I nod and smile at him. “Certain.” I tweak my index finger beneath his chin and pull him up toward me. “And I’m certain that you will be a wonderful father.”
* * *
It’s daylight.I’m in the meadow. My stomach is bigger. Luther’s arms wrap tightly around my waist, but someone else is there too. Tanner appears at Luther’s shoulder. He leans over and kisses me. For a moment, I resist. My heart thumps in my chest. “Someone could see,” I tell him.
“We’re alone,” he says.
“We’re alone,” Luther repeats, then turns us around and nudges me into Tanner’s waiting arms. As Luther moves my hair aside and kisses the back of my neck, Tanner kisses my lips.
The three of us sink to the ground.
* * *
Embers glow in the fireplace.A full moon shines down through the window. I’m lying on the rug, on my side. Luther is standing in front of me. Naked. He wraps his fingers around his shaft and runs his tongue along his lower lip.
Hands that aren’t Luther’s arrive on my hip. I lean back. Tanner kisses me. He cups my breasts, skims his hand over my stomach, eases my legs open. When I push back toward him, he’s hard. His erection presses against me. He finds my pussy, readies me with his fingers, then slides his cock inside.
He moves slowly, patiently. I rock against him. Luther kneels down and brings his shaft to my lips. At the same time, I realize we’re not alone.
“Be gentle with her, Kole,” Luther growls.
The Viking nods. His eyes flash as he looks at me from farther down the rug. “I promise.” He lowers his head. His teeth graze my inner thigh, then his tongue slides over my clit.
“Here…” Another voice. I return to Luther’s waiting cock. Mack is kneeling beside him. He strokes my face, then holds my mouth open as Luther slowly inches into it.
As Tanner moves inside me and Kole’s tongue swirls pleasure into my core, I hum and groan.
In the corner of the room, someone else watches us. “Can I…?” The dark-haired boy. Not a boy—a young man like Tanner. He stands and walks over to us. He crouches on the other side of Luther.
“She needs your mouth, Sam.” Tanner brushes his thumb over my nipple. “Here, put your mouth here.”
I close my eyes and let the five of them fill me up. Fill me with feeling, and fire, and thunder. When I come, my orgasm makes the walls shudder.
* * *
Luther is next to me.He’s holding my hand. In front of us, a baby lies in a crib. She makes a small mewing sound. A tear rolls down my cheek.
“I told you she’d be a girl.” I turn to Luther. He’s crying, too.
“You two make good babies,” Tanner says, rubbing my shoulder.
“She’s beautiful, Ava.” Mack is standing on the other side of the crib. “Well done.”
* * *
It’s pitch dark.The baby is sleeping. I get up and pad across the cold floor to check on her. I’m about to lift her out and bring her into bed with me and Luther, to keep her warm, when I hear something outside.
Luther sits up.
A fist bangs our door. It rattles on its hinges. “Ava, Luther, open up.”
I clutch the baby to my chest and inch back toward the wall. Luther stands and reaches for his knife, positioning himself in front of me.
The door clatters inward. The flicker of torchlight fills the room.
“They’re alone,” someone says.
“I saw them.” A woman steps forward and jabs her finger in our direction. “I saw them before the baby was born. The six of them. Doingunspeakablethings.”