Page 157 of Dukes of Peril

Her heavy eyes blink at me, lips looking red and abused. “You’re holding back,” she rasps.

I run a finger down her cheek. “This is enough.”

Her expression crumbles with another of Nick and Remy’s pointed thrusts. “I want all of it. Please, Big Bear? Let me show you I can take it.” There’s a spark in her eyes–that challenging defiance that makes her such a perfect Duchess, but I don’t have the chance to really appreciate it.

Nick catches my eye over her writhing body, tightly mouthing, “Big Bear? What the fuck?”

I don’t give a shit that my brother knows my girl’s nickname for me, because Lavinia is actively guiding my cock into her mouth. And when Nick thrusts into her the next time, the wet, hot heat closes in on all sides, and I’m powerless to disobey her wishes.

I cradle the back of her head and fuck into her mouth.

She practically goes limp between them, head tipped up in supplication as I thrust into the wet heat. It used to be hard not to just slam myself into the back of her throat. It’s not exactly easy now, but it isn’t lingering on the edge of my nerves like a threat. I only hold back what I know she couldn’t physically take, fucking into the press of her lips.

I feel sorry for the guys because they don’t know what it’s like to be this big, to feel how tight she is all the fucking time. Everything is a stretch for me–her pussy, her mouth. She blinks up at me with watery eyes before dropping her hand to squeeze my balls.

“Holy fuck.”

Somehow, I’m not the first to blow.

That’d be Remy.

He curls an arm around her back, the tendons in his forearm tightening as he hooks his hand around the back of her tattooed shoulder, pushing her down. He bucks up wildly, tense and just as flushed as Lavinia as his lips pull back, baring his teeth.

I know he’s coming when he goes rigid, slamming upward so hard that Nick has to chase her. Not far, though. Remy clamps down on her hard, holding her flush as he empties into her with a strangled grunt. Nick takes the opportunity to quicken his strokes into these tight, pounding bursts, his muscles bulging as he flings out a hand, clamping it over the back of the couch, just over Remy’s shoulder. He fucks her hard–animalistic–before crashing his hips into hers.

The snarl rips out of him, and what results is a shockwave of Remy’s groan, Lavinia’s garbled cry, and my low, strangled curse.

As much as the way I’m fucking into her mouth has me on the razor’s edge, I think that’s what finally does it. Seeing my brothers fill her up like this, knowing that I’m the only missing piece, is what pulls me over the edge.

I try to be careful–I swear to fucking god, I do–cradling each side of her jaw as it begins cresting through me. But then she looks up at me with those eyes, so goddamn trusting and tender, and I’m powerless to do anything but yank her closer, the head of my dick grazing the back of her throat as I come.

I watch with a hard growl as my cock surges between her stretched lips, pumping wave after wave of my cum into her hot, bulging mouth. Her back swells with the effort of keeping it all in, but instead of backing off, she just nudges closer, unblinking as she methodically swallows it down.

When the texture of her tongue is enough to send my nerves flaring, I finally tear myself away, fighting to catch my breath as Nick does the same. She’s left in Remy’s lap, boneless and panting, letting out these little hitches of overwhelmed whimpers that have Remy laying her out on the couch beside him.

“You okay, Vinny?” he asks, but even though she nods, he throws Nick and I a meaningful look. We don’t spring into action so much as limp, me going for a warm, wet washcloth as Nick lifts her from the couch, carrying her toward my room.

When I arrive at the threshold, they’re already in my bed. He’s got her tucked into his side, her cheek resting on his chest as Remy spoons in behind her, brushing his lips over the curve of her shoulder. I climb up from the foot of the bed–which is feeling less like ‘mine’ and more like ‘ours’–and give her calf a nudge.

“Open up for me, baby.”

She shivers, but it’s Nick who reaches down to hook a hand behind her knee, hitching it high over his hips to bare her center to me. Their cum is leaking out lazily and as much as I know they’d both want me to push it back inside, I clean it away. As I check her holes carefully, Remy and Nick bring her down with kisses and caresses.

“Will you let me make you something to eat?” I ask when I’m done, leaning down to brush a kiss over her round ass cheek.

Her tired eyes lift to meet mine, and she nods. “Thank you.”

“For feeding you something that isn’t my spunk?” I snort, watching as Remy traces the smudged ink on her neck.

If possible, her cheeks get even redder, but the smile she sends me is small and sad. “No. For making me stronger.”

Uncaring of how it wedges me between the three of them, I force myself over her to press a kiss to her damp forehead, hovering there for a beat. “You madeusstronger, Lavinia. We just showed you how strong you already were.”

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Lavinia

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