Epilogue

"Are those fresh strawberries?" Frederick asks as he enters the dining room where Alex and I are eating breakfast.

Not that I'm eating a lot of breakfast. The truth is I'm playing with my food, moving the fruit around my plate while thinking about my husband and what he did with his wicked tongue this morning before we even roused ourselves from bed.

"They are," Alex replies. "Why, did you want some?"

"No." Frederick shakes his head and draws out the chair next to me. He sits, plucking me from my seat as though I'm nothing but a little doll and not the size of a small, plump cow. He sits me on the table before him, sliding his chair forward and leaving me no choice but to open my legs around him.

A squeak escapes my lips as he pushes up the hem of the scandalously short gown that he insists I wear when we are not expecting visitors to our house.

We don't have visitors often, which means I am mostly dressed this way.

Frederick wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at me. "I was going to assist your wife in eating her food. She has been very picky of late." His eyes land on my round belly.

I'm in the latter stage of my second trimester, and they are both a little obsessed with my expanding waistline. One did not realize a plump belly would be a source of both pride and erotic interest.

He cups the mound and leans it to kiss it. "Gods, you have a beautiful wife," he says agreeably to Alex.

I glance over my shoulder at my husband, who grins. "And you have a stunning mate."

They love to do this, to both praise me as though I belong to the other one. It is a little wicked game they play like I am a forbidden fruit, one they both secretly covet.

Frederick's hands move to my breasts, and he squeezes them together. "Are your wife's tits getting bigger, do you think?"

"For certain," Alex agrees. He rises from his chair under the pretense of refilling his coffee cup from the pot.

At the same time, he's also staring at what we do, his eyes hungry.

My husband and my mate are always hungry for me. I'm the luckiest woman in all the lands to have such fine men attentive to my every need.

"Lie back, love," Frederick encourages, with a gentle press of his hand before he lifts the hem of my gown.

Alex brings his coffee over to stand beside Frederick, watching with heated interest as his best friend uses his finger and thumb to part the lips of my pussy, holding me open lewdly for their review.

"Pretty," Alex says, eyes hooded as he takes a sip of his coffee.

Frederick selects an uneaten strawberry from my plate. Expression darkly intense, he slides it through my slick pussy, making sure to catch it against my swollen clit with every pass.

"That strawberry's looking tastier by the moment," Alex says thickly.

"Isn't it just?" Frederick agrees.

I live in a perpetual state of arousal. Sometimes they enjoy me together. But more often, they take turns to either pleasure me or watch me be pleasured. Given my husband's attention this morning, I am well primed, so it does not take long before my breath hitches and my pussy flutters in hopeful anticipation.

Just when I think I'm about to come, Frederick lifts the strawberry and presents it to my lips.

"Open up, mate, and eat your strawberry like a good girl."

I squirm a little. He brushes it over my lips, and helplessly, I open. I taste myself on it as I bite down, and then the sweetness of the strawberry explodes across my tongue.

Alex clears his throat. "I think she might be hungry for more than just a strawberry."

"Do you think so?" Frederick says, brows tugging together, enrapt, as I chew slowly on the succulent fruit.

"For certain," Alex says. "My wife sometimes needs a little more. It's her pregnancy, it makes her terribly needy. It's a very delicate subject, but I know I have your discretion."

"Of course," Frederick says. "If there is some way I can assist with her predicament, which I understand she cannot help, you can count on me. I won't be shocked. No matter how filthy or depraved."

The words filthy and depraved come out like a caress.

"Oh, I think you might be when I tell you my sweet wife craves an alpha's knot."

His words, with their element of taboo, are like liquid heat spreading over my intimate places.

I admit there was a period of adjustment as we learned to navigate our ménage à trois. But that time is behind us, and we are very much aligned and enamored with what we now share. I am wearing a scandalous dress at Frederick's insistence, and without panties at Alex's determining. They both love me vigorously and frequently, making a mockery of this conversation.

Frederick's eyes darken further, I'm certain he is going to rise, take down his pants, and knot me how I need. Then afterward, when I'm all open and well-used, my husband will enjoy me because that is how he likes me best.

"Hmmm. Are you sure about that?" Frederick asks, plucking a… raspberry from my plate.

He's not going to use that… is he?

Of course, he does.

Alex chuckles.

I groan and fling an arm dramatically across my face. "Oh, just knot me already."

"Knot you? Did I hear that right?"

I peek under my arm as Frederick turns to Alex in question.

"I believe you did," Alex says. "I believe my wife might want you to fuck her right here on the dining table while the patio doors lay open, and anyone might see."

Frederick, the teasing beast, slides the small, inadequate raspberry over my pussy, making me needy and urgent.

"She definitely needs cock," Alex says, bluntly.

"Yes, I'm getting that impression now, too," Frederick says, smirking. "You have a very needy wife."

"And you have a very filthy mate," Alex agrees, his grin turning wicked as he draws my arm away and removes my hiding place. Maintaining eye contact, he tugs down the bodice of my gown. "It is for the best that there are two of us so that she may always and forever have exactly what she needs."

The air leaves me on a breathy moan as he closes his lips over my distended nipple and sucks.

With a growl, Frederick rises and pops the slick raspberry into his mouth. "Fucking delicious," he rumbles, already reaching for the buckles of his pants.

I cry out with joy as his thick cock penetrates me all the way to the root, the knot already a little swollen with his need. There he fucks me, the plates and cutlery bouncing about under his vigorous rutting until I'm nothing but a writhing mess and begging for his knot. My pussy throbs, and the little nerves that never really have the chance to quiet flare under the delectable stretch of his fat cock and blooming knot.

A climax rips through me, shooting sparks through my nipples and all the way down to my pussy as I clench around his thick, perfect flesh in sweet, rhythmic waves.

Taking a firm grip on my hips, he slows his thrusts, working the thick knot in and out, prolonging the climax until I'm hoarse from begging for a respite, for more—I know not what I even say.

Finally, he knots me, and I hang in a state of perpetual bliss, fluttering over his thick length.

"You're going to feel so good around my cock," Alex growls beside my ear. "I love how softened you are. How you can't stop coming after my best friend is done with you."

Fingers entwined in Alex's hair, I drag his lips to mine, and we share a hot kiss full of tangling tongues and breathy gasps. His urgency is a potent aphrodisiac and one I am addicted to, one I couldn't live without any more than I could live without my alpha mate.

I don't have to choose between them, for they love to share me as much as I love to be shared.

Here, within earthly bounds, I find my own heaven with my wicked beta husband and my sinful alpha mate.