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His Lordship flicked his tongue against the nub and rolled it in his mouth.

He looked up at me, his pupils widening. He looked almost angry. Yes, something was leaking from my nipples. Was that a bad thing?

“Go fetch Angelo and come back in here, both of you.”

I had so many questions, but I received an order, and that took priority over everything else.

“Yes, Your Lordship,” I said and hurried to the sunroom.

Angelo wasn’t there. I looked in the salon and bedroom, only to find Angelo outside in the garden, stretching his limbs in the sun.

“His Lordship wants to see us,” I said breathlessly, gesturing at Angelo to hurry up.

Angelo wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Does Heath want a threesome before lunch? I’m up for that.”

“I don’t know,” I replied. I was worried. Something wasn’t right.

When Angelo and I entered the study, His Lordship gestured for me to hop onto the desk and lean back.

“Suck his nipples,” he ordered Angelo.

Angelo gave me a devilish grin and an arched brow before he latched onto one reddened peak and sucked.

“More. Take his tit into your mouth and suck harder.”

Gazing up at me, Angelo opened his mouth wider and drew my pec in. Then a surprised moan escaped him, and his eyes went wide.

“Suck,” His Lordship said again, smacking Angelo lightly on the ass.

As the strange liquid left my nipple, a sweet, tingling sensation spread through my chest.

Angelo’s cheeks darkened while he pulled on my nipple and swallowed the drops. He moaned on each gulp and hugged me around my back with both arms.

“The other one, too. Drink them empty.”

Angelo let go with a gasp and attacked my other nipple. He sucked with vigor, shuddering and moaning between gulps and gasps for breath. His eyes were glassy now, and his pupils were blown.

“Let go.”

But Angelo didn’t. He held onto me, almost crushing my ribs, and sucked harder than ever.

“Let go!” His Lordship snapped, grabbed Angelo by the hair, and pulled him away.

His cheeks flushed dark pink and his mouth open, Angelo stared at me unseeing. He trembled from head to toe.

“Please, Heath, fuck me. Please!”

“Lift your legs, pet,” His Lordship told me. “And you, brat, kneel.”

He arranged us so I lay on the desk, holding my legs to my chest, and Angelo knelt on the floor before me. Then he grabbed Angelo by his neck and shoved his face between my ass cheeks.

“Eat him out while I fuck you.”

His Lordship mounted Angelo roughly while Angelo swirled his tongue in my hole.

Suddenly, Angelo let out a scream, his voice muffled in my ass.

“His fucking womb opened,” His Lordship growled. “Fuck!”