Baby Daddy Roulette

Chapter 44

Selene’s POV

The champagne warmth hums through my veins, but it's not the alcohol making me bold.

It's the victory. The weeks of perfect control, of documenting every slight, of giving Derek nothing while he tried to break me. I was bulletproof because I had to be—contained, professional, untouchable.

Now I want to touch. And be touched. And take exactly what I want.

The babies are asleep. The house is quiet. Axel and Mateo are on the couch watching me with the particular attention they get when they sense a shift in the air.

"I have an idea," I say, setting down my champagne glass.

"We're listening," Mateo responds, eyes already darkening.

"For weeks, I've been controlled. Measured. Careful. I gave him nothing." I move toward them, feeling their focus track my every step. "Tonight, I want to take everything."

Axel's breath catches. Subtle, but I know his tells. "What does that mean?"

"It means I'm in charge." I stop in front of them, looking down at two of the most powerful men I know—athletes, protectors, men who could overpower me in seconds—and watch them wait for my instruction. "You do what I say. Both of you."

Mateo's grin is wicked. "Yes ma'am."

"Bedroom. Now."

They move immediately. No questions, no negotiation. Just compliance. The power of it rushes through me like electricity.

In the bedroom, I make them stand at the foot of the bed while I sit on the edge. Looking up at them. Making them wait.

"Shirts off."

They obey. Axel's pale skin and dark tattoos, the Norse symbols that trace his ribs and shoulders. Mateo's golden warmth, the lean muscle built from years of discipline. Both of them watching me like I'm the only thing in the universe that matters.

"Now each other."

Mateo's eyebrows rise, but he turns to Axel without hesitation. They kiss—slow at first, almost tentative, then deeper when I make an approving sound. Axel's hand comes up to grip Mateo's jaw, controlling the angle, and I watch them together and feel the heat pool between my thighs.

"Good," I breathe. "Now me."

They turn in unison. Predators given permission.

"Slowly," I command. "I want to feel every second."

Axel reaches me first, kneeling on the bed behind me while Mateo kneels at my feet. Four hands working together—Axel's on my shoulders, sliding my shirt down my arms, Mateo's on my thighs, pushing up my skirt. They move like they've choreographed this, a synchronized worship that makes me gasp.

"Tell us what you need," Axel murmurs against my ear.

"I need to feel powerful. I need—" I lose the words when Mateo's mouth finds my inner thigh, hot and teasing. "I need you to make me feel like I'm in control of something."

"You're in control of us." His teeth scrape my skin. "Always."

Axel's hands unhook my bra, slide it away. His palms cup my breasts from behind, thumbs circling my nipples until I arch into his touch. Mateo works my underwear down my legs, pressing kisses to each inch of skin he exposes.

"Mateo. Your mouth. Now."

He grins against my thigh—"sí, mi reina"—and then his tongue is on me, and I forget how to think.

Axel holds me steady while Mateo devours me. His arm across my stomach, his mouth on my neck, his voice in my ear telling me how beautiful I am, how strong, how perfectly in command even while falling apart. I grip his forearm with one hand, Mateo's hair with the other, and let myself take.

"Don't stop," I gasp. "Don't you dare stop."

He doesn't stop. Drives me higher with lips and tongue and fingers until I'm shaking, until the orgasm crashes through me so hard I see white. Mateo works me through it, gentling when I tug his hair, looking up at me with swollen lips and satisfied eyes.

"More," I manage. "I want more."

They exchange a glance. That silent communication they have.

"How do you want us?" Axel asks.

I consider. Take my time, even though my body is screaming for them. This is my show. My pace.

"Axel on his back. Mateo—watch."

Axel lies back against the pillows. I straddle him, sinking down slowly, savoring the stretch and fullness. His hands grip my hips but don't guide—he's letting me set the rhythm, giving me exactly what I demanded.

"Fuck," he breathes, accent thickening. "You feel—"

"Don't talk. Just feel."

I ride him at my pace. Slow when I want slow. Fast when I need more. Mateo sits at the edge of the bed, stroking himself, eyes fixed on where our bodies join. The knowledge that he's watching, waiting, wanting—it pushes me higher.

"Come here," I tell Mateo. "Behind me. I want to feel both of you."

He moves. His chest against my back, his cock hard against my spine. His hands replace Axel's on my hips, helping me move, grinding me down onto Axel while Axel thrusts up to meet me.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Mateo groans. "Taking what you want. Using us."

"I earned this." The words come out fierce. "I earned the right to feel good."

"You did, cariño. Take it. Take everything."

I lean back into Mateo's chest, changing the angle, and Axel hits something inside me that makes me cry out. Mateo's hand slides down my stomach, finds my clit, circles with perfect pressure while Axel fucks up into me.

"I'm going to—" I can't finish. The pleasure is too much, cresting again, bigger than before.

"Let go," Axel commands, the first words he's spoken in minutes. "We've got you. Let go."

I come undone between them. Screaming both their names, clenching around Axel until he follows with a broken groan. Mateo's holding me up, keeping me anchored while my body shakes with aftershocks.

"My turn," I say when I can breathe again. "I'm not done."

They laugh—surprised, delighted—and I push Mateo down, climbing on top of him while he's still catching up. His hands fly to my waist, steadying me.

"Dios mío, Selene—"

"My rules tonight. And my rule is I take what I want until I'm satisfied."

Axel settles beside us, one hand on my back, mouth finding my shoulder as I lower myself onto Mateo. This time I'm less controlled, more desperate—chasing the feeling, using his body, listening to him curse in Spanish while I ride him hard and fast.

"Touch me," I tell Axel. "Both of you—hands on me. Everywhere."

They obey. Axel's hands on my breasts, Mateo's on my hips, then switching, both of them mapping my body like they're memorizing it. I feel surrounded, worshipped, completely in control even while spiraling out of it.

The third orgasm rolls through me like a wave. Slower than the others, deeper. Mateo follows with a groan that I swallow with a kiss.

After, I collapse between them, boneless and buzzing. Two sets of hands petting me gently—my hair, my back, my arms. Coming down together.

"That was..." Mateo trails off. "Wow."

"You earned it," Axel says quietly, echoing my words back to me. "You fought for weeks. You won. You deserve to feel powerful."

"I do feel powerful." I curl into them, satisfied in a way that goes beyond physical. "I feel like myself again. Like they couldn't take that from me no matter how hard they tried."

Mateo kisses my forehead. "They never could. They just reminded you what you're made of."

I close my eyes, surrounded by warmth and strength and the men who let me take control when I needed it most.

Tomorrow there might be more battles. Cassian might retaliate. The world might try again to tear us down.

But tonight, I'm exactly where I belong.