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I don’t think there’s a dry eye at this point as we all hug and kiss Noor, though we used Isla for the ceremony. She can’t go back to formally claim her name, but in private, that’s who she’ll always be.
Photos fly by, and we have a private dinner with our wedding guests, though the only one who isn’t immediate family is Magnus. He has a great time, and before we know it, I’m alone with my wife and my three brother-husbands.
Life is kind of weird, but in the best of ways.
I stalk toward my wife, intent to get her out of her dress.
“I have to tell you something,” she says, her arms wrapping around my neck as I hug her.
“Yes, wife?” I ask, loving how that feels on my tongue.
“I’m off my birth control…”
“Since when?” Alastair asks, kissing her shoulder. “Is this because you want to be or do we need to yell at a doctor?”
“Ah, we’ve talked a lot about getting me pregnant,” she says slowly.
We all freeze, though it feels as if it gets warmer in the bedroom.
“Fuck yes,” I say immediately. I have a pretty intense breeding kink, but I didn’t know if she wanted to take it any further.
“My periods suck,” she continues. “I expect a team effort to get me pregnant.”
“Yes, Coach Noor,” Ciaran chuckles. “We’ll give it our best effort.”
Her cheeks are pink as she realizes how she sounds and she looks adorable.
“Operation Breed Our Wife has a fun ring to it,” Draven adds.
“I also… Can we see about some knife play, please?” she asks tentatively. “Did you bring them?”
“They come everywhere,” Draven says, stealing her away to kiss her. “Arran, are you good to make sure it doesn’t go too far?”
I have sat in and had group activities with Noor while they’re in the room before. I really don’t think they’d go too far. The three of them are very careful about consent and kink. I think they’ve learned a lot as they’ve grown older.
It made me interested in more rope work when I saw how much Noor enjoyed it. At some point, I want to go to a club to learn suspension work with them.
Realizing I haven’t replied yet, I say, “Truthfully, I don’t think you would, but I’ll make sure you’re good.”
Draven looks surprised, but like I said: they’ve done the work to be the husbands Noor deserves. Now we get to enjoy her.
CHAPTER
FORTY-TWO
NOOR
In a few seconds, my husbands undress me and my dress falls to the floor. Ciaran lifts me from the pool of material, lifting me onto his shoulder.
“How big is this bed?” he asks, going to explore.
“Ci!” I squeal, giggling as I hang upside down. My white compression tights were the MVP of the night, and I feel really good today. Lifting my face, I watch as Alastair, Arran, and Draven follow behind me, shedding their suits.
Every inch of their bodies are toned and sexy, leaving me drooling.
“Our bags are in here. It’s like magic,” Ciaran crows, walking into the bedroom. This place has a little kitchen, living room, two balconies, and a huge bathroom.
The bed is a California king sized mattress. We will more than fit.
