CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

SEBASTIAN

Lucy grabs my hair and pulls my head down. "Fuck you, Sebastian," and then her teeth sink into my bottom lip, drawing blood. She lets go of me with a grin, a faint smearing of blood on her lips, which tells me one important thing.

"Not fucking you hard enough, little mama? I can fix that."

Glancing over, I spot Mav holding Stella against the tree by the back of her neck, while Gage fucks her like he owns her, which of course he does. All three of us do.

I drive into Lucy with punishing thrusts, while she gasps and whimpers for me. Fucking her into the ground, I growl, "Is that how you want it, baby?"

She looks stunning, writhing around on the grass, eyes wide with lust, her swollen belly, lips parted as she sucks in air, arching her back as she digs her nails into my chest and screams.

I growl in her ear, "This is what's going to happen. We're all going to get married, and then we're going to fuck baby after baby into you. And you're going to thank us for our seed."

She fucking laughs at me. "In your dreams, Pretty Boy. In your fucking dreams."

Lucy is generally sweet but, fuck, when she gets sassy, it only makes me want her more, so I take what I want. I pound into her while she moans for me until I fill her sweet pussy.

I kiss her neck, not daring to trust her to not bite me again. Little minx.

As Mav walks to Lucy, I go over to Stella. "On your knees, slut."

She looks beautiful, thoroughly fucked and exhausted, but I haven't had my time with her.

"Lucy made a mess of my dick. Clean it up."

Stella glances at Lucy, but I grab her chin, bringing her attention back to me. "Do as you're told."

Gage kneels beside her and pinches her nipples, while she licks my cock like it's a fucking ice cream cone.

"Open wide and suck it clean, Stella."

She sits back on her knees, giving me a delicious glare. "This is rude, you know."

I smirk at her. "I know it is, baby, now be my good girl and open your mouth, before Gage helps you out by plugging your nose."

Stella doesn't stop glaring, but her eyes bounce between the two of us, before she makes an unpleasant sound and opens wide for me.

I slide my cock between her soft warm lips and keep going until I hit her throat. She wants to pretend she doesn't like this, but she does. When Gage grabs her hands and holds them behind her back, she moans on my length, the vibration nearly driving me insane. I grab her face and pull back and slam into her throat. This night is about reminding them they belong to us. And informing them we are making it permanent. Will there be fighting from the two of them? Maybe. Maybe not. It doesn't matter, because they aren't going anywhere. No man could ever give them what we can anyway. They are used to three dicks, and one would not do it. Not that there'd ever be anyone else, because we'll kill any man that attempts to take them from us.

Stella looks fucking gorgeous like this. On her knees, taking my cock, while Gage restrains her arms, her hazel green eyes watering as she gags every once in a while. The way her hair is a tangled mess from Gage and Mav manhandling her, only makes the vision more beautiful.

"Every fucking drop, little mama. Take it all," I grind out, just before I shoot my cum down her tight throat.

GAGE

Our plan for our little ‘proposal' evolved pretty quickly, from something romantic, to what we knew would be more appropriate for who we are, and who they know we will always be.

They always get off on the primal shit, where we chase them down, and fuck them in the dirt, and what can I say? We're always up for it, without exception. Using that to make our proposal clear is fucking perfection, in my opinion.

After Stella swallows down Pretty Boy's cum, I wrap my fingers around her throat from behind, keeping her on her knees.

"You will be our wife, Stella. That's not a request, it's a fucking foregone conclusion. Tell me you understand." Her breath catches in her throat, and she tries to turn to look at me, but I hold her in place, so she has to face Sebastian.

"Tell Pretty Boy you're going to be his wife, baby, our wife."

She starts shaking her head, and what the fuck is that about? We hear a shocked ‘what' from Lucy at about the same time, and then Mav's dragging her over to us, and pushing her down onto her knees too. I know when men propose, they're usually the ones on their knees, but this isn't a normal relationship, or a normal proposal, so why the fuck would we do anything the normal way? If it feels good, fucking do it .

"I don't understand," Lucy says quietly, making a huffy noise when Mav fists her hair and tilts her head back, to glare down at her.

"What's not to understand? You both belong to us, so we're making it permanent."

"But how?" Stella chokes out, lifting her hand to pull at my fingers on her throat. I release her, because she kinda needs to be able to speak right now, but the only word she should be saying is ‘yes', because that's the only answer I plan to hear anyway.

"Let us worry about that part, Stella. The two of you are ours, like Mav said, like Gage says, like we've all said," Pretty Boy murmurs softly, reaching out to touch both of their faces.

"We want to marry you, and legal or not, we're going to make it happen."

Stella shakes her head again. "This is insane. You don't just… you don't just tell women you're marrying them. This isn't a proposal, it's a dictatorship."

"Yeah, we dicked you, and now we're dictating, deal with it," Mav says with a laugh.

"Proposals involve kneeling, and rings, and… and…"

"We fucked your tight rings, and you're on your knees. Keep arguing, Stella, we've got all night."

Lucy starts to giggle. "Wow, what a story to tell our children and grandchildren. So romantic."

"But very them, right, Peanut?"

I feel like at this point, there's nothing more to be said, because we told them, and they get it now. They're ours, and they won't be getting away, still, she mentioned rings, didn't she? I back away to where I stashed the two boxes with the rings, and bring them back to my family, passing one box to Mav and the other to Sebastian.

I watch as they open the boxes, offering the rings to our two ladies, and they utter matching gasps as they see the rings they'll wear for the rest of their lives. Sebastian chose them, because he's got more of a romantic soul than me, and definitely more than Mav. From the reactions of our little fiancées, I think he nailed it. Ha, nailed it. Yeah, we'll do that again to celebrate.

STELLA

Am I annoyed that they didn't even ask? Yes. Assholes . You don't just tell a woman you're marrying her. That's fucked up. As perturbed as I am, I would've said yes, if they knew how to ask like normal men. Who am I kidding? They are as far removed from normal as possible, yet I still love them. Assholes or not, I still couldn't imagine a world without any of the three of them, and don't want to. If you had told me they'd propose, I would've imagined a black diamond. The rings are probably the most normal thing I've seen from either of them. Our rings match, which is fine, but they are stunning. It's a teardrop solitaire diamond ring set in white gold. The diamond itself has to be several carats. I'm not exactly well versed in gemology, so I couldn't say for sure, but I'd guess that it's more than three carats.

After we went back inside, Gage declared since he went last that he was fucking both of us, and he did. And then he fucked Sebastian. Where that man gets his stamina, I will never understand. That sounds like a complaint, but it's not. We have large sexual appetites, the same as our men, our future husbands , so it works well for all five of us.

We all sit on the couches, sipping our drinks. The guys are all having a beer, while Lucy and I are drinking lame root beer because we're pregnant.

Lucy glances at our men. "So, we're marrying you because we have no choice. Do we at least get a dress? Flowers? Or are we doing this like we do everything else? Naked?"

Gage chuckles loudly. "Firstly, you'd marry us if you had a choice, so stop the fucking attitude. Secondly, do you want a dress and flowers?"

I cross my arms over my chest in annoyance. "Yes, she does, and so do I."

Mav smirks. "Then we'll go shopping tomorrow and get your dresses."

"We'll go alone."

Gage glares at me, and I can feel the Gage Rage bubbling just under the surface. "Not a fucking chance. Do you remember what happened last time we left you alone?"

Sebastian echoes his sentiment. "No fucking way."

"Please?" I ask before adding, "We'll be careful."

Gage rises from his spot and comes over to me and places his hands on the couch on either side of me. "I said no. We will go with you, or you can be fucking naked on your wedding day. I will not risk losing either of you again. Conversation over."

He continues glaring at me but doesn't say another word. Generally, I know better than to speak when he gets like this, but it's too important to me.

"I don't want you to see my dress before the wedding. I wanted to surprise you."

Instantly his gaze softens, as he leans down and kisses me like I've earned it. It's not just a kiss as his tongue slides against mine. It feels like something more.

He pulls back. "We won't look. I promise you, but we have to keep you safe."

LUCY

Wow, what a night. When Mav arranged his little date night with us, I truly thought there was something going on, but nothing like this. I never saw this coming at all! We're engaged now! Somehow, we're engaged to the same three men, and I love all of them, and Stella, so it's perfect. That proposal of theirs, if you can call it that, was bloody insanity, but anything else would have been out of character for them. Of course they didn't ask. Of course they demanded, dictated, and insisted. That's our men. They're all the red flags, all the morally grey, and all ours.

Stella negotiates for wedding dress shopping, and I rest my hand on my slightly swollen stomach, realising I'll be looking for a dress to accommodate two of us, rather than a dress just for me. I don't show much right now, but I'm also not about to attempt to force our fragile, growing baby into something too tight.

"You'll still be stunning," Mav whispers, kissing my neck as he holds me in his lap, his hand landing on top of mine. "We're marrying our ladies, and our babies. That sounds weird, but then what else is new with us, right? Just know whatever you wear, you'll look fucking gorgeous, and we'll know just how lucky we are."

For a man who can act like an absolute savage, sometimes he can say just the right thing, and make me feel like I'm in a sweet romance, rather than a dark one. Even Gage has those moments, and Sebastian has a sweet soul that we see more and more of, now that he doesn't have to hide behind dick pics and assumed labels. Wait .

"You're not going to insist we all say ‘if it feels good, do it' as our vows, right?" I'm aiming that question at Gage, and he roars with laughter, after trying to fake a serious expression. Thank God for that. We all laugh with him, but once we all calm down, he grins.

"Fucking right. Look at that, Lucy just chose our vows for us." Shit! I look at Stella and she rolls her eyes, but I notice she's not arguing, and I wonder why I am. Don't those words mean something to all of us at this point?

Maybe I'll agree to include them in mine, but I'll have other things to say too. It's too important a ceremony to just play the fool. It's my chance to make sure they all understand why I value each and every one of them, and why I want to be with them forever.

I sigh and snuggle into Mav's arms, resting my head back against his shoulder. I'm too exhausted to argue that one for tonight. There's plenty of time to work out details like that. I'm getting married, and that's the important part right now. I told the guys when marriage first came up, that it didn't matter to me, but I think it would have, if not now, then later.

I idly think about my parents, about the fact that they won't even know, and it's a bride's big day, a day when her family should be there supporting her. It hurts to know that I won't be having that excited conversation with them, where I tell them their little girl is getting married. Won't have my mum involved in any wedding preparations and won't have my dad giving me away on the day. Even if I could forgive their hatefulness, I know none of my intended partners would even entertain the idea of them being there with us. I swallow against the lump in my throat, and close my eyes, feeling Mav's arms tighten around me, as if he knows I need that comfort right now. This is what matters. The people here with me, and for me, right here.

Maybe one day I'll see my parents again, maybe I'll even be introducing them to a grandchild or two, but they'll have to do a shit-ton of apologising to all of us before that can happen. Another worry for another day. I'm too happy right now to let them taint any more of our special memories.