through her soaking wet lips. The tip bumps her clit, making her gasp, and I swallow the sound with a bruising kiss.

She tastes like salt and smoke, no doubt remnants of my brother. I could tear his fucking tongue out for it.

But I won’t.

Growling, I grab her hip and thrust again, this time notching my cock in the right place. Celia writhes against my chest, her pupils blown so wide that they match mine—as black as my soul. I grip her chin and seal her lips to mine, not ready to hear her protest. Shewantsthis. She wantsme.I know she does.

Hearing her lie one more time will fuckingwreckme.

“Tell me you want me,” I snarl, snapping my hips and sliding two thick inches inside. She cries out at the sudden pressure, her eyes fluttering shut. “No,” I hiss, pulling back out. “Look at me, mama. Look into my eyes while I fuck my baby inside of you.”

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