We’d all moved into Blackwell House last week after taking over as the Princes of Sin–officially.Harlow and the guys had bought a country house down near the Cotswold’s so that Edith could live near Archie and the six of them could start a new life without the weight of the order resting on them all the time in Blackwell. The other houses and manors will remain in our possession should we need them, but this house was the only one that felt right.
Cocoa trots in from another room and curls up against Lachlan’s feet. I smile when I see him try to sneak a treat discreetly from his pocket and feed it to her.
No wonder he’s her favorite.
The alarm goes off on my phone–a reminder to take my birth control. Alex pauses his piano playing, and I sit up and walk over to my handbag, rummaging around for the small packet of pills.
“That’s weird,” I muse, turning my handbag over and emptying the contents. “Has anyone seen my pills?”
The deathly silence that greets me puts me on high alert. Narrowing my eyes, I look back at the guys and see Max smirking at Lachlan.
“You’re fucking joking,” I grumble, throwing my handbag onto the table and marching over to where the four of them are sitting innocently–Alex included.
I pin my gaze on Lachlan–the most likely culprit. I thought Max had the biggest breeding kink, but Lachlan? He’s always trying to convince me to skip a pill. When I suggested johnnies instead, he looked like I’d wounded him.
“Is this your grand plan? Hide my pills? I hate to break it to you, but I have more stashed in my bathroom.”
“Yeah, he flushed those, too,” Max says slowly. My mouth drops open but before I can yell and scream at them, he smiles. “I helped him.”
“You bloody arseholes,” I growl, stalking over to Lachlan, bending forward, and pushing him back against the couch. “Ineedthose. You can’t treat me like a fucking brood mare and make this decision for me–”
Lachlan grabs my wrists and tugs me forward so that I fall into his lap. In one quick motion, he flips me onto my back and hovers over me.
“You don’t want us to breed you like the whore that you are? I beg to differ.”
I open my mouth to argue, but my retort dies on my lips as a thrill works through me. “You… want to?” I ask.
“Wewant to,” Max answers.
When I look over at Otto and Alex, they’re watching me like they’re waiting for my consent. Max murmurs something to Cocoa and she trots out of the room to give us privacy–something she’s accustomed to.
“It doesn’t happen overnight,” I say quietly. “But you can try–”
Lachlan’s lips are on mine in an instant, and his hands are zipping down my jumper. Once he works the zipper down, his hands move over my bare breasts, fingers playing with my taut nipples.
Someone starts to remove my socks, and when I lift my hips underneath Lachlan, they tug my joggers and knickers off, too.
I groan when Lachlan fumbles with his belt, and I arch my back against his chest.
“Sit up,” Alex says from next to me.
Lachlan sits up with me in his lap, and I work my legs on either side of his hips so that I’m straddling him.
Alex removes my jumper completely, and now I’m naked. The thrill of being naked when they’re all fully dressed will never get old.
Lachlan’s lips graze my cheek, my neck, my collarbone… and then his hands grab my arse and lift me up.
“Breathe,” he murmurs against my neck.
I gasp when he seats me on his cock, pulling me down as my mouth drops open. “Fuck–”
“That’s it,” he says slowly, his voice frayed. “Look behind you, pet. Look at your Princes lining up to fill you with their seed.”
I’m panting when I look over my shoulder and see Alex and Otto stroking each other’s cocks behind me, and Max pulling his cock free. He walks up behind me and runs his hands over my back. The sensation of his warm hands–the idea of what we’re doing–sends prickles of arousal to tear through me. That theywantthis–withme–
“God,” I whimper. “Yes.”
“Such a beautiful harlot,” he says. “Such a wanton whore for us to breed. Is this what you want? To be full of our cum?”
