IRIS
Tendrils of pleasure weave their way into my consciousness, my eyelids fluttering as I surface from one of the best sleeps I’ve ever had.
“That’s it, Peaches, let Daddy take care of you, just like you took care of me,” Hunt’s deep, gruff voice filters into my ears, and I blink my eyes open on a gasp as he slides deep inside me from behind.
“Hunt,” I breathe out, my hands grasping the bedsheets as he leisurely pumps in and out of me, tingles racing across my entire body and leaving me breathless.
“Shhhh, baby, the twins are still asleep,” he whispers in my ear, but it’s so fucking hard to keep quiet, especially when he pulls my leg up higher on his hip, hitting a spot deep inside me that has me moaning.
“Your moans filtered into my dreams, Lamb,” Rowan rasps from in front of me, and I open eyes I didn’t realise I’d closed to find him staring at me, his gaze hot and heavy. “I enjoy waking up hearing them.” His hand tangles in my hair and he uses his grip to tug me forward, his lips hovering over mine. “Once Hunt has finished, I’m going to get his belt and punish you for running from me.”
His voice is a deadly whisper, one that sends shivers running across my skin, but they aren’t of fear. No, fucking horny bitch that Evangeline is, they just make her wetter, make me hotter. I want it badly.
“She likes the sound of that. She just clenched around me.” Hunt chuckles before thrusting hard, and I gasp at the almost pain. “Fuck! Roman!”
My heart stutters as I imagine what Roman just did to Hunt to make him react like that.
“Tell me I can have you here, Daddy,” Roman coos, and Hunt groans in the most sexy fucking way as my eyes roll back. “Tell me I can feel your tight hole gripping me while you fuck your wife.”
Oh. Good. Fucking. Lord.
Roman talking to Hunter like that…yep, that’ll do it.
“You can have my arse, Baby Boy,” Hunt readily agrees, thrusting into me again. “Let me just get into position. Rowan, get Iris on top of you.”
“Yes, boss,” Rowan sasses, and I’m given no time to even try to help as Rowan pulls me on top of him at the same time as Hunt moves so that his dick stays inside me. I moan as Rowan’s hard, pierced underside presses up against my clit. “Nah ah ah,” Roo chides, pulling my knees so that I fully open, Hunt sinking in deeper. “You don’t get my dick until after your punishment.”
Before I can protest, he flexes his hips so his piercings rub my clit, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
“Roo!” I gasp, and he laughs, the sound dark and filled with promises of the most exquisite pain.
“I’m not a complete monster, Lamb,” he says, flexing his hips in time with Hunt until I’m writhing and moaning on top of him.
My breath stalls inside my chest when Hunt goes even deeper, a low moan falling against the back of my neck. “Fuck, Baby Boy.”
“You’re so fucking tight, Daddy. Swallowing my dick like you’ve been desperate for it,” Ro grits out, and Jesus, the thought of him taking Hunt as Hunter fucks me is sending me higher than I thought possible.
“By the way you’re dripping all over me, Lamb, you are enjoying Hunt getting fucked by my brother, aren’t you?”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” I pant out, my nails sinking into Rowan’s chest as the pleasure consumes me.
Roman fucks Hunt harder, like he can’t contain himself, and Hunt fucks me so deep, Rowan rubbing my clit over and over again with his damn piercings. I can’t make a single noise because I can barely breathe, waves of heat rushing over me as I am utterly drowning in pleasure, the guys unrelenting until tears leak from my eyes.
My orgasm threatens to undo me completely, and all I can do is hold on and pray that this never ends because I want to fly this high for the rest of my life.
“Fuck!” Hunt yells, pushing in deep and then stilling, another wave of pleasure leaving me gasping for air as he fills me up with his cum.
“Take. Every. Fucking. Drop,” Roman snarls, and I feel each punch of his hips through Hunt. They prolong my climax, my breaths stuttering out of me as I no longer feel where I begin and where the pleasure ends.
Then they finally still, my poor Evangeline pulsing around Hunt’s dick in time to my rapid heartbeat as we lie there, breathing, learning what being alive means.
“Such a good little sacrifice, taking all of Hunt’s cum in that sweet cunt,” Rowan coos, stroking his large palm down my shivering back. “But don’t for a minute think that you’re done.”
I shudder, moaning when Roman and Hunt move off me. My pregnancy prevented me from lying completely flat on Rowan, and Hunt uses that to his advantage as he maneuverers me off Roo.
“I–I can’t move my legs,” I whisper, my eyes still closed as bliss washes over me.
“Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get you where he wants you,” Hunt tells me, moving me so that my legs are off the bed, a pillow supporting my upper body which is lying on the cool sheets.
“So fucking beautiful, little Lamb,” Rowan purrs from behind me, and a shiver works its way down my spine. “Now, and only because you are growing our child, I will allow you a safe word in case it gets too much. What’s your safe word?”
“Blueberry,” I answer, the jam we had this morning coming to mind.
“Good girl.” He glides his hot palm down my spine, and I arch into his touch. My body begs for anything he wants to give me. “Now, I will only give you six strikes with Hunt’s belt, given this is your first time. We’ll work you up to more. Okay?”
The promise in his words has my breath hitching. I love Rowan’s style of pain. It just makes the pleasure he gives me all that sweeter.
“Roo?” I ask, a need welling up inside me I couldn’t repress even if I wanted to.
“Yes, Lamb?” I don’t move from the position they’ve put me in, but my eyelids flutter open as he bends next to me so that his face is level with mine on the bed.
“Afterwards, will you mark me? With your knife?”
His pupils blow as his nostrils flare.
“Fuck,” Roman hisses from somewhere above, and I can just make out him in Hunt’s arms, Hunt resting his back on the headboard.
“Beg me to cut you with my knife, Iris,” Rowan demands, and my lips are opening before he’s even finished.
“Please, Roo. Please use your knife to scar my skin. It’s been so long since you marked me and I need you on my skin, with me always.” My words surprise me a little because I never knew I was into this kind of thing, but with Rowan, I want him so deep, so permanent, that he can never be removed.
“As you ask so prettily, my little sacrifice,” he whispers, his hand reaching out and stroking my cheek. “When I’m done with the belt, and I’m so deep inside you that you don’t know where I stop and you begin, I will take my knife and carve up that pretty skin so I’ll always be a part of you. Sound good?”
“It sounds perfect,” I murmur, nuzzling my cheek into his hand and letting my eyelashes flutter for a moment, just enjoying his touch.
“You are perfect, my Lamb,” he says reverently, leaning forward and placing a soft, reverent kiss on my temple.
My breath shortens as he releases my face, straightening up and disappearing from my sight. I jump when his palm lands on my arse cheek, caressing it softly as he chuckles darkly.
“So jumpy,” he muses, the slight whistle of air hitting my ears seconds before the sharp smack of the leather hits my skin. Before the cry has finished leaving my lips, his palm is back, rubbing the hurt in and somehow making it better and worse all at once. “So beautifully responsive.”
The belt cracks down on my other side next, my gasp turning into a moan when he once again massages the area and spreads the tingling pain all across my arse.
“You’re taking it so well, Peaches. I’m so proud of you,” Hunt coos from up the bed, and I twist my face so that I can look up at him through tear-dotted lashes.
“She’s exquisite,” Rowan adds in a deceptively soft voice just as another hit lands on the first side, then one more on the second side in quick succession. He rubs both cheeks, the heat from his hand making the skin burn and tingle, my body both trying to squirm away and seek more. “Look how she begs for more with her stunning arse.”
“So stunning,” Roman comments, his words turning to a moan as Hunt’s inked-up hand closes around his hard shaft and drags up and down. “Fuck, Daddy.”
The sight adds a layer of visual pleasure, which ricochets all across my nerve endings, sending me spiralling as the next hit falls.
“Just one more, my precious one,” Roo purrs, rubbing the fire deeper until it almost no longer hurts. The smack comes quickly, my back arching as an orgasm explodes over me, leaving me shaking and breathless. “Look at you, coming from your punishment like such a good girl.”
My legs tremble as he pushes inside my soppy, dripping and still pulsing pussy, his hands grabbing my arse, which sends sharp spikes of pain skittering across my body. His hips pulse, the pleasure of his Jacob’s ladder piercing a delicious contradiction to the burning skin of my arse.
“Where shall I mark you, my Lamb?” he rasps, and I moan as the scratch of steel traces across the skin of my back.
“I, um, you can choose,” I gasp, panting as he builds me up again with his magical fucking dick and the threat of more exquisite pain.
“Hmmm,” he ponders, pausing at my right shoulder blade. “I think here, where everyone can see who you fucking belong to. Deep breath.”
I do as he commands, the sharp sting of the blade turning into something that threatens to consume me, but his hips swirl, grinding my clit on the edge of the bed as he hits that sweet spot deep inside me, and the pain blossoms into something beautiful.
“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so well,” Hunt admires from his place in front of me, and I blink open eyes streaming with tears to see his gaze fixed on Rowan’s hands, still carving something into my shoulder.
Roman’s dick jerks as he watches, his eyes hungry as his twin marks me, scarring me for all to see.
“There,” Roo pants, his tone pleased and so fucking deep that pleasure shivers over my skin. “Fuck, you look so fucking good, arse red, my mark on your skin, your blood dripping on the sheets.” He leans down, his tongue flicking over the wound, and I cry out as he tongues the edges, pain and pleasure mixing inside me until I am utterly consumed by him.
Then he drapes himself over me, not crushing my bump but letting me feel his hot skin all over my own as he fucks me slow and deep, his tongue laving over the wound that he just inflicted. It’s perfect agony, my mind transcending as my body gives in to the duel sensations of pleasure and pain he’s giving me.
“That’s it, Little Lamb, come for your master, your pilgrim,” he demands, his tone harsh and loving all at once.
I am helpless to resist, my body trembling and seizing as I do as he says and climax again. All I can do is breathe through it, the pleasure so complete, so much that my mind blanks entirely and I wonder where I exist anymore.
He follows me into the abyss, his body stiffening on top of mine, holding me and pinning me, letting me know with more than words that I am safe, loved, and cherished. It’s that thought, along with the intensity of what just happened, that opens the floodgates, and I burst into tears.
He doesn’t let go, doesn’t move or slip from me, but continues to hold me, whispering words of praise and encouragement as a blanket is put over both of us, cocooning us in each other’s warmth as I sob and cry and let everything out.
I’ve no idea how much time passes, but Rowan stays with me, never letting me go as I let all the worry and anguish of the past few weeks drain out of me as he embraces me in his powerful arms. After a while, my sobs subside, the sheets underneath my cheek damp, and my body exhausted but so much lighter.
“Feeling better, Lamb?” Rowan asks softly, nuzzling my cheek and pressing a soft kiss to it.
“So much, thank you,” I murmur back, my voice a little raspy.
“Never thank me for giving you what you need,” he replies, finally slipping from my body, but his hands remain on me as he helps me to stand. He gently turns me so that I’m facing him, my shoulder twinging slightly as it pulls the cuts. “I will always look after you, my love.”
“I love you, Rowan. So fucking much.” I press my lips to his in a light kiss and snuggle into his sweat-slicked chest, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me close.
“I love you too, Iris,” he responds, his lips pressed to the top of my head. “And now I’m going to wash you, then clean and dress my mark, and then we will get some food.”
“I’ll shower, then make some food,” Hunt offers, coming over to us and stroking a large hand down my back. “Roman, with me so I can check your shoulder, then get Andrei to take a look.” Hunt steps back, heading towards the door as Roman comes over.
“Yes, Daddy,” Roman answers, his arm still in a sling that looks like it’s seen better days after that wake up. “See you soon, beautiful.” He kisses my lips in a quick peck, then follows Hunt, both men gloriously naked and all mine.
“Come, Lamb. Let’s get you sorted,” Rowan encourages, dropping his arms and taking my hand in his, leading me to the attached bathroom.
“Someone should probably change the sheets,” I suggest, a flush stealing over my cheeks as I think about the sheer amount of bodily fluids on Nik’s bedding right now. Rowan huffs a laugh, starting up the shower.
“I’ll see to it after you’re taken care of. Don’t worry, love,” he states, and my insides warm at the term of endearment.
I don’t know how I got so lucky having not one but four men to love, cherish, and take care of me. But even with everything that has happened, even with all the shit, the heartache and the worry about what lies ahead, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
