Wrapping her blonde hair around my fist, I pull her head slightly and press my lips to hers. She gasps into my mouth asKnox pushes inside her ass. I kiss her quickly before breaking it to praise her.
“You’re taking my brothers so well, Little Heathen. Like the fucking queen you are.”
Her eyes fill with unshed tears and for a moment I worry that they’re hurting her until she shakes her head.
“I love you—all of you—so much. I’m just being a stupid girl.”
Killian growls underneath her as he pushes inside her pussy hard.
“A fucking perfect girl. Our wife.”
She moans softly as her eyes roll back, pleasure visible as my brothers fuck her.
“I love being called your wife. It means something to me. Everything to me.”
Knox places his hands on her hips and fucks her as I watch her beautiful tits bounce with every movement.
“Carter!” she cries out, reaching for my face. I lean closer to her and kiss her, long and slow, licking at her sweet tongue. When she screams out in an orgasm, she does it in my mouth, her body trembling wildly.
Once both of my brothers come inside her, she collapses on Killian's chest with a long, drawn-out sigh.
“Please don’t let me wake up tomorrow and find this was all a dream.”
Knox places a soft kiss on her back before getting up.
“No, Tesoro, you’ll wake up tomorrow and realize you married three men who know they’ll never deserve you but will try every single day to be worthy of you. I’ll be back. I’m going to take a shower.”
Heather rolls off of Kill and pats the bed beside her, lips pulling up into a tired smile.
I move beside her as she giggles, sounding light and carefree.
“I need a minimum of two of my husbands at all times.”
“Needy girl.” Killian says with a smirk.
“The neediest.”
Heather rolls into my arms and I kiss the top of her head.
“Aftercare or sleep, wife?”
She yawns against my chest.
“I’ll take a rain check for the aftercare. I’m exhausted.”
Killian rubs her lower back as she moans sweetly.
“Sleep baby.”
Tomorrow we go to the asylum and deal with what’s left for us there. And then it’ll be fucking done.
Chapter Sixty-Eight
KNOX
We are in the kitchen having coffee when Heather walks in, looking like the fierce killer she is.
“Good morning,” we all say to her, but I grin when I get the first kiss of the day as I hold up a cup for her.
