Page 191 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“You don’t have to thank me for creating a home for my family.”

Laughn joins us, wrapping his lanky arms around us from the side. “Aww, bro, I knew you loved me.”

Laughn licks the side of his brother’s face with a laugh and moves away quickly when Creed growls. Chester walks into the room freshly showered as Laughn escapes past him. Chester moves to the table and looks over the plans.

“I voted for a sex dungeon instead of a closet, but Creed vetoed it. Angel, I tried.”

I giggle at Chester.

“What good is a sex dungeon if you keep cock-blocking everyone?” Case says from somewhere behind us.

“She won’t be pregnant forever, and if any of your cocks poke my baby, I will hurt you.”

I snort. “You know no cock can get near the baby, right?” I ask.

“Well, damn,” he says with a huge smile. “My poor blue balls have been for nothing.”

I squeal as he turns and picks me up, hauling me over his shoulder and grabbing a handful of my ass with a growl. I give a slight wave to everyone as he stomps up the stairs to my room, kicking my new door shut behind us and flopping me down onto the bed. He is naked before I even get a chance to blink. Staring down at me, he smirks. He knows I have been sleeping with the others, even though we have been trying our best to hide it from him—Chester, in beast mode, destroys doors and furniture.

He moves towards the bed, and I lick my lips, taking in every tattooed inch of him. A naked Chester could bring any woman to her knees. He crawls up the bed, hooking his fingers around my underwear and slides them down my legs, making my pussy pulsate with need.

“So fucking perfect,” he growls as he pushes my legs apart.

His head descends to where I need it, the day-old stubble adding a sensory element as it runs against my soft folds.

He plunges his tongue right into me, his nose grinding against my clit. There is no doubt in my mind that he can’t breathe, and if he does, he will get a nose full of my juices.

Arching my back, I grasp Chester’s hair, stabilising his head so I can grind against him.

Chester pulls back, looking up at me, his face covered in my arousal. “I need you to sit on my face.”

My idea is way better than that. Moving aside, I push Chester to lie back on the bed, then I turn and climb over his body,backing myself up so his thick, hard cock is staring me in the face.

“Oh, I like this a hell of a lot more,” he says, gripping my ass and pulling me down, sucking one of my pussy lips into his mouth. Releasing a moan, I grind myself down against his face, his bristles once more adding to the sensation. Leaning forward, I lick my lips, then open my mouth just enough to suck his tip in. Chester bucks his hips, his own moan vibrating in all the right places.

I focus on trying to bring him to his knees before he makes me cum. But he ups his game, focusing on my clit, and with a few flicks of his tongue he has me pulling back and gasping for air as an orgasm rips through my body.

Before the waves of pleasure finish washing over me, he pushes me to the side gently, moving himself in between my legs.

I expect him to go hard and fast, yet he slides himself in agonisingly slow. He leans down, gently placing his lips to mine, and as he deepens the kiss, I feel the deep love he has for me—along with the taste of myself on his lips. His hips move to a steady rhythm, so slowly I can anticipate each one. The feel of his girth stretches me with each move. My walls clamp around him, trying to milk him of his release.

“Fuck, Little Angel. I don’t know if I will ever tire of your sweet little cunt wrapped around me. Please let me kill the others and have you for myself.”

“Such sweet words,” I say with a laugh. “Fuck me already.”

He pulls back with a smirk and rolls me onto my stomach, pulling my ass up into the air. Before I can even contemplate moving, Chester thrusts his cock so deep inside me I instinctively scream his name loud enough the entire house will be able to hear me.

He slaps the side of my ass as he moves, the sting forgotten when his thumb presses against my tight hole and he slides in to his knuckle.

The movement sends me over the edge. “Chester, fuck.”

He fucks me harder until his own release is close. I feel his cock twitch inside me as he fills me with his cum and groans out my name. He removes his finger and places a kiss on my spine, then he quickly gets up and goes into the bathroom, bringing back a face washer and gently wiping between my legs, discarding it when he is done.

Totally sated, I lay back with my hand behind my head, and Chester falls beside me, his hand placed over my stomach. “I don’t know if I will be a good dad, but I can promise you both that I’m going to protect you and your mumma until my dying breath.”

A tear runs down my face; damn these pregnancy hormones. I cried at one of those RSPCA ads on the TV the other day. Those poor animals. How lucky Olly, Rathew, and those death noodles are—they’re always clean, fed, and loved. Then I cry harder because if I can keep an animal alive, surely I can keep babies alive.

Chester looks up at me with his whiskey-coloured eyes, and a smile that would scare the fuck out of any sane person, and wipes the tear from my face. “I love you, Little Angel.”

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