The three of us have made something unconventional work.
Life may never be an easy road, but it’s so worth it when you find happiness. I glimpse Finn’s gaze on me. “What?”
“I’m just thinking that we’re finally here,” he says. “We made it and I honestly didn’t think we would.”
“Because of your fears.”
He nods.
“It’s also because you both are so damn stubborn,” Zaria adds as she rolls onto her back. The fact that her tiny tank top no longer holds her full breasts makes my cock hard. I lean down and capture a nipple in my mouth, causing her to forget her chastisement of us, and instead, she moans as my tongue flicks over the hardened bud.
“Shit,” Finn growls, and his mouth works her other nipple. Her hands tangle in our hair, and she holds us close. I skate my fingers over her body, down to her pussy, where I tease her clit with slow circles.
She’s been a horny little wench since becoming pregnant, and we’ve thoroughly enjoyed teasing and taunting her. Her wetness coats my finger as I suck on her breast. When I finally look up, her pupils have dilated, the dark middle expanding as desire takes a hold of her.
“I need…” Her words fizzle into silence when I dip two fingers inside her pussy. “Oh god,” Zaria moans out loud.
Finn moves down to where my fingers are, and his tongue darts out to taste Zaria’s arousal as it coats my fingers. My cock is throbbing as he takes both digits into his mouth and sucks the juices from them. Our gazes lock for a heated moment before he goes to lap at her pretty cunt that’s leaking her sweet juice.
I move to kneel, before I tug my sweatpants down to my thighs. My cock is thick and hard as Zaria wraps her fingers around the shaft and slowly, teasingly, strokes me until I’m groaning as pleasure zips through me.
Her mouth sucks the tip, the warmth of her sending shivers down my spine as Finn moves until he’s kneeling between her thighs. I lean over to kiss him. The flavor of Zaria’s pussy on his lips as we share the sweet honey.
“Fuck,” he groans as I suck on his tongue while he strokes his cock, slapping it on the smooth pussy that’s dripping wet for us. With Zaria sucking me deep, I reach for Finn’s cock and I stroke it until he’s close to the edge.
His arousal coating my hand as I guide him to her entrance. With a slow thrust, he enters her pussy, causing her to moan around my cock. I’m so fucking close to coming, I focus on the pleasure that’s taking a hold of my body.
Finn’s movements are gentle as he pulls out and slides back into her body. The naughty girl plays with my balls as she takes me into her throat. The soft gagging sounds are enough to have me riding the line of orgasm yet again.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her, but she doesn’t relent. Instead, she grips the base of my shaft and toys with the piercings along the underside of my cock. Her tongue flicks against the bars, sending euphoria zipping through me like an electric storm.
My focus is on my dick as she swallows me deep once more and then, she hums approval. The vibrations send pure lust through me and I lose all control, my orgasm rocking through me.
White sparks behind my eyelids as I groan in pleasure. The fact that we’re all three lost in the desire that’s perfumed the room has me jutting my hips until the last drops of my seed coat Zaria’s tongue. When I glance down, she’s smiling up at me, her mouth still filled with my release.
As I move, Finn leans down and kisses her. Watching them share my cum is a sight that has me needing more. “Fuck,” I curse out through clenched teeth. “You two look so fucking hot.” They toy with my release, before swallowing it. Finn’s hips pick up their pace, and I know he’s close. I reach for him then, my finger teasing his ass as I slip a digit inside.
“Oh fuck, you’re going to make me lose it,” he warns, which has me chuckling. I scissor him open, dipping two fingers in. I finger-fuck him faster as his hips slam into Zaria. It doesn’t take him long to groan out loud. His body shuddering as his hands hold onto her hips, keeping her in place.
The moment he pulls out, I lean in and lick Zaria’s pussy, enjoying the flavor of Finn and her mixed together like an elixir. I bring her to a screaming orgasm as I suck on her clit, biting down until my name is chanted over and over again.
And as we slowly fall asleep moments later, I can’t help but do it with a smile on my face.
Have you met the other two brothers yet? If not, click here to meet Damien, or click here to meet Cassian.
Do you want to know more about the game - The Burning Roses? Grab it for FREE right now!
Sign up for my newsletter and receive a free novella from me.
Intrigued by the Gilded Sovereign and Ares? Keep reading for a sneak peek, or click here to grab Cruel War!
SNEAK PEEK - CRUEL WAR
PROLOGUE
ABNER
I’m pacing a pathway in the carpet of my office as I think about the future. My youngest son’s sixteenth birthday is coming up, and I know I’m going to have to tell him about the Sovereign. But I have a feeling he already knows.
Glancing at the clock on the wall above the fireplace, I note it’s almost midnight. My plan is in place for next week. It took me years to make sure I had the right people in my corner. And it’s finally time.
My office door clicks open, and Philipe saunters in with a smile on his face. My eldest son, who is eighteen now, is like me: cold and ruthless, and he doesn’t care for anyone outside our family. That’s what a true Sovereign is, but Ares, I worry about him. I don’t know if he has it in him to join us.
“The job is done,” Philipe tells me, satisfaction on his face at the admission. The blood splattered on his shirt is evidence that he’s finished the job correctly.
“Good,” I nod, before turning to my desk to pick up the folder. Philipe will take over the head of the table from me when he turns twenty-one, but he’s been doing odd jobs for me since he came of age.
Once he joins the Sovereign, he’ll have all the power I ensured for him. This is our legacy. I hand him the manila folder and watch him flip it open.
“They voted this evening,” I tell him. “You’re taking my seat at the table, you’ll only be sworn in when you hit the age set out in our history. Ares will be the second chair once he’s old enough.”
“I doubt Greg will be happy about this,” my son remarks. The second eldest member of the Crowns, Gregory Birchwood, wasn’t happy about two Lancasters at the table, but he can’t do anything about it. His daughter isn’t allowed to step up. Grecia Birchwood isn’t meant to wear the gilded crown.
“He made his vote. There’s no going back. The oath was signed; blood was shed.” I make my way to the armoire, which sits in the corner of my office and pour myself and Philipe a shot of whiskey. Handing a tumbler to him, I lift my own. “To the Sovereign and the rule of the Lancasters.” I clink my glass on my son’s, and a smile beams from his face.
It’s uncanny how much he looks just like his mother. There’s a soft golden hue to his light brown hair, and his eyes, the color of the freshly grown grass on a hot summer’s day, match hers almost identically. I watch him take a sip before he narrows his gaze on me.