She didn’t know what they would make her body do for them. Or how she would help them destroy her father in the process.
The thought of her hating them afterward settled like lead in his heart, but Aston brushed it aside, returning to his cold self again.
A quick glance between the three of them reiterated their stance. They’d grown up with a single ideology and trained like machines; their task was to wipe the world of their enemies, and the ones they left standing would wish they were dead as well.
Taking her virginity would be like fucking any other woman, Aston reminded himself. Her innocence meant nothing to them in the grand scheme of things. They could part her thighs and take it from her in a heartbeat.
What mattered was fucking her until she was pregnant with a child they’d seeded. If Creer thought the Pegasus virgin would play a key role in raising their offspring and would be revered until her death, he was dead wrong.
Mostly… because she wasn’ttheirvirgin.
Aston steeled himself against the feel of her hot little body against him, her breasts rising and falling with every strained breath she took. He iced his blood and kept his eye on the objective.
The ultimate goal.
Beside him, Konnor and Houston stood rigidly still. They knew what was at stake. Getting their seed inside her was more important than her.
But as she neared, Aston’s cold, dark heart started to pound in his chest. He heard low, soft grunts coming from Konnor and Houston as well.
Her scent, the one of baby oil and vanilla that seemed to come from her very pores, blossomed before them as she closed the distance.
Watching her fall onto her knees stirred their cocks and heated their blood.
Fuck her.
Brand her.
Breed her.
Victory would be theirs.
With hands that trembled so badly she could barely do anything, she prettily unbuttoned their jeans and then revealed their erect cocks. So hard for her already, controlling the natural urge to fuck her proved to be a monumental task like no other they’d undertaken.
The soft gasp of her breath echoed like music around them, and then—fuck—her mouth opened, and she slipped his cock onto her tongue.
Aston growled against the sensation that felt as if he had died a thousand deaths. That fleeting wet touch of her mouth on his hardness measured more tortuous than any life-threatening training they’d gone through when all he wanted to do was come down her lovely throat.
She did the same to Konnor and Houston; she just drew their cocks onto her tongue as if to weigh them and sample them just a little.
And then her lush, pillowy lips parted further. Her dainty hand tightened around the base of their shafts before her tongue boldly swirled around their glistening heads.
Aston gritted his teeth together, uncaring if he sawed them off against each other. Konnor and Houston mirrored his responses to her sweet, innocent mouth.
She sucked them fully now, gagged as she took them deep into her throat, and cleverly breathed through her nose.
Aston curled his hand around the throat of the girl, trembling at their feet. Konnor and Houston had already taken hold of her hair, pulling her mouth off their cocks.
Pre-cum dripped from their heads, and defying their hold on her, she swiped her thumb over their pre-cum and laid her cheek against Aston’s cock, letting him leave a wet print of his pre-cum on her cheek.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It was time they took her virginity. It was time they started to reveal themselves.
They already knew her father had started asking questions and that he was nervous, worried, and unsure of what was happening exactly. Mentioning the name of his best friend, William Spike, was all it took to set their plans in motion.
In his frenzy and uncertainty, he’d want to bring his daughter home until he had all the facts. He wasn’t going to find her. Not here. But he’d definitely call her, tell her to come home, and try to escape them.
By tomorrow morning, he’d be supplied with concrete proof that he was right to want to get his daughter away from them.