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“For not taking my birth control… For wanting to die… Everything, really.”
“It’s okay,” Marcus says, kissing my forehead. I sigh as I relax into him, and he chuckles. “Grief is one mean bitch, Kendra. We heal however we heal, and it’s our job to support you through it all.”
“I’m in love with you. Both of you…”
“We love you too,” he says, lifting my chin and kissing me. “Go to sleep, Little Brat. You’re avoiding sleep like a toddler.”
“Am not,” I laugh. “Goodnight, guys.”
“Goodnight, Kendra,” Bellamy says, wrapping his arm around me and resting his hand on my lower belly. Something about how natural this feels is the most comforting thing I have ever felt. I let myself close my eyes, and sleep drags me under.
Chapter Eleven
Kendra
When I wake, Iam facing Bellamy, and Marcus is close behind me. He is hard, so I wiggle my ass back against him, and he groans as he grabs my hip and pulls me into him more.
“I’ve been patiently waiting to fuck you again, pretty girl. I don’t know how to be nice when I am teased,” Marcus mutters. I wiggle my ass against him again, and he grunts before turning slightly. I hear him messing with something on the nightstand before turning back and kissing my neck.
“Mmm. That’s nice,” I say softly.
“Don’t think of this as a punishment. Think of it as a reminder of who owns you,” Marcus says as he grabs hold of my thigh and pulls my leg up.
“Wha… Fuck!” I yell out when Marcus suddenly lines his cock up with my ass and slams into me. My reaction startles Bellamy, and his eyes snap open. “Jesus fucking Christ, Marcus,” I groan as he starts rocking his hip to fuck me deep.
“I warned you, pretty girl,” he says sweetly.
“Oh God, that hurts,” I moan.
“You are far too tempting to deny, Little Brat,” Bellamy says as he pulls the covers off us. Marcus pulls out of me so Bellamy can move me on top of him. When I sink down on his cock, we both groan. “Dear God, your cunt feels like heaven.”
“Fuck!” I yell out again when Marcus slams into my ass. “God, I’m too full.”
Animalistic noises come out of me when they both abruptly start slamming into me, shoving deep as hard and fast as they can. They alternate strokes, and I am completely helpless as I stay pinned between them. I can’t form words, only screams and moans. I am up on my hands with my head dropped to Bellamy’s chest as they rail into me over and over again.
Marcus grabs a fistful of my hair and drags me up on my knees. The angle has Bellamy hitting something inside me that makes my eyes roll back and my body tremble. “Fuck, she’s coming again. Goddamn, she is so fucking tight,” Bellamy growls, pounding into me harder and faster than before. Marcus cups my breasts as I lay my head back on his shoulder. When he suddenly grabs hold of my throat and squeezes until I can’tbreathe, everything rapidly builds inside of me, and every cell in my body is screaming for release. I am tensed up as they rail into me, and just as my orgasm is about to break, he suddenly lets me breathe. The rush of oxygen is like a bomb exploding inside of me, and my arousal soaks us and the bed. They quickly fall behind me and their loud moans sound delicious as they come inside of me.
“J-Jesus,” I stammer. “Oh my God… I’m dead.”
“Good morning,” Bellamy says, grabbing my face and kissing me. I whine as they move me to lie on the bed. I am far more relaxed this time than the last time I had sex with them. I smile when they look up to see me looking at them.
“What?” I ask.
“It’s nice to see you not spiraling,” Marcus says. “What are you thinking?”
“That I am growing two humans, and I was planning to kill myself,” I say. “Finding out that I am pregnant has changed my perspective… a lot.”
“Still want to?” Bellamy asks. “Honestly?”
“Honestly… no,” I say. “I never wanted to die; I just wanted to be in charge of how I went. I have two babies to think about now, though. I don’t know who is biologically their father, but neither of you deserves to lose your children.”
“We don’t want to lose you either, Kendra,” Marcus says, pulling me up to stand.
“I feel like I need to make up for what I put you two through.”
“No, you don’t,” Bellamy says. “From the first day when Jesse showed us the will, we knew that we needed to support you and see you through to the other side of the darkness. We helped bring light back into your world, the best way we could to help, but we wanted you to be able to get yourself out.”
“Well… I should admit something…” I say.
