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“You can come for me, can’t you, beautiful?” he coaxes, his hips moving in a slow nerve tingling rhythm.

I vaguely registerEarned Itby The Weekend starting to play in the background, the song bringing back memories of Loki buried inside me whilst singing, as I was tied to Ash’s bed. As if sharing that same memory, Ash chuckles.

“I’ll tie you up again soon, Princess,” he whispers, bringing his forehead to mine as he starts moving his hips faster. “You were made for us, Lilly Darling. Every atom belongs to the four of us, just as every part of us is yours. You make us greater than the sum of our parts until we become more than we ever thought possible. You are as vital as the blood that pumps in our veins, as crucial as the air that we breathe. You are our beating heart, and our souls are bound together for all eternity.”

Ash may not be able to sing me to orgasm, but he can talk me into one. His words set off a chain reaction inside me, my pussy walls tightening around him as I come with a cry, clinging tightly to him. He thrusts a few more times, prolonging my pleasure, before he succumbs, coming deep inside me with a manly groan.

We stay locked together for several moments, breathing the same air as we hold each other, the high settling into our bones.

“Come, Princess, let's get you cleaned up whilst the guys change the sheets,” Ash suggests, and I look around to see the others coming back into the room, shower fresh.

A small whining sound leaves me as Ash pulls out, then helps me up on shaky legs. He wraps his arm round my waist, walking me to the door, pausing as each of the others place a kiss on my no doubt swollen lips.

After showering, the warm water and Ash’s ministrations making me all kinds of sleepy, I walk into the room holding Ash’s hand to find the others waiting around the enormous bed, wearing boxers.

“Did you get a bigger bed?” I ask Ash as he leads me to the side, indicating that I climb in.

“I figured that we’d all want to sleep with you sometimes, so it seemed like a good option,” he tells me, voice matter of fact and completely unaware of the fact that I’ve just melted into a puddle of girl goo. “If that’s okay with you?”

“It's perfect,” I tell him softly, scooting into the middle.

“Shotgun!” Loki hollars, leaping onto the bed on my left side and I bounce as he lands next to me. Ash quickly climbs in on my other side.

I giggle as Jax and Kai grumble, but climb in too, Kai behind Loki and Jax behind Ash.

“I don’t want your weapon of mass destruction waking me up, got it?” Ash deadpans, and we all burst into peals of laughter, tears streaming down my cheeks when Jax asks what the fuck he’s talking about.

I fall asleep with a smile on my face, nestled in a bed of love, with my unborn child kicking away under two of its fathers’ hands.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE

LILLY

Iwake up the next morning, my body aching in the best possible way, the scent of my guys lingering in the bed with me. Lying there, I take a moment to just breathe, the spring sunshine dancing across the ceiling.

I’m getting married today.

I turn eighteen today, on my wedding day.

The thoughts fill me with giddy excitement, followed by a rolling feeling in my stomach as nerves settle in.I wonder how Ash feels?

“Rise and shine, you gorgeous bride!” Willow calls, stomping into the room and eyeing up the bed. “I’d join you there, but Ash really needs to work on the soundproofing of this place.” Her nose wrinkles even as her eyes twinkle with mirth.

“Oh god,” I groan, my cheeks flushing as I hide under the duvet, which doesn’t help at all considering it still smells like them.

“Come on lazy bum!” she responds, way too cheery for this time in the morning as she yanks the covers off me. “The girls are already here to turn you into a goddess for your harem.”

“Urgh, fine,” I grumble, sitting up and then realising that I’m completely naked still. “Willow!”

She throws a silk robe at me, cackling evilly as she turns to walk out the door. She pauses, turning back to look at me with what seems to be a sympathetic look on her face.

“Oh yeah, and happy birthday, Lilly,” she says softly, giving me a small smile before turning and walking out, shutting the door softly behind her.

Putting the robe on, my chest a little tight, I follow her downstairs to find the large sitting room full of people. I pause, taking a deep breath before stepping into the fray.

Erica is the first to approach, an understanding smile on her face.

“How are you doing?” she asks, handing me a glass of juice with ice in it. I take a sip, giving her a grateful smile when I realise that it’s tropical, my favourite.

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