ROWAN
My little Lamb’s body shivers as Hunt’s threat washes over her. I take a deep inhale, smelling her scent all over my face, tasting her on my tongue, and fuck if it isn’t the best thing.
We lead her to the back of the plane and through the door into the bedroom, which has a pretty fucking massive bed in it. Guess the Knights know what it’s like to need the space when there are several of you sharing.
“This is beyond crazy,” Iris mumbles, her eyes wide as she takes in the space. She’s right. This is the kind of luxury kids like us can’t even dream about. It’s beyond our imaginations.
“Yeah, The Knights are rich as fuck. So is Lilly,” Roman states, shutting the door behind him once we’re all in the space, including the mafia Prince.
I look over at Nikolai, his cheeks flushed thanks to my brother’s attention. His hand is in Roman’s, and he looks between my twin, Hunt, and Iris like a drowning man who’s been given a taste of the air that will save him.
“We won’t all fit in the shower,” Hunt declares, peering into the bathroom before looking back at us. “Peaches, Rowan, and I will go first.”
He doesn’t give the others a chance to argue, just tugs Iris into the bathroom, her hand in mine pulling me along with them. I shut and lock the door—walnut like the rest of the plane—and smirk at how much of an arsehole Hunt can be sometimes.
“That was rude,” Iris mutters, and I push up against her back, wrapping my arms around her while Hunt gets the shower started. The gasp that falls from her lips makes my already hard dick jerk in my jeans.
“Neither of us give a shit.” She shudders when my palms glide down her body, grabbing the hem of her soft jumper before pulling it up and off her. “We all learned at a young age that sometimes you have to take what you want.”
A stuttered breath leaves her as Hunt kneels before her, taking hold of the waistband of her leggings and tugging those off her. She’s left in her, no doubt, damp knickers and a soft lace bra that I make quick work of removing.
Hunt wastes no time in getting her out of the underwear until she’s naked before us, and I can’t help peppering her warm skin with kisses and nips of my teeth.
“You are so fucking beyond gorgeous, Peaches,” Hunt whispers, awe lacing his tone, and I couldn’t agree more. She’s our light in the darkness of this fucked up world. The goddess whose altar I pray at and worship daily.
Stepping back the slightest amount, I tug my T-shirt off, then unbuckle my jeans and step out of my boots and socks until I’m as naked as she is. I press my body against hers, hissing at the contact because it feels so fucking good I want to cry. That’s what she does to me. I’m the man who barely felt a thing, and now I feel every fucking thing. I’m not even mad if it means I get to feel her like this every day for the rest of my life.
My hands roam over her skin, Hunt standing up and quickly shedding his clothes so he can press up against her from the front. Her groan makes me almost feral, my teeth sinking into her shoulder, the one where my mark lies, red and healing but showing the whole fucking world that she belongs to me.
“I need you so badly,” she moans, tilting her head so I have better access to her neck. “Hunt.”
I peer over her shoulder to find his hand between her thighs, his fingers playing with her. I know he won’t enter her, no matter how much she begs. Andrei told us that it’s safe now the bleeding has stopped, but it would be best to wait a few days just to make sure, especially given this new stress we’re facing and having to flee the medical help the hospital could provide.
“Shhhh, we’ll make you feel good, Peaches,” Hunt assures her, and looking around, I spot a bottle of lube on the counter, which has an idea forming in my mind that may give her what she wants while keeping her safe.
Reaching over, I grab it, popping the cap and squirting some in my hand.
“Grab her leg, Hunt,” I instruct, and his eyes move from her face to me, a smirk tilting his lips upwards.
He does as I ask, pulling her thigh to wrap around his waist, exposing that beautiful puckered hole to me. Using my lubed fingers, I play around the tight ring, a deep groan falling from her lips as her head falls back onto my shoulder.
“That’s it, baby, let Rowan into that pretty arsehole of yours,” Hunt coos, and I flit a gaze to him when she gasps. His hand is moving up and down, and if I were to guess by his clenched jaw and fluttering eyelids, he’s using his dick to stimulate her clit, something she fucking loves.
Whatever he’s doing, along with his words, loosens her enough to let me slip a finger inside her heated passage, quickly allowing me to add another, mostly because I’m an inpatient bastard and know she likes a pinch of pain anyway.
“You’re gonna let me fuck you in this tight arse, aren’t you, Lamb?” I rasp out, pumping my fingers in and out of her.
“Yes— Fuck yes, Rowan, please,” she begs, her eyes closed as her hips move with my fingers and Hunt’s cock.
“Good girl,” Hunt praises as I remove my fingers and use the lube to cover my cock. I’m practically weeping at my tip to be inside her, the need threatening to undo me.
Taking my dick in my hand, I use the other to spread her cheeks open and notch my head against her hole.
“Deep breath, Lamb,” I instruct, then punch my hips forward and fill her in one thrust.
She screams, part in pain and part in pleasure, and I hold still, trying not to lose my ever-loving mind at the feel of her heat surrounding me. “Fuck, pretty, you feel so fucking incredible gripping my dick like that.”
Sweat covers her body, and a whine leaves her lips when I slowly withdraw and pump back inside her, not wanting to jostle her too much, just in case.
“Shit, Roo,” she breathes out, her hands gripping Hunt, her fingers indenting his skin as we work her between us.
“You love it, don’t you, Lamb? My dick deep in that tight arse of yours, Hunt taking care of you too,” I rasp out, my hips pumping in and out. It’s taking control I’ve never bothered to use before not to slam into her, but she’s too precious not to take care of, especially with what has happened in the past twenty-four hours.
“Yes, fuck, I love it so much,” she agrees, her body tightening with her impending release. “Please, please fill me up and come all over me.”
I’m not able to deny her anything, my hands digging into her hips as I continue to thrust, the pleasure skittering over my skin like someone is running a live current over my body. It’s never been this good, never been this addicting. Before Iris, I could take or leave sex, not wanting the touch of another as all too often it reminded me of all the shit that cunt did to me as a kid.
But with her, it’s been different from the very first moment. She soothes the demons inside me, softens my hard, jagged edges until they’re no longer cutting.
“Come for us, baby,” Hunt orders, his voice raspy, telling me he’s just as close to the edge as I am.
She obeys him beautifully, crying out, her entire body stiffening and gripping my dick so fucking hard I’m unable to stop my orgasm from tearing through me as I fill her up, just like she begged.
Hunt snarls his orgasm out, no doubt covering her gorgeous pussy with his cum. The mental image has my hips flexing to get deeper, fill her more.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, Lamb,” I whisper, my voice husky as I kiss her sweat-soaked neck, her body limp between Hunt and me. Her chest heaves, her eyes closed, and a small smile on her lips that makes all the shit in my life worth it.
Hunt takes a step away, giving me more of her weight, but I could spend forever holding her, so it’s no big deal. “Let’s get you cleaned up, then it’s time for a nap.”
Her stomach chooses that moment to growl loudly and we all chuckle.
“Maybe some food first?” she asks, blinking open her eyes, and I watch as the feared leader of one of London’s biggest and most fearsome gangs fucking melts.
“Food first,” he agrees, taking her hand and pulling her from me. We both hiss when my dick slips from her, and she looks over her shoulder, a flush dusting her cheeks.
“Coming?” she asks almost shyly, and I chuckle, her beautiful innocence enchanting me.
“Always,” I reply, following her and Hunt into the shower and counting my lucky stars that this is now my life. That she is now mine, ours, and no matter what, nothing will change that.
IRIS
After washing up and going back into the bedroom, we discover Roman and Nik had already ordered us food and drinks.
“You need to eat, Dorogaya,” Nik instructs, taking my hand and tugging me to sit on the bed. He passes me a plate, and I groan when I see that it’s full of all my favourite breakfast food. Those yummy Russian pancakes—syrniki—bacon, eggs, and miniature muffins. Fucking yum.
Chuckles sound around me as I eat, and I look up to find all of the guys looking at me, their gazes soft and loving, warming me from the inside out.
“What?” I ask around a mouthful of food, grabbing the glass of mixed juice that Roman hands me.
“You are beyond adorable, Princess,” he says, placing a kiss on my forehead before he sits down and starts tucking into his own plate of food. “I love you.”
My snarky retort dies on my lips at those words, and I smile at him. “Love you too, Ro.”
A yawn overtakes me, my body feeling heavy, and the plate and glass are quickly taken from me.
“Let’s get some sleep, Peaches,” Hunt suggests, tugging me up and pulling my towel off. A soft cotton T-shirt is placed over my head, and I smile at the scent, Hunt’s rosemary and mint. Possessive bastard.
He leads me to the bed, encouraging me to get in, Rowan coming up behind me and snuggling into my back once I’ve settled down. I look up at Hunt, wondering why he’s not getting in too, and my frown must be obvious because he laughs.
“Don’t look at me like that, Peaches. I’ve got some shit to catch up on, but Roman and Nik will get in with you too.” He leans down and presses a lingering kiss on my lips before straightening up.
Roman is quick to take his place. “Hey, Princess. Twin sandwich.” He chuckles as he snuggles in close, careful of his still healing shoulder. He’s just in boxers, and I sigh at having so much skin against mine.
“And what if I, too, have things to catch up on?” Nik’s voice makes my closed eyes snap open to find him in a standoff with Hunt. The tension, well, I’m sure it should be scary, but it just has my body heating up.
Hunt laughs again, the sound a deep caress as he takes a step towards Nik, eliminating the distance between them.
“Oh, Sweetheart,” he coos, his hand lifting before his long, thick fingers wrap around Nik’s throat. “You’re almost dead on your feet. You need to rest as much as she does, and remember what I told you about hurting things that belong to me?” He leans in and presses the lightest of kisses against Nik’s lips, a shudder making our mafia prince shake in Hunt’s hold. “So get the fuck into bed before I add to the punishment you’ve already earned. Yes, Daddy?”
Hunt pulls back enough to look into Nik’s eyes, Nik’s glare unbelievable considering the hard-on I can see pressing against his trousers. His jaw works, but Hunt waits, his grip firm around Nik’s throat.
“Fine,” Nik grits out, and I wince, knowing that was not the right answer. Hunt’s hand flexes around Nik’s neck.
“I think what you meant to say was, ‘Yes, Daddy.’” Hunt’s other hand comes up, his fingers trailing down Nik’s cheek in a caress that I almost feel against my own skin, as it’s a move Hunt pulls on me which is guaranteed to melt me.
“Yes, Daddy,” Nik agrees after a second, his eyelashes fluttering, and Roman and I both groan, clinging to each other, knowing how heady Hunt’s brand of dominance is.
“Good boy,” Hunt praises, heat spearing through me when he leans in again and presses his lips against Nik’s. He holds Nik in place, not letting the kiss deepen, and I know that this is part of Nik’s punishment, the edging. Hunt is making him desperate for more and will continue until Nik is begging him.
“Fuck, that is beyond hot,” Roman rasps, his hand adjusting his hard length underneath the blankets.
Hunt pulls back, Nik’s eyes still closed as his chest heaves. “No fucking, just sleep, Baby Boy,” Hunt commands, looking at Roman, his hand still around Nik’s throat, his fingers caressing the other man. “Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Roman grumbles, his tone a little sullen, and Hunt chuckles, finally letting go of Nik and stepping back. He’s not unaffected, his hard dick pressing up against his jeans.
“Surrounded by brats.” He sighs before walking towards the door.
“You love us for it, Daddy!” Roman calls just as Hunt shuts the door, and I giggle.
“One day he’ll spank you so bad you won’t be able to sit down for a week,” Rowan says, pulling me against him until there is not a breath between us.
“Oh, I hope so.” Roman smirks, placing a kiss on my lips as the bed dips behind him when Nik gets in. His cheeks are flushed, all his glorious ink on display as he, too, is only wearing his boxer shorts.
“Stop looking at me like that, Kotenok, otherwise we’ll all be getting spanked by Hunter,” Nik states, spooning behind Roman and pulling him close just like Rowan is doing to me.
My gaze switches to Roman, a small smile playing on my lips. He lifts a brow, but mischief makes his eyes twinkle.
“Bad time to remind you all I’ve no knickers on then, I guess?” I say, the smile I’m trying to hold back making my lips twitch.
“Fuck, princess,” Roman groans, his fingers teasing along my hip.
“You really can’t say shit like that when we’ve been told not to fuck.”
I gasp when a large palm cups my bare pussy, covering my clit and opening.
“Don’t worry, brother, I’ll make sure you don’t break Daddy Hunter’s rules,” Rowan assures him, and Roman’s fingers travel down until he finds his brother’s hand, barring his entry.
“No fair, bro,” he whines, then yelps.
“Sleep, Lev,” Nik commands, and I’m not sure what he did to Roman, but it shuts him up and has his hand coming back to my waist.
“Night, everyone,” I say, my eyelids already closing, surrounded by the warmth of my men.
“Night, Lamb,” Rowan whispers, his nose buried in my neck, his arms around me, and his hand cupping my pussy.
“Night, Princess,” Roman replies, pressing a sweet kiss on my nose before settling back down, sharing a pillow with me.
“Night, Kotenok,” Nik murmurs, a hand stroking my cheek.
I drift off, safe in the knowledge that now, at this moment, nothing can touch us.
