IRIS
He leans down as I feel Rowan’s blade slide underneath the other side of my thong, Hunt’s mouth closing around my nipple at the same time that Roo cuts the fabric and nicks my skin again. My cry is deep and wanton, heat filling my cheeks when I feel my milk come in, and Hunt groans, his swallows loud.
“Open up, Kotenok,” Nik demands, and I find him standing over me, my head at the perfect height for his dick, which is grasped in his tattooed hands.
Tipping my neck back, I open my mouth, Nik guiding his pierced head to my lips. He curses in Russian as my tongue swipes over the tip, collecting the precum that’s beaded there. I moan at his taste, all male musk and all Nik, and I open my mouth wider when he presses against it.
“Such a greedy thing, aren’t you, Lamb?” Roo coos as I swallow everything Nik gives me, breathing past my gag reflex as he enters my throat, cutting off my air supply.
“So desperate for our cocks,” Nik rasps, pulling out slowly, my tongue playing with the underside of his dick as he pushes back in. “Such a good girl for your men.”
A sharp pain along one of my folds has me crying out around his shaft, making him groan as a tongue laps at the cut Rowan clearly just gave me. On my fucking pussy. My body shakes, the pain nothing compared to the feeling that rushes through me at the way he’s marking my skin, at the way he’s swallowing my blood.
The necklace he gave me for my birthday sits on my throat, the red jewel made from his blood dangling to the side as Nik fucks my throat. Hunt alternates sucking each breast and drinking my milk while Rowan makes another shallow cut on the other side of my cunt and starts lapping at my blood.
“Awww, you started without me,” Roman’s voice says from the doorway, and Nik pulls out, leaving me gasping, my eyelashes dotted with tears and my climax so fucking close. Of fucking course, that’s when Hunt and Rowan stop, and I let out an outraged cry. “Oh, we’re edging her, are we?”
I watch as he stalks towards us, his skin shiny with sweat from his set in the DJ booth.
“They won’t let me come, Ro,” I pout, and he just chuckles, the fucker.
“Poor little Princess,” he says, stripping off his tank and then boots and jeans. Of course, he’s not wearing underwear, and his cock is already hard and standing proud. “How about I fuck Nik while he fucks those pretty lips as payback?”
“Lev,” Nik warns darkly, but his dick bobs, telling us all he’s on board.
“Go on, Love,” Roman purrs, grabbing a bottle of lube and coating his shaft. “Sink deep into those beautiful, swollen lips.”
Nik makes an intelligible sound in the back of his throat, and I lie my head back, opening my mouth, ready for him. If I know Roman, who is always a shit stirrer, he’ll fuck Nik until our Russian loses it, and maybe the others will let me come. It’s a good a plan as any, especially as I’m tied up and can’t do anything about any of it.
Nik places his dick at my lips again, and I let him sink to the back of my throat, lightning flashing over me when he punches deep and groans. I know Roman has entered him by the way his dick gets rock-solid and bucks in my mouth, and it lights up my core at the thought.
“Taking me so well, Love,” Roman confirms a moment later, his voice strained.
The mattress moves, a large body settling over my chest but not sitting down. I gasp around Nik’s length as cold lube is squeezed between my breasts, a warm palm rubbing it over them.
“I’m going to fuck these stunning tits, Peaches,” Hunt growls, taking my breasts in his hands and pushing them together. Wetness seeps from my pussy when I feel the slide of his dick against my skin. “Fuuuck.”
The sounds of kissing above me has my blood reaching boiling point, and even if I can’t see anything because Nik’s balls are in the way, the idea of Hunt and Nik making out has me getting hotter and hotter.
“Gonna fuck this bloody pussy now, Lamb,” Rowan grits out, the bed shifting as he gets into position between my legs.
Tears stream down my face as Nik loses control and starts fucking my mouth hard and deep, just as Rowan sinks his pierced dick inside me in one deep thrust. Pleasure lights me up, Rowan fucking me hard and fast as if he can’t hold himself back, no matter that they promised to tease me for the entire night.
I lose myself to the moment; the sounds of our grunts, bodies slapping, and my gagging filling the room until it’s a carnal symphony. My orgasm hits me like a fucking semi, my body stiffening and bucking under their hands as I scream around Nik’s cock and coat Rowan in my release. It’s as if someone attached a live wire to each and every nerve ending. It’s so strong it almost hurts.
“Fuck, Kotenok!” Nik yells, burying himself down my throat and giving me no choice but to swallow as he comes.
Hunt is next, cursing as he comes all over my chest and neck, the warmth of his climax prolonging my pleasure as I continue to squirt all over Rowan. Rowan snarls as he fucks me harder, roaring his release as he plunges deep inside me and fills me with his cum.
Nik pulls out first, my breath panting as he slumps next to the bed, Roman on the other side of my head, stroking my hair as Nik undoes the knots on the rope and rubs my wrists. Hunt gets off me, whispering words of praise as he continues rubbing his cum along my skin, claiming and marking me in his way.
Rowan lies on top of me, still buried deep inside my core, and slams his lips on mine, uncaring that my mouth probably tastes like Nik’s cum. He decimates me with his kiss, the warmth of his body covering me as the others undo the rest of the ropes.
“I love you, Lamb,” Rowan whispers against my lips, and I smile.
“Love you too, all of you. So fucking much.” My voice is raspy, and a straw is pressed against my lips in the next moment.
“Drink, Kotenok,” Nik orders, and I obey, the cold water soothing my throat.
The sound of a shower running fills the space—each of the rooms has its own shower for cleanup. Hunt comes towards the bed as Rowan reluctantly gets off me.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” he says, offering his hand, and I huff a laugh.
“I’m not sure my legs work, Daddy,” I tell him, and a self-satisfied smirk lifts his lips.
With no fuss, he dips down, sliding his arms under my knees and back, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. I wrap my arms around his muscular neck, snuggling into his skin and breathing him in.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?” he replies as he carries me into the bathroom, Nik and Roman already under the multiple-headed shower.
“Can we go home? After we’ve washed up, I mean?” I nibble my lower lip. I know we have all night if we want to, and I’m sure one day I’ll enjoy being away from Novak for longer, but for now, I miss my baby.
Hunt gives me a soft smile, placing his lips against my forehead as he takes me into the shower. “Of course, Peaches. I miss our son too.”
It’s not long after midnight when we emerge into the frosty air outside the club, one of the guys’ cars parked in our private parking space.
“Iris?” a man’s voice hesitantly calls, stepping out of the shadows, and all the blood freezes in my veins.
“Dad?” I stumble, Hunt catching me and pulling me tight into him, Nik on my other side, and the twins in front of us. They allow me to see the man in front of us, but I know by the way Roo’s fingers twitch, he wants to close the distance.
“Iris, darling. It’s so good to see you,” my dad says, taking a small step towards our group and finally stepping into the light. My eyes trace his features, still handsome but with new lines and eyes that used to be a bright hazel like mine but look dull. “I…” He rubs a hand over his face.
“You’ve got some fucking nerve,” Hunt growls, his voice low and menacing. My father doesn’t react like most people do when they hear Hunt speak like that. He hangs his head, his shoulders slumping.
“I know. What I did was unforgivable.”
“You sold her to my father, Ubliodok!” Nik snarls, his arm wrapping around my waist, and I soak in his and Hunt’s strength.
I knew that one day I was likely to see my dad again, but I’m no closer to knowing what to do about it, how to deal with him. On the one hand, if he hadn’t done what he had, I might never have developed things with Nik and the Shadows. On the other, to sell your child…it’s an unforgivable act.
“I know, and not a day goes by that I’m not eaten away with guilt, as I should be.” He looks up at me, his eyes glassy. “I was, am, a weak man, Iris. And I don’t expect forgiveness. I just wanted to see you, know that you are happy.”
Roman steps forward, but I grab the back of his jacket with my hand, stepping from between Hunt and Nik.
“It’s okay,” I tell them all, then look at my father as I take another step forward. My limbs tremble, but I stand tall as I face him. “What you did, no parent should ever do to their child.” He goes to open his mouth, but I hold up my hand and he closes it. “But if you hadn’t sold me, I might not be here now, with the men that I love and our baby son at home. Who I think, one day, should meet his grandpa.” Tears stream down his cheeks, and my own eyes fill, but I hold them back, just for now. “So, maybe give one of them your number and I’ll be in touch when I’m ready.”
“Okay, darling. Thank you,” he rasps out, and I clench my jaw, spinning on my heels and striding past the guys towards our car.
“I’m here, baby,” Hunt says, wrapping his arm around me as he unlocks the back door. He lets me go so I can climb in, Roman getting in on my other side.
As soon as the doors shut, I let go, throwing myself in Hunt’s arms and letting my sobs consume me. He holds me tightly, Roman rubbing soothing circles on my back.
“We’re so fucking proud of you, Peaches,” Hunt says in a soft voice, his words only making me cry harder. “I would have just killed the cunt, but you took the higher ground and it was incredible to watch.”
“I’m so confused, Daddy,” I say, my voice choked. “I’m not sure I can forgive him, but then I might not have you and that would be so much worse.”
“You don’t need to forgive him, Princess,” Roman tells me as the driver and front passenger doors open. “You don’t need to do anything.”
No one moves as they let me cry, Nik and Rowan turning in their seats and reaching through the gap to stroke my legs, all of them telling me how wonderful they think I am and how lucky they feel.
Soon, my sobs subside, and Hunt brushes the last of my tears away.
“Shall we go home to our son?” he asks, and I nod, knowing that’s exactly what I want right now. To be with my family, because the man outside might have once been my father, might share my DNA, but I’m not sure he’s my family anymore.
They are with me here, our baby at home sleeping peacefully. Because family is not who you’re born to, or who you share genetics with. It’s those people who you choose, who choose you right back. Who’d go through hell for you. Who’d cut off a man’s balls for you. And my family is right here with me. My Prince. My Shadows.
