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“Touch yourself if you have to; keep your hands off her,” Cain growls.

“Mmm I love breath play.” Dean’s somewhat stifled words make it out. Then his eyes are back on me, and he winks. I have nowhere to go in Cain’s hold. He’s gripping me and gluing me to the wall. The pressure is building as he claims me, my cheeks flush, and my breathing becomes hot and heavy.

This is so messed up. I shouldn’t like this. My nervous energy bubbles beneath the surface, making every touch, every look, hit a little bit harder.

“Cain…” I whimper, my fingertips trembling against the wall.

“You’re doing so well for me, Kitten.”

“Ahh…” I close my eyes; I’m getting close. A thumb and forefinger grab my chin, and I open my eyes to see Dean staring down at me.

“Smotri na menya.” Eyes on me. His full lips drop open as he looks at me with hooded eyes.

“I-ahh… I can’t.” I close them again, his gaze burning deeper into me as my pleasure climbs higher.

It’s all because of Cain… It’s all Cain…

I tell myself, no, I try to convince myself.

It’s his modifications. It’s the hormones.

It’s useless. It’s lies.

“Smotri na menya. Konchish dlya menya, Zvyozdochka.” Eyes on me. You’ll come for me, Little Star. Dean says as he grips my jaw tighter until my eyes flutter open again and I meet his gaze.

“Vedi sebya!” Behave! Cain growls, pulling Dean back and slamming him against the wall again. His fingers dig deeper into the sides of his throat until he releases my jaw. My body transitions in an instant, responding to his authoritative tone. Cain only uses Russian when we are in mindset.

“Yes, Sir.” Dean rasps out.

“Mm!” I’m done for. My breath comes out in heavy pants, my body quivers, and my fingertips dig into the wall as the orgasm rips through me.

“Ugh!” Dean buckles, his abs convulse, and he slams his fists against the wall. Releasing Dean’s neck, Cain slides out of me and spins me around. The sheet falls to the floor, leaving me completely exposed. I flinch as my brutalized back collides with the wall. Cain lifts me and thrusts himself deep and hard inside of me. He kisses my neck, my jaw, my mouth. Devouring me as he thrusts again and again until he’s bursting and pulsing from his pleasure.

“You will never get this again.” He growls against my lips, speaking to both of us. “I will fuck you in the streets if that’s what it takes for everyone to understand that you belong to me.”

That should bother me, right? But after being his secret for so long, I wouldn’t even mind a raw public display of ownership. I might even like it.

“Fuck, Violet… Your back.” Dean’s voice breaks as he ghosts his hand over the lupine field. Cain pulls out of me, tugging me away from the wall to give Dean a full view of his masterpiece.

“She’s something else, isn’t she?” I smile. To be something else to a man like him sends a spark through me. While he sees art everywhere, it takes something special to captivate him.

“You haven’t told him yet, have you?” I bite my lower lip and shake my head.

“Well… I’ll leave you to it. Thanks for the good time. I need to go fuck my wife now.” Dean winks and clicks his tongue at me, then leaves, shutting the door behind him.

“Haven’t told me what?” Cain asks, his voice low as he pulls his sweats back up. Grabbing the sheet, he tenderly wraps it around me like he didn’t just administer the most erotic punishment imaginable.

“I’m pregnant,” I say, clutching my fingers around the cloth. Cain’s brow wrinkles, his eyes are hard on me, and his chest rises and falls like he’s trying to hold himself back. I swallow. He’s always said he wanted to get me pregnant; he even tried. Was it just a kink for him?

His Adam’s apple bobs in a swallow; then he glances at the door for a beat and drops his head. His hand clenches into a fist at his side as he closes his eyes, his breath becoming harsh.

“She’s yours,” I say. I imagine that’s what’s going through his head. Cain meets my gaze, his chest rising and falling in deep, controlled breaths.

“She?” Cain asks, wrapping one arm around my waist while the other gently slides up my back, burying his face into my hair.

“Well, I don’t know yet. It’s still too early to know for sure on a scan.”

“I’m sorry, I should have noticed. You don’t look pregnant.”