Chapter 5 #2
“You grind on it when he’s deep inside that tight little cunt of yours, Little Lamb,” Rowan murmurs in my ear, my nerve endings tingling at the visual he just created.
“Noted,” I breathe out, licking my lips as I hold Hunter in my fist.
“Why don’t you have a taste, Princess?” Roman encourages, sweeping my hair to one side before wrapping it around his fist. The slight tug has a sharp breath falling from my lips, but he doesn’t pull, just holds it out of my way.
Doing as he suggests, I lower my mouth to Hunter’s tip, my tongue darting out to lap at the top where a drop of pre-cum glistens.
“Fuuuck,” Hunter groans, the deep, pained sound making my thighs clench. His salty flavour bursts on my tongue, and I swirl the taste around my mouth, getting used to it. It’s not bad, just different from anything I’ve ever tasted before.
“He liked that. Do it again, only swirl your tongue around his head,” Roman commands in a rasping tone, and following his lead once more, I do as he says.
Hunter’s hips buck, another curse falling from his lips, and white-hot lust flows through me. I didn’t expect to be so turned on doing this.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Rowan praises from my side, and a small whine slips past my lips as I take Hunter into my mouth, sucking lightly.
“That’s it, baby. Try taking him a little deeper,” Roman urges. So taking a deep breath through my nose, I sink further down his length, my lips stretching to accommodate his girth. “Look how out of control he already is for you.”
Rolling my eyes upwards, I freeze when I find Hunter’s burning gaze on me, the veins on his arms standing out as he grips the arms of the throne.
“He won’t tell you, but he’s close to exploding already and you’ve barely started,” Rowan whispers, and having both the twins with me, praising and guiding me has ruined my knickers.
I can feel the dampness seeping into them, my thighs clenching and shifting as I try to ease the tension that’s building between them.
“I think our Lamb needs some attention too, brother.”
I gasp, swallowing Hunter a bit more when an arm comes around me and a hand dips under the hem of my skirt, slipping underneath my lace knickers.
“Fuck, she’s soaked for you, Hunt,” Roman grits out, a deep groan from Hunter sounding above me as a moan leaves my lips and falls around his cock when Roman slides his fingers between my folds.
Hunter’s hips jerk forward, and I gag when he hits the back of my throat, Roman using the distraction to slide two fingers inside my dripping pussy. It stings, and the tears filling my eyes aren’t just due to the huge cock in my mouth.
“That’s it, swallow him down while my brother finger fucks that sweet cunt,” Rowan growls, and another moan vibrates down my throat, Hunter pulling his hips back, only to snap them forward and bury himself down my throat once more.
The slight pain between my legs blooms into something softer, but no less devastating as pleasure rocks through me. I can’t move, only remain frozen as Hunter starts to fuck my mouth, my saliva dripping down my chin as I hold onto his dick with one hand, the other digging into his jeans-clad thigh.
“You’re going to come when he does, Princess. Cover my fingers in your sweet nectar as he fills your mouth and throat with his cum,” Roman instructs, using his clever fingers to bring me closer to release.
“Fucking hell, Roman,” Hunter grits out, and I look up at him through a watery gaze to see his jaw clenched, his hands still gripping the arms of the throne as he pumps his hips forward and back.
“I know you love the dirty talk, Daddy,” Roman teases, and lightning shoots through me at the term and its implication. Are they together in some way? Why does that thought make me even hotter, my thighs clenching while wondering what they get up to?
“Fucking brat,” Hunter snarls, moving faster, Roman matching his pace until I can imagine it’s Hunter fucking my pussy and not just my face.
A shattered gasp leaves my lips when the sharp blade of a knife is pressed against my throat, and then my orgasm hits me like a freight train, a scream tearing from my throat as my body locks up in exquisite bliss.
My release must trigger Hunter’s as he roars, thrusting down my throat and pulsing as he empties himself, leaving me no choice but to swallow.
Roman keeps finger fucking my pussy, pushing against my spasming inner walls and prolonging my release until I’m whimpering.
Part of me wants to beg him to stop, yet the other part needs him to keep going as I’m frozen with a knife against my throat.
Hunter pulls from my mouth, slumping back in his seat, his still-hard cock on full display as his chest heaves.
“Fucking Christ,” he whispers, closing his eyes and resting his head back.
Roman finally stops, withdrawing his fingers and holding his hand up. It glistens, and in the next moment, Rowan is leaning forward to lick his brother’s fingers, still holding the knife to my throat.
“She tastes so sweet, like honey and chocolate,” he moans, and I don’t even dare slump, regardless of my body begging me to.
“Put the fucking knife away, Rowan.” Hunter sighs, not even opening his eyes. My body collapses as soon as the blade disappears, Roman wrapping his arms around me, ignoring his twin’s growl at no longer having his hand to lick.
“I should punish you for disobeying my order, Princess,” Roman says, pulling me close, my head resting back against him as tingles spread all across my skin, my breath panting out of me. “But I suppose it’s not your fault. I take it you’ve not played with knives before?”
“I’ve only ever had one dick before, and that was a few hours ago, so no. No knives,” I reply in a husky voice, not realising the words my orgasm-addled mouth has spoken until Hunter jerks up, his hand gripping my face.
“Did they force you?” he snarls, his eyes wild as he looks into my eyes. My pulse pounds, my brain taking a second to catch up to the change from bliss to fright.
“Um, no… Well, not exactly,” I fumble, heat making my body smoulder.
“What the fuck do you mean, not exactly?” Hunter questions, and swallowing, I decide I’ve already fucked up so I might as well spill the whole truth.
“Part of the deal my father made was giving them my virginity,” I tell him, watching as rage fills his eyes, making them burn like the hottest flame. Roman grips me tightly, Rowan completely still next to me. “But Nik was there, and he…claimed me.”
“Nik? Nikolai Petrov?” Hunter’s top lip curls, and I see why Nik didn’t want to enter the estate. “Did he force you, Peaches?”
A shiver consumes me at the nickname, there’s just something about it that does things to me. Blinking, I shake my head.
“No. He made it good, really good,” I tell him, ignoring the way my cheeks feel as though they’re on fire. I can’t let them think Nikolai is that kind of monster. “He made sure it was him and no one else, and I’ve known him forever, had a crush on him for years, so it wasn’t like that.”
“But you didn’t really have a choice, Princess? You had to fuck someone?” Roman asks, and suddenly it’s not embarrassment colouring my cheeks, but anger.
“As much of a choice I had here,” I snap, my nostrils flaring as I tug my face from Hunter’s grip. Satisfaction flows through me when Hunter winces and Roman lets a long breath loose behind me.
“Fair point,” he concedes, his hand finally releasing my hair but brushing it to one side before placing his lips against my neck. “Let’s get you inside and to bed. You’ve had an exhausting day.”
My head spins with the way he’s being so kind, the loss of his warmth only lasting a moment as he gets up, then pulls me to my feet. My feet tingle, the blood flowing back to them after so long on my knees.
“And your protection?” I ask, not taking my eyes from Hunter, who’s tucking himself back into his jeans.
His gaze snaps up to me, then he slowly gets up, forcing me to crane my neck to keep eye contact.
We’re so close that the entire front of our bodies brush and I can feel every breath he takes.
His rosemary and mint scent fills my nose, and it takes a lot of effort not to bury my face into his neck and just breathe him in.
“You have it, Iris,” he says softly, his large palm coming up to cup my cheek in a gesture that feels too intimate, even after what just happened between us. “But I meant what I said about obedience. The Russians don’t fuck around, and I can’t protect you if you don’t listen to me.”
I lick my lip and his thumb drifts over it. “Okay, Hunter.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, a shuddered breath falling from my lips at the praise. Damn, who knew I had a praise kink? Learn something new every day, I suppose. “Now go with the twins and get some rest. We’ll talk more in the morning.”
Roman takes my hand back in his, stepping away and pulling me towards one of the front doors, Rowan grabbing my bag and following us.
I turn to glance back and find Hunter staring after me, his brows drawn.
On the one hand, my body wants me to go to him, to let him wrap me up in those strong arms and tell me that everything will be okay.
On the other hand, he just effectively forced me into giving him a blow job in order to gain his protection. I can’t help wondering if that will be my only payment or if I’m his to use now?
And I can’t help wondering if I mind.