IRIS
“Peaches, baby, we’re here.” Hunt’s soft voice filters through my dreams and my eyelashes flutter open, my gaze getting lost in his emerald ones. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
A smile tugs my lips up before I’m even fully awake, and I know that this is what I want, what I need for the rest of my life. To wake up with a smile because one of my men is being too damn sweet to me.
“What time is it?” I ask him, sitting up and seeing that it’s still dark out, although there is a slight lightening of the sky on the horizon.
“Just before five,” he answers, untucking the blanket that he helped wrap around me when we first got in the car. “The others have already boarded.”
I look past him, out of the window to see that we’re on the tarmac, a giant aeroplane looming above us, metal steps leading up to the open hatch. “Urgh, more stairs.”
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you,” he replies, opening the door, the fresh predawn air waking me up more.
He gets out of the car, then reaches in and helps me out too. No sooner have my feet touched the ground than he’s sweeping me up in his arms again.
“Hunt! I am capable of walking, you know,” I scold, though that doesn’t stop me wrapping my arms around his neck and snuggling into him a little.
“I know, Peaches. Doesn’t mean you should though.” Hunt logic at its finest. I don’t argue further—I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to be in his strong arms ever—and he carries me up the steps and into the plane.
“Wowsers,” I whisper, taking in the interior, which is nothing short of luxury. It’s all cream leather, large seats and even sofas, soft lighting and gleaming walnut wood. There even looks to be a room at the back, separated by a wall with a door for privacy.
“Yeah, those Knights sure know how to live in style.” Hunt chuckles as my gaze lands on the others. Something inside my chest eases, warming at the sight of everyone I care about, who I love, and is important to us being here. We’re all together and it couldn’t feel more right. Our whole family is here, safe and sound. Tears sting my eyes at the rightness of it all.
“Hey, Princess, don’t cry,” Roman pleads, rushing over to us as Nik and Rowan follow him. They surround me, Hunt pulling me close, each of the others touching me, assuring me with their presence that they’re here. That, at least for now, we’re okay.
“What’s wrong, Lamb?” Rowan asks, his tone dark like he’s about to reap destruction on whatever it is that is making me upset.
“Please tell us, Solnishko,” Nik begs when I’m too choked up to tell them why I currently have tears running down my cheeks.
“I— It’s just,” I manage, swallowing past the lump in my throat as I blink away the moisture that’s making their beautiful, concerned faces waver. “I want us to all be together like this, safe, forever. But it’s not going to happen really, not yet, and I’m scared, so scared that I’ll lose you.”
More tears flow as the words fall from my lips, my fears easing a little just voicing them aloud.
“I know, Peaches. I’m fucking terrified too,” Hunt confesses, placing a trembling kiss on my temple. “But we’re hard bastards to kill, and we’ve all got so fucking much to live for now; we won’t make it easy for whoever tries to take us away from you.”
“We will fight them, anyone who tries to tear us apart, Princess,” Roman tells me, his hand brushing the hair from my face as Hunt continues to hold me as if I weigh nothing.
“And we will win, Solnishko,” Nik declares, his warm palm on my leg, his brown eyes hard and unyielding, offering no alternative bar the one he’s decided.
“I promised you their blood, Lamb,” Rowan reminds me from next to his twin, and I twist my head to look at him, his amber eyes sparking like fire. “And I will give it to you, and we will dance and make love in it, just like I said.”
Their conviction calms my fractured nerves a little, and I’m able to take a deep inhale, all of their combined scents doing more to settle me. I guess the last twenty-four hours and the stress of the pregnancy scare haven’t helped at all.
“Sorry to interrupt, but we’ll be taking off in a moment and I need you to take your seats,” an older feminine voice states from beyond our circle, and I peer past the guys to see our stewardess, a lady with greying hair and a smart uniform smiling at us. “Once we’re airborne, you can get up and move around as much as you like and I can bring you some food and drinks.”
“Thank you,” I manage to get out, clearly none of the guys remembering their manners.
She walks off, towards the front of the plane where there’s an area set aside for the staff behind a curtain that swishes shut when she goes through it.
“Let’s get you settled, then maybe we can have something to eat and all go for a nap,” Hunt says, and the others part as he steps towards a set of seats right at the back, away from Bubby, Dima, and Andrei. There are four seats and they all face each other. I go to protest, not wanting anyone left out, but Hunt sits in one, setting me in his lap and pulling the seat belt over both of us, just like in the car. “I’m not ready to let you go yet, Peaches.”
The words are whispered in my ear as the others take their seats. Rowan nabs the one next to Hunt and me while Nik and Roman sit opposite us. I watch as Nik takes Roman’s hand in his, his good arm, then realise Roman is holding the other close to his chest even though the sling is off. My brows dip down.
“Are you hurting, Ro?” I ask as the plane picks up speed, starting to take off. My heart beats a little fast inside my chest, as it always used to do when I flew, but I’m not scared, more exhilarated.
“I’m okay, Princess. Andrei gave me some painkillers so it’s manageable,” he answers, and my worry eases even further when Nik brings the hand he’s holding up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of it. They are just too damn cute together.
Hunt pulls me closer to his body, Rowan grabbing my hand in his and gripping it tightly.
“Not a fan of flying?” I ask Roo, glancing over at him to find his jaw tight, his eyes closed.
He cracks one open to look at me. “I know that statistically I’m more likely to die in a car crash than a plane crash.” He swallows as the plane leaves the ground. “But there’s something unnatural about being in a tin can forty thousand feet above the ground.”
I suck my lips in, holding back the smile. “So it turns out that you’re just as human as the rest of us. Noted.”
Both his eyes open, then narrow as he glares at me.
“Oh, you just earned a punishment, Princess. Hope it was worth it.” Roman laughs, and now my heart is racing for an entirely different reason.
“What will my punishment be, Roo?” I ask Rowan, my eyes not leaving his intense gaze. His posture is less tense than it was moments before, his muscles relaxing as he continues to stare at me like a snake does to a mouse that’s wandered across its path.
“Maybe I’ll carve something else into that pretty flesh of yours,” he states, but then shakes his head, a wicked smile tugging his lips up that should be terrifying. Tell that to Evangeline. “No, you liked that too much, hardly a punishment.” He thinks for a moment, his attention never wavering as the plane evens out. “Perhaps some edging would do.” His grin widens when my breath catches and I squirm in Hunt’s lap. “Yes, I think that would work well. In fact, we could start right now.”
Before I can open my mouth to protest, he’s unbuckling his seat belt, grabbing a blanket, and kneeling in front of me. Hunt—the enabling bastard—helps get my leggings and knickers off, then places my thighs on either side of his, opening his legs wide and thus exposing me fully.
I try to close them when I spot the streaks of blood that still line my thighs, but a growl from both Hunt and Rowan freezes me in place.
“I’ve not been able to wash since…” I chew my lower lip but don’t need to finish. They know I mean since the scare.
“Oh, Lamb,” Rowan coos as his gaze devours the space between my thighs. “You know I’m not scared of a little blood. In fact…” He dips his head and takes a deep inhale that really shouldn’t turn me on, considering how messy I must be down there. “I prefer it and am glad you left it for me to clean up.”
I gasp as his tongue licks up my inner thigh just as the blanket settles over my lap, sort of hiding what he’s doing from view. Though, if anyone comes back here, they’ll know.
“You’ll have to be quiet, Peaches,” Hunt whispers in my ear, his hard, jeans-covered cock pressed against my arse. “And remember, no coming.”
I breathe out a shuddering breath as Rowan licks up the other side of my inner thigh, a low, quiet moan sounding under the blanket. He really likes it when I’m messy like this, and even though the situation that caused the blood was one of the worst times in my life, I can’t help the shiver of lust that pebbles my nipples under my shirt. Can’t stop the way that part of me fucking loves that he desires me even when society deems me undesirable. That he gets off on things that would make many men disgusted.
My lips part as he licks up my slit, his fingers moving to spread them apart more so he can really delve deeper. My eyelashes flutter, already so close to coming it’s embarrassing. I can hear the stewardess asking Dima, Andrei, and Bubby what they’d like to drink, and the panic that she’ll come over here just heightens the pleasure that Rowan’s tongue is bringing me.
“Don’t worry, she won’t interrupt us,” Hunt assures me softly, his lips ghosting over my neck, kissing, sucking, and nibbling until my eyes close again. The sensations they’re giving me are too much, and my chest heaves with panted breaths, my nails digging into Hunt’s forearms with the effort it’s taking to not cry out, not scream my pleasure for everyone to hear.
Just as I’m about to reach the cresting wave that promises oblivion, Rowan stops, his breath panting against my core but not enough to push me over the edge. My eyes snap open in outrage, only to find Nik’s hooded gaze on me, Roman’s head bobbing up and down in his lap. Nik’s fingers are tangled in Ro’s blond hair and is using it to guide his movements.
Fucking hell.
My core clenches around nothing, a small whimper falling from my lips as I watch my boyfriend give my other boyfriend a blow job. I think maybe it’s their first because Nik’s tight jaw keeps clenching as if it’s taking everything not to come, his eyes wild and every muscle tense as Ro swallows him down.
“They’re hot together, aren’t they, Peaches?” Hunt rasps in my ear, his lips resuming their teasing caresses as Rowan licks me from opening to clit.
“Fuck, yes, so hot,” I breathe out, the words barely a sound, but I know Nik hears or reads my lips because his tilts up in a smirk before they part when Roman takes him deep. Looks like I’m not the only one having to be quiet, though I doubt Roman is edging Nik in the same way that Rowan is doing to me.
“I can’t wait to get all three of you under me,” Hunt continues, and my back arches when Roo hits a sweet spot inside me with his tongue. “I can just imagine it, all of you on your knees for Daddy while I take turns choking you with my big cock.” His dirty words set me ablaze, and they’re almost enough to have me coming, but Rowan stops again like he knows. Fucking cuntface bastard.
He chuckles. “Such foul language from you, Lamb,” he purrs against my core, and I realise I must have said the last part aloud. He smacks my clit, just a tap really, but I swear to fuck I almost come from it.
“Naughty pet.”
In the next moment, he’s soothing the sting with his tongue again, and honestly, I’m not sure how much more I can take.
“Please, Roo,” I beg in a small whisper. “Please let me come.”
“Not sure you’ve learned your lesson yet, Lamb,” he murmurs against me, his tongue flicking out and massaging my clit.
“I have. I’m sorry for being rude to you. I wanted to distract you from being scared,” I choke out as he keeps flicking his tongue against my clit and I squirm in Hunt’s lap. Belatedly, I think that his jeans will be wrecked, but frankly, I don’t give a shit right now. I just need to come.
“She did help you out, brother,” Roman’s voice states from opposite us, and I snap my gaze up to him just as Nik shoves his face back in his lap, his dick burying deep in Ro’s throat by the sound of it.
“I didn’t say you could stop, Lev,” Nik snarls quietly, though I’ve no doubt the others know what we’re doing back here. Luckily they’re too polite to say, or maybe they know my men will have their heads, family or not, if they interrupt us.
“What do you think, Hunt? Does she deserve to come all over my face?” Rowan asks Hunt, his breath warm and tickling my damp pussy.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg him, twisting my face so I can press kisses on his throat.
“As you begged so prettily,” Hunt whispers, and in the next second, Rowan latches onto my clit and sucks. Hard.
I explode, burying my face in Hunt’s neck in a bid to muffle the sounds that want to slip from my lips, but fuck, it’s so hard to keep quiet. I do as Rowan commanded, coming all over his face, practically waterboarding the poor man, but he doesn’t stop. No, he keeps going, quiet noises of his appreciation coming from him as he keeps sucking.
The orgasm steals all of my focus, all of my fucking soul, as it doesn’t stop. I can’t breathe, can’t think, only feel as Rowan sucks my soul right out of Evangeline. My body is covered in sweat, my chest heaving and pussy pulsing as he finally relents, but only after I’m whimpering and twisting in Hunt’s lap.
Rowan sits back, the blanket falling down to reveal his flushed face, his lips and chin glistening. Hell, his black T-shirt is darker around the neck, and there are even spots down his chest. His lips tip up into a grin that would have most people screaming, but I don’t move as he comes closer, hovering over me.
“Good. Fucking. Lamb.”
Then those same lips that brought me so much pleasure lands on mine, giving me a taste of what he just did to me. There’s a metallic tinge, no doubt from the blood, but I don’t hate it. He kisses me like he can stop every bad thing from happening, kill everyone who means us harm, and in this moment, I believe him.
When he pulls away, I’m slumped in Hunt’s lap, which is also damp as fuck and must be uncomfortable. He doesn’t move though, just keeps hugging me close.
“What do you say to Rowan, baby?” Hunt asks, his voice low and husky, which sends an aftershock running through me.
“Thank you, Rowan,” I whisper, and both men hum in satisfaction. Then he presses another peck to my lips.
“Thank you, Lamb,” he whispers before he gets up, his jeans straining over his hard length. “Let’s grab a quick shower, then you can eat and rest.”
He holds his hand out for me, Hunt unbuckling us.
“There’s a shower?” I all but shriek, forgetting that I’m naked from the waist down and that I’m now visible to everyone else on the plane. Smart fuckers don’t turn to look though.
“Maybe next time you could keep the fucking to in there,” Bubby’s voice grumbles, and my whole body flushes, no doubt going bright red as Hunt helps me back into my knickers and leggings so I’m at least somewhat covered up.
“Oh, we plan to, kid,” Hunt teases, and Bubby’s groan elicits laughs from the rest of us.
“Didn’t need to know that, old man, but good for you that you can still get it up at your age,” Bubby volleys back, and my eyes widen as a bark of laughter falls from my lips. Hunt’s gaze snaps to me, my hand coming up to cover my mouth.
“Something funny, Peaches?” he asks, his voice low and deadly as he stalks towards me, and I shake my head.
“Nope, nothing funny, Daddy,” I quickly say, taking a step back, but of course Rowan is there, his hands on my waist, stopping me from getting away.
Hunt gets right in my personal space, his head dipping low until his lips are beside my ear.
“Good, because when we get to the bathroom, you’re going to wrap your hands around our hard cocks until we cover that sweet body with our cum, and I’d hate to have to withhold any more of your orgasms. It’s a twenty-hour flight after all.”
