Five Brothers

by Penelope Douglas

Grabbing me in both hands, he lifts me up and pins me to the tree. I wrap my legs around him. “What was one of the rumors about me that you said you heard?” he whispers over my jaw. “That I’m gonna breed you all out?” I hold his face in my hands. “I love you.” His scent fills my head, and I close my eyes, my hair like a curtain falling between us. “You could be carrying one of ours right now,” he says, hovering his mouth over mine. “My brothers and I had a lot of fun with you, after all.” I brush my nose to his. “I love you,” I whisper. “He’s going to get you nice and used.” I kiss him softly on the lips, and I feel his body tremble under my hands. “I love you.” “I would father all of your children,” he murmurs. I press my lips to his forehead, trailing kisses down his temple, down his face, and to the corner of his mouth. “Summon me every time you want one.” He breathes hard, digging his fingers into the backs of my thighs. “I’ll happily work for you.” Leaning in, he kisses my forehead, sets me back on my feet, and leaves me there. “I love you,” I mouth long after he’s gone.