Alec stared straight into her eyes as she came apart, thrusting up into her as she wailed, his focus unbroken, unyielding. Nick held her steady through it, his breath ragged against her shoulder.
I stayed where I was, watching it all, my hand tight around myself, taking my time.
Ten days of restraint burned off in seconds.
And I knew, as I watched her shudder and sag between them, that none of us were interested in pretending we could go back to holding ourselves apart again.
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Nick used his hand, slow and deliberate, massaging his dick as he stayed pressed close, making certain that every last drop was worked deep inside Ella’s arsehole. He didn’t rush it. He never did. Alec watched with lazy satisfaction, holding her down against his chest, one arm hooked securely around her as though she might drift away if he loosened his grip. His fingers bit into her hips, possessive and unyielding, even as she lay collapsed against him, breathless and spent.
“You both made good time,” Alec drawled, amusement thick in his voice. He tipped his head down and pressed a kiss to the top of Ella’s hair—a rare gesture, unguarded and almost tender in its timing.
Nick finally untangled himself from them just as I rose to my feet. I didn’t look away when his come spilled free, gushing out of her and leaving a careless white trail as it slid down Alec’s cock, over his balls, and into the sheets below. The sight tightened something sharp and ugly in my chest.
I moved onto the bed to take Nick’s place without hesitation. He didn’t retreat to the chair this time. Instead, he sat beside us, one hand rubbing slow, steady circles into Ella’s back, grounding her while her body still twitched in the aftermath.
“Just one more load,” he murmured, already reaching for the lube and pressing it into my palm.
Alec’s fingers returned to her without prompting, prying her cheeks apart again and spreading that recently used hole open for me, unbothered by the way my jaw clenched at his familiarity.
“Hurry up,” he added with a smug tilt of his mouth.“It’s her lunchtime.”
I shot him a glare, sharp and unfiltered. We all knew I couldn’t fault him—not when Ella had gone to him willingly—and the bastard knew exactly why it grated.
“Yeah,” Nick chimed in easily as he stood.“I need a smoke.”
The casualness of it only tightened the coil of frustration in my chest as Alec’s smile widened, fully aware he’d gotten under my skin—and enjoyed every second of it.
It was only when Ella’s soft laughter spilled into the room that the tension finally loosened its grip on me. The sound was unguarded, warm—real in a way that cut through everything else.
“Leave him alone,” she said, lifting her head, her voice still threaded with amusement.
She did the one thing guaranteed to silence Alec. She kissed him.
It wasn’t hurried or dramatic. Just deliberate enough to redirect the moment, to remind us who held the reins without ever needing to say it aloud.
Nick’s eyes found mine, and we shared a quiet smile—an understanding that didn’t need words. This was never how it was meant to go.
She had always been positioned as a pawn on the board, something to be moved and claimed. But we recognised a queen the moment she stepped into her power. A filthy little fucktoy made only for us—yes—but one who chose her place, who bent without breaking.
And we loved her all the more for that surrender.
Chapter 60
Ella
My belly and my breasts pressed against Alec as he devoured my mouth. The hot, wet heat between us didn’t feel dirty—it felt right. Necessary. His fingers tightened on my flesh, spreading me wider as Rowan shifted, taking his place behind me. The pain made my pussy clench around Alec’s cock, a sharp pull that tore a gasp from my throat and straight into Alec’s mouth.
For almost two weeks I’d watched them fuss and bicker over me, hover and adjust and argue about soup and rest and blankets. Not once did they try to push for intimacy. Not once did they reach for me the way they usually did. Somewhere in that stretch of time, the shock dulled. The anger softened at the edges. I found myself watching them instead—quietly, carefully—seeing how all three of them gravitated toward me and the life growing inside me without ever needing to discuss it.
Their idea of family was twisted. It had taken time to even begin to understand it. There was no jealousy. No tallying of whose baby it might be. They were happy. Every single one of them looked forward to our child as if the answer had never mattered.
Alec’s teeth grazed my lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth, dragging a breathless sound out of me.
“Give her what she needs,” Nick grumbled, but the hand he placed on my shoulder was gentle, grounding.
My eyes closed as I felt Rowan behind me.
