Tyler kisses me, making me gasp as he grinds between my thighs. “The reason you haven’t gotten pregnant again is because you haven’t been happy. Your body knows when you’re stressed. Everything will change now that we’re all together. Felix and I will get you pregnant, baby. I promise. You’ll be filled with cum non-stop. You’ll be having so much sex, there’s no chance you won’t get pregnant.”
I smile, hoping his words are true. I love seeing Tyler like this again—the happy, carefree guy I fell so deeply in love with all those years ago.
A perfect idea springs to mind. I lick my lips, pulsing with desire as I look at the two brothers. “There’s one more thing I want.”
“Anything. It’s yours.” Tyler kisses my neck, growing harder by the second as his hips rock against me.
I place a hand on Tyler’s chest, pressing space between us so he can see how serious I am with these next words to him and Felix. “There won’t be a traditional marriage between us, but I want to be married to the two of you in our own way. You’ll both be my husbands, even if it’s not legal. I want a ceremony that fits us. A blood promise.” I stroke my finger along their hand scars. “We’ll reopen our scars and share blood.”
“Done,” Felix says without a second of hesitation, his voice husky. “Now I have a request. Take our last name. I want everyone to know you’re ours.”
My lips twitch with pleasure. “Harper Blackwood? Yes. I love the sound of it.”
“Fuck, yes,” Tyler growls, hitching the bedsheets higher up my thighs with urgency.
I’m wet, ready for him again, turned on by the thought of us three fucking in this office, but I need to say one last thing before we get too carried away.
“There’s more,” I moan as Tyler rubs against my clit while Felix unwraps the bedsheets, stroking my nipples. “The two of you will give me my party I never got to properly attend, from the night Felix was taken away. We’ll return to the hedge maze for our ceremony. I want spectators watching us exchange vows. Witnesses to our union. They’ll watch us draw blood. Then they’ll watch us consummate our marriage.”
The two brothers stop their advancements and look at me in shock. Then their gaze switches to each other and they smirk.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
HARPER
The cold midnight breeze ruffles my veil as I approach the heart of the hedge maze. There’s dirt between my toes. My wedding gown is an elegant piece of lingerie Felix and Tyler chose for me when planning this ceremony, ivory and mid-thigh length. I picked flowers from the garden moments ago as a bouquet.
This wedding isn’t about extravagance but love and commitment, followed by a primal connection of sex. It’s the three of us sealing the bond that has consumed us since childhood. A bond that is wrong to the world but so right to us.
A week has passed since I initiated the idea of this wedding, allowing Tyler more time to heal. Fire torches flicker in the heart of the maze, growing brighter with each step I take closer. Memories surface of being scolded as a child for playing in here where it was dangerous, yet how I kept sneaking back in time after time to be alone with my boys. Years later, losing my virginity within these hedges.
I can’t think of a more appropriate place to marry Felix and Tyler.
My heart is hammering when I reach the center and see them waiting for me. My future husbands, standing side by side, devouring me with their gazes, desperate to claim all of me and call me their wife. They’re not wearing much more than I am. Long, black pants without shirts.
Behind them, on the outskirts of the clearing, I notice movement. A dozen masked figures stand quietly, dressed in black—the audience of strangers Felix sourced.
This is insane, having sex in front of a crowd. I’ve lost my mind but I don’t care. I’m free falling with the men I love. There’s no more holding back. No shame. No rules to live by.
I continue forward, my bare feet pressing into the cool earth, until there’s no distance between me and my men.
“Our bride,” Tyler whispers, taking my hand. “The most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”
Felix watches me with silent intensity. Heat blooms low in my tummy as I’m reminded of us as kids, how I’d catch Felix watching me like I belonged to him. It always made me nervous but in a way I liked. He was a snake and I was his prey. I never wanted him to stop looking at me.
I drop my bouquet to the ground. “Both of you are finally mine. The three of us,always.”
“The three of us, always,” they repeat, drawing back my veil together.
My breath hitches when Felix kneels in front of me, kissing my inner thigh while retrieving the dagger from my garter.
He wraps my fingers around the handle before returning to his feet. “My Little Sinner. Are you ready to begin?”
“Yes.” I nod, slightly nervous.
I take Felix’s hand first, living through déjà vu of my ten-year-old self slicing his palm with a shard of glass. As with that day, Felix doesn’t flinch when I run the blade along his palm, reopening his scar and drawing blood. He doesn’t show any sign of pain, just obsession in those deep green eyes.
Blood drips down Felix’s wrist. With his bleeding palm, he grabs my jaw, bringing my lips to his in a deep kiss. Blood smears across my mouth. Felix is painting me in his blood, marking me, and I love it. I kiss him harder, addicted to his taste.
