Page 113 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

He moves her to the coffee table and bends her over it as I free myself and sink into her scalding heat on one long, claiming thrust.

She takes me with a moan that vibrates through both of us.

Caleb turns her face and offers his cock. Obediently she opens her mouth, as if she’s desperate to be filled by us.

I grip her hipbones and drive, watching the three of us in the dark glass beyond the table.

For eight years, I built the cage.

I did not expect the way my chest would tighten when she trusted us enough to remain inside it.

I reach around her and take off the clamp.

She comes apart with a scream, clenching so hard I have to lock my jaw.

Moments later, Caleb follows, groaning low, spilling across her tongue.

I last only a few more strokes before I bury myself to the hilt and come with a sound I barely recognize, flooding her, holding her through every pulse as if the world beyond us has ceased to exist.

We ease her onto the couch, and she tips her head back, completely limp and undone.

Gently, sucking and rolling, Caleb removes the remaining clamps.

We should take her to bed. Clean her. Let her sleep.

Instead, I flatten my palm over the soft plane of her stomach, and the image arrives without mercy. Sophie rounded. Heavy. Carrying what we just put in her. Ours in a way even rings and vows cannot touch.

Her lashes lift. She covers my hand with hers, sleepy and unsuspecting, and smiles as if the worst of the night is over. I smile back, because I am not ready to tell her what I know.

That the next eight years have just begun.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Sophie

My phone erupts beside my head, dragging me awake so violently that I lurch upright before I have any idea where I am.

Sunlight spills through unfamiliar curtains, bright and desert-white, turning the enormous bedroom into a blur of cream linens, dark furniture, and floor-to-ceiling glass.

Then memory crashes over me.

The wedding.

Two rings on my finger.

Las Vegas.

My husbands.

The word still feels impossible, a piece of someone else’s life that has somehow attached itself to mine.

The phone continues to vibrate against the nightstand. I reach for it, but the sudden movement sends an intimate ache through my body. My inner thighs protest, and my pussy is sore enough that I wince as I shift beneath the tangled sheet.

Heat creeps into my face despite the fact that I’m alone.

Very alone, I realize.

The wide bed stretches empty on both sides of me. I touch the space where Caleb slept, then Lucian’s side. The sheets are cool beneath my palms.