ROWAN
My nostrils flare as I hold the blade to Nikolai’s neck, the scent of sex not helping the bloodlust running through my veins, colouring my vision in shades of crimson. It would be so easy to give in, to slice until the warmth of Nik’s lifeblood flows over my hands, but for her, for her love for him, I’ll hold off. For now at least.
As soon as we entered the cabin, we heard their cries, so Hunt and I rushed upstairs even though a part of me knew those were cries of passion, not pain. They didn’t even notice the door opening, so lost in their pleasure of each other. A split second is all it took to register that Roman was buried inside Iris’s sweet fucking cunt alongside Nik, that he was indeed alive, something I couldn’t quite believe despite Andrei’s assurances on the journey here. My body, however, reacted before my mind caught up, and now I’m holding my favourite knife to Nik’s pulse point.
“Rowan,” Iris gasps, her voice so fucking breathy that my dick jerks inside my pants, half hard from the sound alone. “I’m not sure Nik hates whatever you’re doing.”
Roman groans and Nik chuckles darkly.
“A little pain can make the pleasure all the sweeter, right, Rowan?” Nik says, his voice low and full of heat. Fuck’s sake.
With a snarl, I pull the knife away, a small smile lifting my lips at the bead of blood that travels down his neck. Closing and pocketing the blade, and ignoring the Russian also buried in my girl, I lie down on the bed until her flushed cheeks come into view and those stunning hazel eyes stare back at me, full of satisfaction.
“Hey, Roo,” she whispers, and all the harsh words that I planned to say to her about her escape from us flow from me as she smiles, her hand reaching out and cupping my cheek. “I was right.”
I flick a look at my brother, my chest swelling when our eyes connect. All else disappears, and it doesn’t matter that they’re still all fucking connected, because the bond Roman and I share cannot be interrupted. It’s something that is so much a part of me that I’m not surprised he’s alive, because some small part of my soul knew that he wasn’t dead.
“So you were,” I murmur, my eyes tracing over the face that is so like mine but also completely different. “Don’t ever die on me again.”
Roman huffs a laugh, still not bothering to move, and instead, reaching out a hand and cupping the other side of my face. Something inside me relaxes for the first time in weeks, his touch confirming what my eyes are seeing, what my soul is screaming. My brother, the other half of me, is fucking alive.
“I don’t intend to, brother,” he replies, and for a moment, I just let his touch ground me. He really is here, really is alive. Fuck.
“Perhaps you three fucking brats can separate so I can punish your fucking hides?” Hunt growls from beside the bed, and Iris giggles. Fucking giggles.
“Oh, he’s really mad, isn’t he?” she asks, and I shake my head, their hands falling away as I sit up.
“Mad, Peaches, implies that there is a rational fucking thought flowing through me right now,” Hunt snarls, and Iris’s eyes widen as he kneels on the bed before ripping Nik from her body, his hand around the back of Nik’s neck.
She twists in time to see Hunt on his knees next to Nikolai, his jaw clenched. “You, Sweetheart, have some fucking explaining to do.”
Then he shocks the shit out of everyone by slamming his lips against the other man’s, his other hand coming up to wrap around the front of Nik’s throat to hold him exactly where he wants him. Iris gasps, the sound more of a moan that hits me right in the solar plexus.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Roman groans, and I look back down at him, still unbelieving that he’s really fucking here.
Hunt tears himself away from Nik, both their chests heaving. “Don’t fucking move,” Hunt commands after pulling Nik to the side of where he was originally between Roman’s legs. Nik swallows hard, his body trembling, his dick glistening and still hard. Hunt takes Nik’s place, glancing down at the place where Iris and Roman are still joined. “Just look at my pretty swollen pussy, dripping with their cum and ready for Daddy.”
The sound of his belt being undone fills the room, and I watch the shiver that falls over Iris.
“After he’s done with you, Lamb,” I coo, settling back down on my side and trailing my hand over her skin. It’s so fucking soft. She shudders, her wide eyes on me. “I’m going to take his belt and redden your perfect peachy arse.”
“Roo,” she breathes out, her eyelashes fluttering and then flying open. “Hunt!”
I glance down to see that he’s buried himself to the hilt, his body still fully clothed, boots on as she lies naked underneath him, my brother underneath her. There’s just something about him being fully clothed and them being naked that has my cock begging for attention.
I smirk, hearing Roman’s groan enough to let me know he’s still inside her too. Unbuttoning my jeans, I pull my now hard cock out, taking her hand that was digging into my brother’s chest and wrapping her fingers around my length.
Fire races across my skin at her touch, her breathy moans building me higher. I look down at our hands, moving up and down my length, and she makes the sexiest fucking sound when my brother’s fingers move between them. I want that sound travelling down my length, so I pull our hands away, then get to my knees, shuffling so that I’m in the right position.
“Time to put that mouth to good use, Lamb,” I snarl, grabbing a fistful of her luscious blonde hair and using it to tug her upwards. She cries out, but I take advantage of her open mouth and force it over my dick. “Fucking Christ, Iris.”
The warm, wet heat threatens to undo me, and I grit my teeth as I gaze down at her. Her palm is braced on my brother’s chest, his eyes closed and a pleasured look on his face as Hunt doesn’t even slow down, despite the slightly awkward way I’ve twisted Iris.
She looks up at me, her eyes glistening, and I use my free hand to caress her cheek.
“I’m going to use you like the fuck doll you are, like my own personal sacrifice. And you will take every inch, every thrust, and every drop of me, then thank me afterwards.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond, instead thrusting deep until I hit the back of her throat. Then holding her watering gaze, I push deeper, my eyes threatening to roll as I enter her throat. I don’t let go of her stare as I fuck her mouth, only giving her seconds to breathe in between each thrust. It’s the purest fucking heaven and the most exquisite hell all rolled into one. I never want it to end, but at the same time, I’m racing towards my release.
Hunt makes her whole body jerk as he fucks her. It’s like he’s trying to reach her soul through her pussy. I can sympathise, and I’m not as pissed as he is. His protective instincts ride him hard, never more so given what we thought happened to Roman, or Iris being taken by Sergi all those weeks ago.
So he’s taking out his anger on her willing body, and it’s a sight that drives my pleasure higher. I glance up at Hunt, who grabs Nik by the front of the throat again and devours him in a kiss that makes the Russian moan and sink his fingers into Hunt’s hair.
Tingles race down my spine, and I look back at Iris, tears streaming down her face as I use her exactly like I told her I would. The sounds she’s making vibrate down my shaft, and all too soon, my balls draw up, forcing me to sink even deeper in her throat as I climax. The act of her swallowing has me almost fucking feral, my body light and full of electricity as my lids close from the sheer pleasure she’s giving me.
I hear the others reach their own peaks, but it’s as if they are in the distance because I’m lost to this feeling of pure, unadulterated bliss. My mind calms, which only happens when I lose myself in my Lamb, and I take one more moment to bask in the glow before opening my eyes and pulling out, allowing her a gasp of much needed air.
I release my hold on her hair, but Hunt catches her before she falls on Roman, pulling her back to his chest and nuzzling into her neck.
“You’re such a good girl for me, so beautiful when you come all over our cocks, taking every drop from us like you should,” he praises, and she shudders, her body melting into him.
I can’t help myself, so I reach out and trace my fingers down her cheek and across her swollen bottom lip.
“Such a perfect, beautiful sacrifice,” I whisper, and her lids flutter open, her slightly reddened eyes soft as they gaze at me with more love than I deserve.
Those eyes suddenly widen as her hand flies to her rounded stomach, and my heart thrashes inside my chest with sudden terror. Is something wrong with the baby? Did we somehow hurt it?
“It’s moving,” she whispers, her voice rasping given her abused throat. Her lips tilt up in a serene smile as she grabs Roman’s hand and places it over her bump.
His eyes go wide as a smile takes over his face. “Guess all that moving woke you up, huh, kid?”
“Roman!” she mock scolds, laughter in her voice as Hunt places his hand over and she reaches out for mine and Nik’s.
My pulse settles down as I feel the movement underneath my palm, my fingers brushing Nikolai’s. I look up into his face, seeing the sheer wonder and a small amount of terror in the shine of his eyes and the tremble of his lower lip.
My ire towards him melts, just a little, at the look. I guess his actions with Roman saved him, and he’s been keeping him safe ever since.
“I won’t let him hurt you, little one,” Nik whispers as he stares down at our hands, at the child that grows in our woman.
There’s a pounding in my ears, an edgy, twitchy feeling across my limbs as I think about the man Nik is referring to. Sergi fucking Petrov. He’s the devil who is to blame for the shit we’ve been through. Nik is just trying to survive, like I had to all those years ago.
“We will help you take him down,” I state, and Nik snaps his head up to me. “And then, we will wipe him from the earth so that no part of him exists anymore.”
“But a part of him will always exist,” Iris comments softly, and I turn to look down at her. Her eyes are watery with tears, and my heart twinges inside my chest. “Nik and this baby are half his.”
“But they belong to us now,” Hunt states, his tone brokering no arguments. I can feel Nik’s stillness at the statement, and I glance at him to find his attention focused on Hunt. “So the part of them that is his no longer belongs to him.”
Nik’s throat bobs, his eyes glistening as he takes in Hunt’s statement, and it’s as if I’m seeing for the first time how truly alone Nikolai Petrov is. He’s like us all, unable to rely on the family he was born to, so he needs to find his own family. My hand shifts on Iris’s stomach, my palm covering Nik’s.
His gaze finds mine and I give him a slow dip of my head.
“Let’s get cleaned up, and maybe some breakfast because I’m fucking starving,” I say, holding his gaze. “Then we have a family meeting to discuss this clusterfuck we’re in.”
A small smile lifts his lips, and I recognise it. It’s a smile full of hope, something that I doubt he allows himself much of. I know I didn’t.
But finding my family, finding Hunt and then Iris, allowed me to see the possibility of a future. Of happiness. And I’ll be fucked if I let Sergi Petrov steal that away.
