Page 30 of Claimed By the Billionaires

This.

Them.

Not of her own accord, her legs started to move in their direction. Her gaze remained fixed on them as she closed the distance between them.

She wanted to thank them earnestly and sincerely from the bottom of her heart. It didn’t matter if they were driven by ulterior motives or not. They’d given her the best day of her life. She got to be normal, and strangely, being normal under their watchful eye generated a radiance in her soul that she had been trying to douse since she’d first seen images of them online when she was nineteen years old.

Like kings rising from their thrones, they unfolded their bodies to their full heights. She swallowed down the mixture of fear and awe at the sheer power emanating from their very pores and at the low, dangerous bristles that came from their chests, which intensified the air around her. She should have stopped, turned around, climbed back into the bed, and covered her head with the duvet.

She didn’t. She couldn’t stop herself from going to them. Nothing could. “Stop.” Aston’s hardened tone made her frown, but it wasn’t enough to falter her steps or make her stop.

“If you come any closer, we’re not going to be responsible for what we do, Winter,” Houston said, strained and harshly. She took more steps toward them.

She had no idea what she was doing. Except that the fire in her heart was the thing leading her forward. She could smell their cologne. They’d showered and changed out of their suits as well.

Clad in jeans and t-shirts, they took her breath away the same way they did in suits. Her gaze flitted over the tattoos on their arms, but the dimness made it impossible for her to see exactly what was inked into their skin. She caught glimpses of wings and instinctively thought it was their house insignia, Pegasus.

They were the Masters of Pegasus, after all.

“I just wanted to thank you—” She was so close, she could now feel their body heat blaze through her.

“Fuck,” Konnor roared.

The atmosphere around her sizzled with imminence. The threat of violence and danger in their eyes and in their demeanors should have warned her away. But she’d lost her mind, her need for self-preservation, and stood directly in the path of lethal chaos. What happened next was going to change the trajectory of her life forever from the course it had been set since the day she was born.

Accepting her destiny blindly was one thing. Attaching her heart to that fate was another thing. A dangerous thing. A fatal thing.

“Please,” she said, not saying the words she felt with every fiber of her being.

Touch me, please. Touch me--now.

She gasped in shock as Aston roughly lifted her and pinned her to the wall. The sheet fell from her body to pool at her feet, leaving her completely naked.

Grasping both her wrists in one of his hands, he trapped them above her head, forcing her to arch her back as she balanced herself on the tips of her toes.

She ferociously hissed as he parted her thighs and then slipped his hand between her legs. Winter closed her eyes in shame, knowing he was going to find her hot and wet when his fingers skimmed her pussy.

Trying to shut her legs proved futile.

She watched in stunned awe as Aston licked three of his fingers before he dipped them into her core. Immediately, she clenched down on the foreignness in her pussy, the fullness overwhelming her and robbing her breath.

Dear god.

“You want our cocks here?” Aston growled softly, pushing his fingers a little deeper into her. Her body couldn’t take it. He was going to tear her apart.

She blinked at him until tears rolled down her face, the same way more wetness dripped down his fingers. She didn’t know what to say.

“You have one chance to say no, and we’ll take you back to your father right now. One chance.”

Instantly, in the deepest part of her, she knew that something else—something sinister and insidious, with catastrophic consequences attached—awaited her if she didn’t say no.

But in that moment, even if death awaited her, she couldn’t bring herself to say the word.

“I’m the Pegasus virgin,” she whispered. It was written on scrolls centuries ago. She was their virgin if they wanted her. That was her role in this life.

She registered the clenching of his jaw and the dark thundering of his gray eyes, and behind him, Konnor and Houston mirrored his wrath, but at that point, she had no idea what it meant—just that her world was going to come crumbling down on her, and even if she had a hundred years to guess why, she would still need more time.

Her heart broke in three pieces for something bad that was bound to happen, and nothing she did could stop it.

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