Page 276 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Strip.” Jasper’s voice echoes throughout the room, sounding just as commanding as it did last time. “Bear your body to the gods and the Brotherhood. Show us how pure you are.” He repeats the same words as before.

With the confidence I didn't have before, I slide the straps of my nightgown over my shoulders. My eyes do not waver from their masked faces as I lower my arms, letting the fabric fall to the ground.

The three of them take another step back, as if they need more room to drink in my body. This time, they don’t hold back their growls of hunger and desire.

I shiver at the sound, my nipples pebbling tightly.

There’s no urge to wrap my arms around myself, to shield my naked body from the men around us. They don’t matter, only the three men in front of me do.

My men.

Okay, so I’m not overly thrilled that Callie is about to watch her brother fuck me within an inch of my life, but she wanted this, to be a part of the Brotherhood. She should have thought about that before she found her way into the new set of recruits.

But that's a story for another time.

I stand there, waiting for my next command, my body theirs todo with as they please. They own me. I give myself over to them willingly, every single time.

“Lay down on the altar, little lamb,” Jasper instructs. “Present yourself to the gods. Let them see what we have brought them.”

I do as I’m told, but it takes a little longer than last time.

Hello, heavily pregnant woman here.

I feel hands slide under my armpits. Tilting my head back, I see Wesley. I bite my lip, letting him help me lie backward.

The stone is cold against my skin as I lie down on my back, my hair flowing around my head.

My hands lay at my side as I wait, my heart hammering in my chest.

Last time I was here, I was nervous for what was to come, but excited to finally have my men in the way I craved. But at the time, they didn’t know it was me they were claiming.

Now they do.

The three of them surround me, looming over me like the powerful beings they are. My eyes bounce between the three of them, arousal filling me as the guys start removing their belts. This time, I watch, loving every second as they strip, just for me.

“You will not fight,” Jasper states. “You will not ask questions. You have offered your body to the gods, and to resist is a form of disrespect. Do not anger the gods, or you will not pay with just your blood, but your life. Do you understand me?”

I nod my head, but it’s for show. Because there's no way I’d fight them on this. I want this, I want everything they are willing to give me.

“Let the ritual begin,” a man from behind the guys announces.

The men begin to chant the same language that I still don’t understand, creating a deep, synchronized rhythmic pulse throughout the room.

I don’t close my eyes, not this time. I don’t want to miss a single moment of what is about to happen to me.

The three of us have had group sex since I’ve gotten pregnant, it’s just not as rough as they normally like it.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s still as fucked up and dirty as usual. All the degradation and bukkake a girl could dream of.

“We’re going to do something a little different,” Jasper says.

My brows pull together, not sure what he’s talking about. Then he’s helping me sit up. I’m about to ask what's going on, but then Jasper is sitting behind me.

Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me backward as he starts to lie down.

“What are you doing?” I hiss, panicking that I’m going to crush him. “I’m too big for us to be in this position.”

“Hush,” he growls into my ear. “You are growing our daughter, you look like a fucking queen. Lotus Flower, I bench press twice your weight, don’t insult me.”