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And then it was the heavy gaze of three pairs of eyes solely on her that turned her body into an inferno of chaos.

Them.

Aston Branch.

Konnor Stone.

Houston Forbes.

Collectively, they were known as the Masters of Pegasus.

The heads, the rulers, the kings.

To the outside world, they were three multibillionaire giants who casually owned everything they touched.

She swallowed a fresh wave of anxiety and trepidation while her body continued to slip and slide through a series of physiological events that stirred every part of her.

Her breath faltered. She started to gasp for air. The heat of their sudden presence devoured her instantaneously. The scent of their cologne wafted toward her. And the power in their bodies swept over her and then reduced her to nothing in their wake.

She bit her lip so hard that a trickle of blood settled on her tongue, but she was still unable to stop the whimper from escaping her mouth.

Her body had morphed from being on fire to being set ablaze so violently she could taste her fear and her panic in her mouth as well.

The throb in her breasts gave way to a brutal, unbearable pulsing that she felt in her soul. Her nipples started to burn, and the sudden feverish blanket that engulfed her breasts and made them unbearably heavy and burdensome spread to between her legs, where now the wetness that clung to her folds dripped to her thighs.

She released an array of heaving breaths as she tried to calm the fire consuming her from the inside.

She’d so bravely drank the tea the female attendants had given her, but even knowing its effects didn’t prepare her for the mind-altering frenzy changing the nature of her body.

All so they, the Masters of Pegasus, could drink from her breasts.

Chapter Three

Winter Creer.

Their virgin offering. A stunning vision of unmatched beauty trained her whole life to give them her body to breed any way they saw fit.

Aston Branch clenched his jaw ever so slightly. He couldn’t deny the unmistakable tension rising in his body at the sight of her. One glance on either side of him at Konnor Stone and Houston Forbes, his bonded brothers, the men he would die for and kill for without question, told him they were experiencing the same thing.

They hadn’t expected her to pierce their impenetrable shields enough so they would actually notice her simply because they hadn’t cared what the Creer girl looked like.

They just had to take her virginity, pump their seed inside her, and take their heir from her. It was her blood that was the most important thing, not the look of her face or the curves of her body.

All that mattered was that she was Jonathan Creer’s daughter.

That she was of his blood.

Setting his jaw down tightly, Aston took a moment to truly look at her. Even with her eyes masked, the perfect symmetry of her face was still clearly visible.

But for all her bravado, the way she stood with a hint of defiance that she hadn’t managed to hide, they could each see the way her body trembled under the sheer dress she wore, the way she kept biting her bottom lip to stop it from quivering.

They could see the fever rising in her. Her breasts swelled before their eyes. Her sweet nipples frantically strained against the transparent material of the garment she wore, held to her body with nothing more than a ribbon at her waist.

A tingling sensation throbbed on his tongue at the thought of feeding on the milk filling up her breasts so lusciously. Enough for the three of them to be fully satiated.

Aston stopped the blood rushing to his cock before he got completely hard for her. By the look on their faces, Konnor and Houston did the same.

There was going to be a time to fuck her, but it wasn’t now. Not even at midnight, when they were supposed to take her virginity. No. The exquisite wonder before them didn’t know she was just a chess piece in the grand scheme of their personal crusade.

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