Page 40 of Room Seven

“Your father. We are powerful. Our army of men is deep. But so is his, and the bloodshed would be catastrophic. You’re the youngest princess of the Constantine empire. And we are the outsiders. You don’t think he would go to the ends of the world to protect your honor?”

War.

“You were his friends, not outsiders.”

“We were not blood and to your father, that meant a certain boundary line was set from the day we met. And there are some friendships that come with silent stipulations. One accepted worldwide is “don’t touch the daughters”.”

Fair point. “I couldn’t live with myself if others died just so I could be with the men I love.”

Luther pushes my hair to the side on my left and Viper mimics the move on my right.

“We couldn’t risk you becoming a pawn in your father’s game to always come out on top,” Viper adds.

“We bid our time and now you are ours.” Luther takes my hand and places my open palm over his heart. “I hope your husband tries to take you from us.”

“Forced fiancé and the courtship lasted about ten minutes. It took me that long to get past all his thugs and be shuffled off to here.”

“We knew he would fuck up. And here you are again, only now we have amassed a larger army. Powerful allies. He can come. But the war he will start will be short-lived.”

Viper lips pull into a predatory grin. Holding my gaze, he presses into and catches a falling tear on the tip of his tongue.

“No tears, baby girl. Not unless they are from the pleasure we are about to give you.”

Even though I know I need to give us a chance, I am still scared.

Eleven

Aster

Everything after that is a blur of motion and screams.

Someone fists my borrowed shirt and my new panties lay massacred to the side.

Two push me toward the top of the bed until I’m on my back, spread wide open. The other pushes my legs wider and a set of shoulders braces me open for an attack against my wet pussy. Now they know the truth. The whole time I was kneeling in front of them, I dripped all over my panties for them.

“She’s already wet for us, gentlemen.”

Cool slate gray glides up my body and I hook my gaze to Mirsha’s before he dips his head to feast on his goddaughter.

“Mirsha!” I cry out. I will forever recognize the demanding force of his mouth until the day I die. Hungry and possessive.

I arch off the bed and fist my fingers into thick, dark hair. Hot liquid drips from my core and he licks it up, wraps his lips around my clit, and tugs.

“Oh, God!”

He chuckles and goes right back to drinking my juices.

His hands dive under my ass and he holds me open like a delectable dish of forbidden fruit. I get another sighting of those intense steel-colored eyes and I fall hopelessly in love all over again.

“Sweet, irresistible honey,” he croons in soft words of lust. “I have dreamed of this, Aster. Craved your pussy so deeply, I swear I could taste your sweetness just by closing my eyes.”

Viper comes over from the right and moves my attention his way. “Give me your mouth,” he husks deeply.

And I do.

Two sets of hands move over me as I lose myself to my godfathers’ touches. My strength is waning away and I no longer remember why I fought them so hard to get to this point tonight.

Fingers graze down the slit of my pussy and continue on. I press into the seeking touch and the rumble of appreciation feels fucking fantastic against my drenched folds.

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