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One day, she would learn not to listen to Archie and Lisha.
Unfortunately, today was not that day.
Her Doms’ voices were muffled inside the clunky headpiece of the bear costume—which she adored and was going to hide away where Liam couldn’t find it—but she saw Mack’s face light up with a grin as he shoved up from the couch and stalked away.
She’d heard something about swords, and was really hoping she wasn’t about to be impaled on something uncomfortable. Her insides were still tender from Saturday night, in a nice,remember how well you got fuckedkind of way.
“I don’t suppose I have to ask where the costume came from, do I?” Liam said conversationally as he carefully extracted her head from the bear’s. “How are the troublesome two, minx?”
Oh, it was easier to breathe. That was a relief, the inside of the bear was stupidly stuffy despite the air holes. When she first put it on, she thought claustrophobia might get the better of her. “Troublesome two, Daddy?”
“Don’t act innocent with me. I’ll let Jasper and Atticus know what their subs are up to when they’re not supervised.”
She winced. She didn’t want her friends to get into trouble. “I, um, ordered it. Online. It looked cute and I…”
“Liar, liar,” he murmured, extricating the rest of her from the slightly too big prop and rolling her onto her back. Gently, he brushed her damp hair away from her face. “Been neglecting you a bit since we got here, haven’t I? We got to spend a lot more time together in Phoenix.”
“We did,” she admitted. “But I think coming here brought us closer together. Brought us to Mack. I don’t feel neglected, Liam.” She nuzzled into his palm when he cupped her cheek. “I feel like we’re growing into the people we need to be, were supposed to be, before Wyatt. We’re healing. Evolving, and Mack is right here with us.”
“You’re still okay with the agreement?”
“After everything we’ve been through and done together lately? No. I don’t want an agreement between any of us, Liam.” She paused, gathering the excitement she’d felt surge through her veins when Mack said he wanted to marry them. “I want a wedding like Callie’s. Simple, with our friends around us, and rings to link us all as one.”
Liam’s mouth twisted ruefully. “Heard that, did you?”
“I did. Not to jump the gun, but the answer is yes, to both of you.” Tears shimmered in her eyes, making him waver. “Mack was right when he said I want to belong. Even if we’d married Wyatt, he never would have hadme. Everything is different now—we belong to each other.”
“I’m not arguing.” Mack reappeared, dropping to his knees beside them and spreading a handful of items on the carpet.
“I guess we’d best get working on a proposal then.” Liam raked his gaze over her body, smiling when he reached her mound. “Until then, our pseudo-bear requires a touch of discipline. Treat yourself, Mack; her breasts are lonely.”
He grinned. “Oh yeah, babies, come to Daddy Mack.”
Her belly twisted with excitement, and she probably should’ve laughed at his quip, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Liam. Her original, forever Daddy’s face was losing its affectionate softness and gaining hardness in its place; she knew that expression, that slow slide into seriousness.
Sadist Daddy was coming out to play.
She was so screwed.
Mack feathered his fingertips around her breasts, yanking her thoughts away from what she imagined Liam was planning. Her nipples began to tighten, the areolas crinkling. “See, your nipples do as they’re told, pixie. They’re good girls,” he said in a playful tone, “so they get a reward.”
Were they going for good Daddy, bad Daddy? Honestly, they both had their parts down to a freaking science if they were, because she wanted to preen under Mack’s touch and wither beneath Liam’s unamused stare.
Lips closed around her left nipple, Mack’s tongue teasing it into a soft, round peak. She often wondered if Liam preferred a woman with a more ample bosom, bigger nipples, an ass with more… what was the term? Junk in the trunk.
Neither man cared about that, apparently, as Mack sucked on what she offered with gusto, drawing on the small bud until her hips lifted from the sharp, sweet pain firing from the flesh in his mouth to her pussy.
“The other one,” Liam suggested, picking up one of the items Mack had brought along. “Been a while since I got to pick out some new toys, minx. I think these might be my favorite.”
She bit back a moan, ignoring the quick switch of Mack’s mouth from one side to the other. She focused on the small stainless steel crown in his fingers, confusion rippling through her. Where was that supposed to go? It was only about an inch wide, and there was a bar running through the middle of it.
Liam pinched her damp nipple, tugging it away from her breast. Releasing it, he set the crown over it, then delicately took hold of the protruding ends of the bar and pulled it open.
Oh hell.
The cool steel settled perfectly on her skin, turning her normal bud into a princess. It stood out, reacting to the flash of cold, and Liam let go of the ends.
Pain notched into one nipple as pleasure smothered the other.
