Page 73 of Quadruplets for the Vipers

Right now, I’m so happy I feel as if my heart could burst.

I know that things can’t stay this good forever and that there will be hard times ahead, but I also know that with my family by my side, we can weather any storm and come out stronger for it.

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The babies are down, finally. Even April, our resident night owl, surrendered to her lullaby. I close the nursery door gently, exhaling as I press my back to it. The hum of the baby monitor follows me down the hallway, but it’s a welcome sound now—proof of peace, however temporary.

In our massive, shared bedroom, the lights are low. Candlelight flickers from the dresser, casting warm shadows over the big bed we all share on nights like this. Axel sits propped up on pillows, bare-chested, his eyes on the door like he’s been waiting just for me.

He always watches me like that. Still. After everything.

Knox lounges beside him, half-dressed in loose pajama pants, his hair tousled. Rider is standing near the window, quiet and unreadable, his arms crossed over his chest. Jaceis sprawled in the armchair, legs wide, eyes sparkling with mischief and heat.

I take a step inside, letting the robe slip from one shoulder, then the other. It pools silently at my feet. The air shifts. They’re still, watching me—but not with hunger. With wonder. Like I’m something they built their world around.

For a second, they just stare.

And then they move.

Knox is the first to reach me. His hands find my waist, large and warm, fingers spreading across the swell of my hips as if he’s anchoring himself. He dips his head, kissing the hollow between my breasts. “You’re too beautiful,” he murmurs. “Too much. I can barely breathe when I look at you.”

Axel rises next. He kisses me like he needs to memorize me—slow, possessive, and full of hunger. His hand cups my jaw, his thumb brushing across my lips. “You still drive me crazy,” he whispers. “More than ever.”

Rider moves behind me, his fingers sliding along my spine, making me shiver. He brushes my hair aside and presses a kiss to the back of my neck, his hands roaming down to cup my ass, firm and purposeful. “I think about you constantly,” he growls softly. “I want to feel all of you.”

Jace doesn’t wait. He’s behind me a second later, running his palms up my thighs, over the curve of my bare backside. “You’re glowing, baby,” he says against my ear. “And I’m gonna make you scream.”

They surround me.

Hands everywhere—on my breasts, my waist, my thighs. Lips on my shoulders, my throat, my belly. Each of them touching me in their own way—Knox reverent, Axel grounding, Rider intense, Jace playful and electric.

They guide me to the bed, laying me down like a treasure they’re unwrapping. Axel’s mouth finds my nipple, licking and sucking softly while his hand caresses my other breast, his thumb flicking against the peak. I moan, arching up into his touch, my hands in his hair.

Rider’s mouth is on my stomach, kissing the stretch marks, the soft flesh they all love without hesitation. “You gave life here,” he whispers. “Let us give something back.”

Jace nips at the inside of my thigh, then soothes the spot with his tongue, laughing softly when I squirm. “Sensitive,” he teases. “I like it.”

Knox slides up beside me, taking my hand, lacing our fingers together. “Let go, baby. We’ve got you.”

They explore me like they’re rediscovering me all over again. Fingers trace the dip of my waist, the sensitive crease between my thighs, the tender swell of my breasts. Their mouths worship me, take their time on every inch of skin. I gasp, moan, whisper their names like a litany.

I’m slick and pulsing, their touches building something unbearable and perfect. I feel someone’s lips on my pussy, their tongue making figure of eights on my clit.

“Fuck, that feels so good!” I moan.

There’s a dark chuckle and the sensation of fullness as fingers find me, soaked, swollen, and ready. Their bodies surround me—firm chests, rough hands, hard thighs pressingagainst mine. I feel lips on my inner thigh, a tongue at my nipple, fingers brushing between my folds, then slipping into my wetness and curling inside me in a way that drives me wild.

“I’m gonna cum,” I say, breathless.

Each one of them knows how to push me to the edge. Together, they make me fall.

“Let go,” Knox says as he bends over to take my nipple into his mouth I reach out and grab his cock, feeling him thick, hard, and slick with precum. This is just the start, on nights like this, where we have all the time in the world, I know by dawn I’ll be wrung out in the best possible way.

When I cum, it crashes over me like heat and light. My back arches, my toes curl, and my cry is caught in Jace’s kiss.

I’m not sure how long it lasts.

After, I collapse into the center of them, trembling and glowing. They hold me close—Axel curled behind me, Knox wrapped around my front, Rider’s hand tangled with mine, Jace whispering something filthy and sweet in my ear that makes me laugh even as I melt.

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