IRIS
Hunter fed me like he promised, Nik joining us halfway through our meal with a calm determination that I’d not seen before. The sun was still pretty high in the sky, the clock telling me it was just after two in the afternoon, and I gazed out at the ocean, a sigh leaving my lips.
“What is it, Malyshka?” Nik asks softly from beside me, his arm around me as I rest my head on his shoulder.
“I want to go to the beach, but I’ve a feeling you’ll all say I can’t. That it’s too dangerous,” I reply, my tone wistful as I keep my eyes fixed on the sparkling water.
“Fuck, Peaches, don’t give us the puppy dog eyes,” Hunt groans, and I switch my gaze to him in time to see him rubbing his palm down his face, looking up at the ceiling as if it will give him strength.
“Why’s my Lamb giving you puppy dog eyes?” Rowan asks as he strolls into the room, clearly having been outside if the colour on his cheeks is any sign. Bastard.
“She wants to go outside and enjoy the fact that we’re on a beautiful tropical island, regardless of the fact that Sergi knows we’re near Bali.”
“Wait.” Roo holds his palm up, giving the guys a glare. “Who said she’s not allowed outside?”
Hunter heaves a sigh, Nik stiffening next to me. “We don’t know what sort of tech Sergi has access to aside from the satellites, which could definitely pick up Iris if they were looking and she was on the beach.” Nik’s tone is apologetic, begging me to understand why I’ve become a prisoner again.
“I understand,” I whisper past the sudden lump in my throat, getting up, not wanting to be touched by them even though it’s not their fault. I just fucking hate that this is my life. That I can’t enjoy spending time in this beautiful place because of one man’s obsession.
“Malyshka…” Nik’s voice carries pain as he reaches out for me, but I step away, wrapping my arms around myself and shaking my head.
“I get it, Nik, I do. I just need some space, please. Sergi has made me a prisoner once again and I just need a hot fucking second to get used to my new fucking cage.” Tears are streaming down my cheeks and I can’t stop them, so I turn and stride back towards the bedroom, which at least has a covered balcony I can go out on and feel the warm breeze on my damp cheeks.
They give me the space that I asked for, even if now I’m regretting it because I just want arms around me telling me that this isn’t forever. That this will pass and one day we will be free. I get my wish moments later, muscular arms covered in Russian symbols wrapping around me from behind seconds before the scent of juniper, black pepper, and vetiver envelops me.
“I know you asked for space, Solnishko, but I needed to hold you,” Nik whispers into my ear, and I lean back into his embrace, absorbing the comfort he’s giving. “I’m so sorry you are the victim in all this. I never wanted that, and if I could change it right now, I would.”
Sighing, I rest my head on his chest. “I know, Nik. I just fucking hate this. I just want to enjoy the feel of sand beneath my toes, the waves on my feet, but I can’t and I just…I fucking hate it so much.”
Tears slip from my eyes again, and he spins me, pulling me so close there is not a breath of air between us. He doesn’t say anything. After all, what can he say to make me feel better? So instead, he holds me until my quiet sobs subside.
“Lamb?” Rowan’s voice softly asks, and I look beyond Nik to find him, Roman, and Hunt in the doorway to our room. “Will you come with us, please?”
I bite my lip, frowning as I detect the slight excitement that Roman is clearly struggling to contain. “Okay.”
Stepping away from Nik, he takes my hand and we follow the guys through the house, stopping to put flip-flops on and head out of a side door.
“Where are we going?” I ask, my pulse picking up speed as we walk underneath the canopy. It’s stunning, the sounds of birds calling and the sea filling me up like a soothing balm. “Isn’t this dangerous?”
“The trees provide enough cover, Princess. So no satellite can see you,” Roman says, turning to walk backwards as he grins at me.
My lips pull up into a smile, my eyes darting around to take in the beautiful scenery around us. “It’s so stunning.”
“Wait a few moments until you see what’s beyond this turn,” Hunt calls from the front of our group. A sense of breathlessness fills me as I do as he says, trying to peer beyond the three of them, Nik behind me, to what he is hinting at.
Suddenly, we turn the corner and I stop, my eyes wide as my mouth gapes at the paradise before me. It’s a small cove, but the palm trees go right up to the sea, so the whole thing is covered and no one could see us from above.
“I’m sorry we didn’t see how trapped you were feeling, Peaches,” Hunt says, coming up and cupping my face in his hands. “We should have made getting you out a priority. All I can say is we were so worried about keeping you and the baby safe that we didn’t see it until you just pointed it out to us.” His tone is soft, full of his apology, and his emerald eyes are begging for forgiveness.
“This is…” I have no words, just dart a glance beyond him to the space that they found for me so I can enjoy our time here safely. “Thank you.”
“It’s our job to make you happy, baby, and I’m just sorry we didn’t do that sooner,” he admits, kissing my lips lightly before taking my other hand in his.
“You do make me happy, so happy. It was the situation, the feeling of being trapped just like when I was in that mansion, and even before then really,” I tell them, looking at each of them. “I’m just realising that since that day I came home, I’ve spent most of my time locked in one cage or another because of Sergi, and I guess that lack of freedom became too much.”
“And we swear to you it won’t be like that forever, Solnishko,” Nik states from beside me, his fingers grasping my chin and turning me to face him. “Just give us some time and forgive us when we mess up.”
“There’s no need to forgive you, you didn’t do anything—” My words are cut off with a shriek as Roman grabs me up in his arms and runs down the short beach into the warm sea. “Roman!”
The fucker just laughs, only going as far as the cover allows, but he sits down so the water rushes over us both, soaking the vest top and bikini briefs I was wearing. “I needed to see that beautiful smile of yours, Princess.”
I narrow my gaze at him, though the smile he’s talking about doesn’t leave my lips. In a split second move, I push him down so he falls backwards into the sea, the water flowing over his face, and he comes up spluttering as the others laugh and jeer from their place on the sand.
“That was mean, Princess,” he mock scolds, shaking the water from his hair and getting it all over me.
“I could make it up to you,” I say, my voice low as I stare into those laughing brown eyes of his that have captivated me from the very first moment I met them.
“Yeah?” he replies, his hands landing on my waist and squeezing. “How’s that?”
I lean forward, bypassing his lips and stopping just short of his ear. “You could fuck me right now in the sea.”
His body stills, a pleasurable shiver falling over my damp body as I wait to see what he’ll do. In true Roman Kent style, he wastes not a moment more, lifting me up just enough to pull his dick out and shove my bikini bottoms aside, impaling me in one move. A low moan falls from my lips at being joined with him, even though he was inside me not a few hours ago.
But I’ll never get enough, never have them enough.
“Fuck, baby. You always feel so fucking good wrapped around me,” he rasps, his hands grasping my hips and helping me to move up and down on him. He’s sitting up a little, which must be hard on those rock-hard abs, but why else would he need them? It means that my clit is getting a nice amount of friction, even with my rounded stomach in the way slightly.
“Naughty, Kotenok,” Nik says, and I blink eyes open that I hadn’t realised had closed to find him standing behind Roman, his dick pressing against his shorts. The waves lap at his ankles, and I love that we’re outside, the warm breeze tickling my skin as Roman ruins my insides. “Might as well make use of that pretty mouth of yours.”
A gasp leaves my throat as he pulls his dick out of his damp shorts, the piercing glinting in the sunshine as he strokes his hand up and down his shaft. He steps right behind Roman, his thighs pressed against the back of Ro’s head, and I lean over to take him in my mouth. Nik curses in Russian, one of his hands reaching around to tangle in my wet hair.
“Fuck, that’s a sight,” Hunt growls from behind Nik, and my eyes widen when Hunt’s hand comes around Nik’s body, batting Nik’s hand away, and grasps the other man’s dick, holding it out for me. “Take him deep, Peaches. Use your tongue on his piercing and let’s see if we can make him lose that cool he always has.”
“Fuck, Daddy,” Roman grits out, and I’m not sure if it’s Hunt’s words or the view Roman has got, but he punches into me from below, making me hum and moan around Nik’s hard shaft.
“You enjoy getting fucked in both your holes, don’t you, Lamb,” Rowan purrs from behind me, his hands cupping my breasts through my vest and tweaking my nipples. “If we weren’t in the sea, I’d be fucking that pretty arsehole of yours too. Really fill you until you can’t take another.”
His words cause a shudder to overtake my body, pleasure sparking all my nerve endings as the sea teases our skin. It’s perfect, and I suck harder on Nik, who groans in time with Roman, who fucks up into me like a man on a mission.
The sound of someone spitting has my eyes popping open just as Nik gives a low, sexy moan I’m not sure I’ve ever heard from him before. His dick jerks in my mouth and he thrusts deeper, making me gag, but I just swallow him down.
“You like that, don’t you, Sweetheart? Her warm mouth around your dick, my finger in your tight arsehole. I can’t wait to fuck it, fill you up with my cum, mark you as mine.” Fuck, Daddy Hunt is on a roll, and Roman, Nik, and I all moan at his filthy words, at the picture he’s painting. “You want that? Me deep in this sweet arse while they both worship your cock and balls?”
Nik curses loudly, burying himself down my throat as his dick jerks and he comes down my throat, his grip punishing in my hair. It sets off a chain reaction; me clamping around Roman as I climax with a muffled scream while Roman thrusts deep inside me and comes with a sexy groan that will feature in all my fantasies.
Light diffuses across my body, pleasure making each and every atom tingle and spark. My muscles tighten before they relax, which is enough for Rowan to pull me from the grip of his brother and Nik, slamming into me from behind, his hand in my hair keeping me upright as he fucks into me.
I scream as his teeth sinks into my shoulder, the one he marks and is mostly healed but still sensitive. “Fuck! Roo!”
“Take it, Lamb. Take everything I give you,” he snarls, and I open my eyes to find Hunt forcing Roman to swallow him down while he tongue fucks Nik.
The sight is so erotic, so mesmerising that I come a second time, tightening around Rowan’s dick, my nails digging into his forearms as ecstasy rearranges my fucking DNA.
I can’t close my eyes, mini orgasms destroying me as Rowan keeps fucking into me, his teeth sinking deeper as Hunt fucks Roman’s mouth hard and fast. Soon he’s holding Ro in place, and I watch as Roman’s throat swallows while Hunt groans into Nik’s mouth just as Rowan stills and fills me up, a deep groan falling against my shoulder.
I’m panting, my chest heaving, and Rowan kisses his bite, holding me upright, his dick still buried inside me. Hunt pulls out of Roman, letting him take a gasping breath before he grabs his T-shirt and pulls him up, slamming his lips on Ro’s.
I watch with hooded eyes as he pulls back, then kisses Nik again, clearly giving him a taste of his cum.
“You love watching them together, don’t you, filthy Lamb?” Rowan asks, making me twitch as he runs his tongue over the fresh wound, which is throbbing a little.
“Yes, they’re so hot,” I moan, my eyelids fluttering as the three men finally pull apart, looking over at Roo and me.
“Andrei is going to kill you, bro.” Roman chuckles, snuggling between Hunt and Nik. “He’ll go on about how dirty mouths are.”
“Like I give a fuck.” Rowan shrugs, letting go with one hand and cupping some sea water. I hiss as he pours it over the fresh teeth marks I know are probably bleeding. “I’ll mark her and bleed her when I like.”
He keeps washing the site until it no longer stings, then grunting his satisfaction, he helps me to my feet, my nose scrunching as a mix of sea water and cum drips down my legs.
“I think some sea water got up in Evangeline,” I grumble, rubbing my thighs together.
“Salt water is good for you,” Rowan answers while taking my hand and leading me out of the sea, back onto the beach where a blanket, cool box, and pile of towels waits.
“I guess…” I reply, not sure if having sea water up inside me is great, but I guess it’ll drip out eventually. URGH, being a woman sucks sometimes.
“Come on, Peaches,” Hunt says, his cheeks flushed and his whole body at ease as he holds his hand out for me to take. “Let’s just relax for a bit.”
He sits down, pulling me in front of him, much to Rowan’s grumbling, and settles me between his legs so I can lean back against him.
“Won’t that be uncomfortable for you, having to support my weight?” I ask as he pulls my top off, leaving me in just my damp bikini, then Nik hands him a towel to wrap around me.
“Are you comfortable?” Hunt asks me instead of answering, and I nod. “Well then, I’m fine.”
Roman settles next to us, reaching into the cool box and pulling out a bottle of this fruity fizzy drink that I love. He opens it, then hands it over to me before taking out a beer and passing that to Hunt before he grabs one for himself.
I settle back against Hunt, the warmth from his body and the towel around me helping to dry me off. His arm comes around me as Nik and Rowan flop down on the blanket, all of us quiet as we just take in the lush surroundings.
“One day, when this is all over, can we come back here?” I ask no one in particular, my eyes closed as I relax back against Hunt.
“Sure, we can have all the adventures, Peaches,” Hunt assures me, stroking my hair in a gesture that has me relaxing into him even more.
“We will have everything fun and more, especially with our baby,” Roman adds as I crack an eye open to find him lying next to us.
Wanting to do the same thing, I shuffle down the blanket until my head is in Hunt’s lap and I’m facing Roman.
“Promise?” The word is a soft plea, a need for him to reassure me that this is temporary. That one day we will be able to do what we like with no fear.
“I swear it, Princess,” Roman states, reaching out and trailing his fingers down my cheek.
“As do I, Peaches,” Hunt murmurs, his hand resting on my shoulder and giving a light squeeze.
“I swear too, Lamb.” Rowan’s voice is firm, unyielding.
“I will make this world safe for you and our family, Moye Solntse,” Nik tells me, and my eyes drift closed with their promises like a cocoon, my hand resting on my stomach, over our baby.
