Chapter 48
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
“HIM 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.”
I t’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.
The Motherfucking End!!!!