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Even the usual shame of sex was gone—no room for embarrassment, only all-consuming pleasure.
Sometimes he kissed Isaac; other times, he clung to Chester.
Both men had turned feral, marking Adam’s skin with bites and bruises.
The cocks inside him pistoned relentlessly.
Thrust, slap, slap!
As one cock pushed in, the other pulled out, dragging against his sensitive inner walls.
Then the one that had withdrawn slammed back in, pressing the tip against his sweet spot.
At the same time, the other pulled out, ruthlessly rubbing against his oversensitive flesh.
“Ah—hah, aah, ah…!”
A high-pitched moan burst from Adam’s lips.
Spurred on by his voice, the two men’s hips moved even faster.
An intense climax coiled through his entire body.
“Haaaah…!”
“Ah—hngh.”
“Ngh—!”
Their moans tangled together.
The alphas’ cum spilled deep inside him.
As if he’d been waiting for this moment, Adam clenched around them, greedily drinking in their release.
“Hah… ah…”
Even after the climax faded, his body wouldn’t stop trembling.
The two men stroked Adam’s quivering form, their lingering touches sending shivers through him.
A sweet, irresistible ache pulsed in his chest.
I love this. I love it—I love you so much.
Hold me tighter. More…
The desire burned like fire, but Adam kept it locked behind his lips.
Instead, he spread his legs and arched his back slightly—a wordless plea for more.
Someone’s low chuckle brushed against his ear.
The Carlisle brothers had no intention of leaving their feverish omega unsatisfied.
The night was long, and their hunger was relentless.
Shifting positions, the three tangled together again.
“Ah… haa…”
“Adam… Adam…”
Someone called his name.
Was it Isaac? Or Chester?
Maybe both.
Dazed, Adam clutched the bedsheets, feeling their cocks sink into him again.
I wish they’d hold me until I break.
Adam set down his book and leaned back in his chair, unable to fight off the drowsiness creeping over him.
Lately, he’d been sleeping at all hours, day and night.
Maybe he’d grown lazy from the peaceful routine.
The room was dim.
Ash-gray clouds blotted out the sky, and rain poured relentlessly.
With no sunlight filtering in, only candlelight illuminated the space.
Rubbing his eyes, Adam glanced around.
Lily sat knitting in her chair, while Dean dozed beside her, fiddling absently with one of her creations.
Just as he was admiring the tranquil scene, a sudden chill ran through him.
Adam shivered, running a hand over his shoulder.
Lily, sharp-eyed as ever, noticed immediately.
“Adam, what’s wrong? Are you cold?”
She set aside her knitting and studied him, concern etching her youthful face.
“You’re not coming down with something, are you?”
“No way. Who gets sick in this heat?”
“Don’t say that! Summer colds are the worst. Especially when it rains—the temperature drops so suddenly. Perfect for catching a chill.”
Dean, who’d been watching quietly, slipped out.
Soon, he returned with a maid carrying a tray—tea with sliced oranges and fruit-laden bread.
Adam thanked them and took a sip.
The warmth only deepened his drowsiness.
“Oh—Adam!”
“Ah—”
Nodding off, he nearly spilled his tea.
A few drops splashed onto the table.
“Did you burn yourself?”
“No, I’m fine. I just keep dozing off lately… Must be the weather.”
“The weather does make you sleepy. Too hot? Sleepy. Rainy? Even sleepier.”
Lily smiled kindly, wiping the table with a handkerchief.
“I’ll ask the doctor later. You’ve seemed weaker these days.”
“No need for that.”
“Of course there is! You have to take care of yourself.”
Adam gave a resigned laugh before his eyelids drooped again.
Seeing him drift off, Lily grinned and took the teacup, draping a small blanket over him instead.
Within moments, he was fast asleep.
By evening, the rain had stopped.
The retreating clouds left a sunset-streaked sky, staining the world in amber hues.
Meanwhile, the Carlisle brothers were deep in discussion.
“Fascinating,” Chester mused, flicking the paper in his hand.
“His Majesty turning his back on the Fetchwig family? I never thought he’d cut off his own in-laws completely.”
“Their sons brought it on themselves. Reckless fools.”
Isaac’s voice was calm.
The situation was this: the Fetchwig heirs, consumed by rivalry, had schemed endlessly to win their father’s favor.
They’d even formed factions, dragging in allies—including the Emperor’s beloved younger brother.
“Tsk. A brothel? And rumors of drugging him? No wonder His Majesty’s furious. He’s having their mail monitored now?” Chester chuckled, scanning the report. He couldn’t wait to see what scandal erupted next.
“Old man Fetchwig will have an aneurysm. He’s already fighting us over the land tax. And now the Emperor’s withdrawing support?”
“His Majesty will shift stance soon. He won’t side with Fetchwig now.”
“What should we do?”
“Nothing. This benefits us as-is. Just keep investigating that other matter you mentioned.”
“The seminary Fetchwig founded?”
Isaac nodded.
Satisfied, Chester set the paper down—then blinked at the window.
“Ah, it’s evening already. Shall we call it a day?”
“Mm.”
Isaac signaled Harry, who began organizing the documents with the other servants.
“Let’s dine. Care for some wine?”
“I’ll pass. I plan to read after supper.”
“Reading?”
Chester grinned.
“Adam’s eyes would sparkle if he heard. He’d beg to know what book you’ve chosen.”
Isaac’s expression softened.
The image of Adam, starry-eyed and eager, unwound the tension in his shoulders.
“Join me, then. Bring Adam too.”
“…Not a bad idea.”
“Not bad? You’re clearly thrilled.”
“……”
“No need to be shy. I’m just as pleased.”
Isaac studied Chester’s face—and found the same affection mirrored there.
“David?”
Chester’s voice turned puzzled.
In the hallway, David stood waiting, hands clasped respectfully.
“Why are you here? Your tasks?”
“All completed, my lord.”
“Oh? Well, good work. Go tell Adam to come out. And add that we’ll be reading after dinner.”
“Um, Lord Chester…”
David glanced at Isaac as well.
His faintly smiling face carried an unusual weight.
“And you, Lord Isaac.”
At the meaningful call, Isaac tilted his head.
David stepped closer to the two dukes and lowered his voice to a whisper.
“It’s a pregnancy. The baby has finally arrived.”
Both Isaac and Chester’s faces stiffened simultaneously.
Though this was what they had longed for, strangely, they didn’t feel joy.
It only felt surreal, like a dream.
After a long silence, the two dukes exchanged glances.
“So it’s happened.”
“I see.”
“…Where’s Adam now?”
“In his bedroom. Shall I call him out?”
“No, I’ll go to him myself.”
With that, Chester strode ahead.
Isaac let out a sigh before following.
“Adam.”
Chester pushed the door open and called his name.
Adam walked toward the door at the sound, his greeting awkward.
His expression was clearly flustered, still unfamiliar with the unexpected news of his pregnancy.
“My lords.”
“We’ll have to summon the doctor again tomorrow. I need to hear for myself whether the pregnancy is certain.”
As he spoke, Chester studied Adam’s stomach.
There was nothing to see yet—just his slender waist.
It was hard to believe that one day, it would swell.
“I’m truly happy.”
Adam murmured, pressing a hand to his belly.
“Finally, the day has come for me to repay your kindness. I’ll take care of myself until the birth.”
“Happy?”
Isaac, who had been silent until now, spoke up.
“You don’t look it.”
“Ah—no, I am. Truly. The moment I heard it from the doctor, I felt so relieved. I’d been worried… what if I was infertile…”
“I told you not to think like that.”
“Haha.”
Adam laughed softly, then awkwardly averted his gaze.
“It just hasn’t sunk in yet. That’s why I can’t fully rejoice.”
“Right, that’s understandable. It doesn’t feel real to me either—that Adam is carrying our child.”
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