Rebekah was on the verge of slumber when she felt the presence of her mates. A sense of calm washed over her when the bed sank as first one and then the other climbed into bed with her. When one of them slid an arm under her head and cradled her close, she relaxed back against the warmth of his body. To her blurry mind, she couldn’t focus on much more than the comfort he offered her.
A gasp escaped her when she felt her maternity nightshirt being lifted and a pair of warm lips pressed against her belly.
“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean it.” Jase’s voice was hoarse. “I love you and wouldn’t trade a minute of our time together. We want to make love to you and have another beautiful memory for when you’re gone.” His lips moved over her stomach, pressing open-mouthed kisses against her.
Her eyes flew open as Dustin joined the fray and cupped her breasts, taking care not to squeeze too tightly, knowing how sensitive and swollen they were.
“I…can’t…” Her protest was cut short when Dustin nibbled on the side of her neck mere inches from his mating mark.
“Yes, you can. Just lay back and let us love you. We’d never hurt you or the babies.” Dustin rubbed one thumb over her straining nipple.
“But…you don’t want me…I’m huge…”. She tried to roll away from them, only to find her self surrounded on either side by six and half feet of pissed off mates.
“Not want you? Oh, baby we’ve always wanted you.” Dustin took her hand and pressed it against his erect cock. He groaned when her fingers tightened around him.
“You haven’t touched me in weeks.” Her eyes glazed over as Jase slid his hand inside the loose cotton shorts she’d taken to wearing to bed.
“Damn, it Jase, see what your crazy ass scheme did? She now doubts our desire for her!”
“Scheme?” Forcing Jase’s and Dustin’s hands off her, she sat up. Jase looked away guilt written clearly on his face. “Did you honestly think refusing to sleep with me, would force me into marrying one of you?”
“We still slept with you, baby.” Dustin tried to sooth her, his eyes locked with Jase’s. “Do something!”
“And held you all night long with cocks hard as steel. I could’ve hammered nails, I was so hard.” Jase hauled her back down beside them. Grabbing both of her swinging fists, he pressed them together and gave them to his brother. “Hold her.” Rebekah screamed when he bent to his task and pulled her shorts off.
Kneeling between her thighs, he stared down at their children within her and the moist folds of her femininity. “So beautiful, Rebekah.” He lifted his gaze to hers. “We…I love the changes our babies have made to your lush little body and I’m going to prove it to you.” Sprawling on his stomach between her thighs, he stared hungrily at the appetizing feast in front of him.
“Don’t let him do this, Dustin. Let me go!” She fought Dustin’s hold on her wrists.
“What are you scared of, baby? He only wants to pleasure you. Damn, he loves eating your pussy and making you come, almost as much as I do.” Dustin bent to her ear. “Do you remember the first time he feasted between your legs?”
It still amused Dustin that it had taken his brother so long to figure out how delicious their mate was. Jase wasn’t a selfish lover, but had never seen what the big deal was about cunnilingus.
“Until the first time I tasted you, Rebekah and I couldn’t get enough.” Jase’s voice caressed her mind.
The cry ripped from her throat could’ve been caused by the memory her lovers’ words evoked, or at that moment Jase held her open and buried his tongue deep inside of her. “Oh Goddess!”
Dustin continued while watching his brother’s head bob between their mate’s thighs as Jase devoured the honeyed syrup that he just knew was coating his brother’s tongue. “It was the night our babies were conceived. Do you remember, Rebekah? It was our one year anniversary of our claiming you. Both Jase and I could feel you ovulating and it was driving us both mad with desire. You’d finally recovered from your miscarriage after that debacle with Pluto. We knew that night, we conceive our baby…”
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