Page 98 of Reign of Psychos

Dar and Kyril had disappeared to clean up, but Lan watched us, his cock hard again.

“Fuck my mouth, nerd boy,” I begged. “I want to taste you.”

Milo edged closer, close enough to slip an inch inside my mouth. The salty flavor of him burst on my tongue and I opened wider, hoping he’d take the hint. After a moment of hesitation, he pushed a bit further, nudging the back of my throat. I gagged a little, but relaxed enough to take him deeper.

“Good girl.” Cassian’s praise caused a shudder of pleasure to wash over me. I was so close. Close enough that I wanted to take them with me.

I rocked my hips, forcing Cassian to pick up the pace. His fingers gripped my hips tighter, digging into my soft flesh. Milo reached out and stroked my cheek. He smiled down at me.

“I love you, angel.”

“Love you too.” At least that’s what I said in my head. In reality, the words came out all garbled because my mouth was full.

I sucked harder, feeling my orgasm approach fast and hard. Just as I fell apart, Milo came with a muffled groan, spilling into my mouth. Landon grunted and spurted over his abs, some of it hitting Milo, who shuddered in horror at being exposed to Lan’s ejaculate.

Not that Landon cared. He just grinned with satisfaction.

Cassian tensed beneath me and then came with a groan, pulling me close for a kiss, not caring my mouth still tasted of Milo.

“I love you, baby girl.”

“And I love you,” I told him.

“I love you all,” Landon announced.

“I don’t fucking love you. You’re an asshole. The only reason I put up with your bullshit is that Thea would kill me if I murdered you.” Dario sneered. I turned around to see him and Kyril dressed in shorts.

Kyril winked at me. “I’ve drawn you a bath, kitten. And charged your Kindle.”

“I love you,” I called. “You’re officially my favorite husband.”

“Hey! That’s not fair!”

I left them to their stupid arguments and wandered into my bedroom, where a fragrant tub of water awaited me. Along with some delicious pastries and a glass of passion fruit juice.

Now I was no longer as horny, I planned to catch up with my latest book boyfriends: a trio of deliciously sexy wolf shifters who’d rescued a traumatized, abused girl in a snowstorm. It was a very relateable story (for me) and I was looking forward to finding out what the asshole one, Tanner, did next.

As I sank into the water, I reflected on how different my life looked these days.

I’d never expected to find love with five men. Or be a mom with another baby on the way. Lucian and Torrance were dead and buried. My father remained in prison, kept in solitary forhis own protection, and thanks to Kyril, Marku and his minions were no longer a threat.

Even the Cantaloa Cartel had agreed to leave us alone.

Not long after we arrived in the US, Santiago Cantaloa reached out to me. We met for breakfast in a luxe hotel in Manhattan. Naturally, the guys all came along for the ride, even though I assured them I could handle it.

Things were tense for a while, but once we realized Santiago had no beef with me, everyone relaxed. Even Kyril.

I opened my Kindle and started reading. Five minutes later, the door opened and Landon waltzed in.

“Room for one more?” He dropped his shorts and climbed into the tub, not bothering to wait for my answer.

“Look up co-dependent in the dictionary,” I grumbled. “You’ll find your name listed.”

“Don’t be mean. I come bearing snacks.” He reached down and pulled a bar of chocolate from his shorts’ pocket.

I took it with a smile. “You’re my favorite husband,” I grinned, twisting around to kiss him. “Now be quiet and let me enjoy my book boyfriends for a while.”

“Lie back, wifey, I got you.”

He slid his fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp as I found my place in the story. Life really didn’t get any better than this.

The end.