Page 25 of Daddies' Little Assassin

It doesn't take long for Henry to have me hovering over the cliff again, and with one final thrust, he comes as he bites down on the nape of my neck, sealing our bond and finally making me his.

My pleasure merges with his and together we go soaring until I black out.

I woke slowly, my body deliciously sore and heavy with satisfaction. The warmth surrounding me made it hard to open my eyes like I was trapped in the safest cocoon I'd ever known.My cheek was pressed against a furry blanket beneath me, and the forest's sounds drifted lazily around us.

I shifted slightly, and that's when I felt them—Karel's arm draped possessively across my stomach, Lang curled against my back with his fingers tangled loosely with mine. I was about to sit up and look for Henry when I realised the furry blanket beneath me was my third Daddy's chest.

The bonds thrummed inside me, a steady, soothing hum. It was like tiny threads tied us all together, weaving between our souls, locking us in a way that was both terrifying and perfect. I belonged to them now, and they belonged to me.

Karel stirred beside me, a tentacle brushing lazily over my thigh. I shivered at the cool, silken touch, my heart fluttering at the way his sleepy blue eyes softened as they met mine.

"Morning, Little Fluff," he whispered, kissing my forehead with a tenderness that made my chest ache.

Lang hummed behind me, his nose nuzzling into the curve of my neck. "Sleep okay, baby?"

I smiled, warmth spreading through me like sunshine after a tremendous storm. "Better than ever," I murmured.

Henry's deep chuckle rumbled through me, his hand resting heavily on my hip. "That's because we're complete now."

The words settled inside me like they belonged there, filling all the empty spaces I'd been carrying for so long. I stretched between them, savouring the way my muscles protested, deliciously sore from last night. "I could stay like this forever..."

Karel's lips curled into a lazy grin. "Tempting, but we need to get back soon Little Fluff." He brushed a stray lock of hair from my face. "And I'm starving. You wore us out."

Lang groaned dramatically behind me. "She's probably gonna kill us if we keep going like that."

Henry's grin was wicked. "Totally worth it."

I giggled, my heart swelling as the teasing flowed easily between us, playful and light. It felt so natural like I'd been a part of them all along. We shifted slowly, reluctant to let go of the closeness. Karel's tentacles reluctantly withdrew from my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Before I could move, Karel scooped me into his arms, lifting me off the ground like I weighed nothing. "Let's get you home, Little Bunny," he said, his voice soft but full of promise.

As the boat's outline came into view through the trees, my heart felt strangely full. These men—my mates—were everything I hadn't known I needed.

We reached the shore and climbed back into the boat, with Lang double-checking every strap of my life jacket like a mother hen. "You're precious cargo," he teased, though the look in his eyes was serious.

Karel took the wheel, and Henry settled beside me, his hand resting comfortably on my thigh. The ride back was quiet and peaceful. The waves rocked us gently as we travelled toward the mainland, and I leaned into Henry's warmth, letting my eyes flutter closed.

By the time we reached Karel's boat, the sun was rising over the horizon. The four of us made our way back to Karel's house, our bond buzzing comfortably between us, like a gentle hum I could feel in every part of me.

But when we stepped inside the front door of Karel's house, the peace shattered.

Sitting neatly on the kitchen counter was another card. A small,l sleek black thing. My stomach tightened the moment I saw it. I knew what it was.

Another hit from the guild.

I was so excited to join the guild, but after losing my luck, I was filled with apprehension at the thought of going after a target.

Lang reached it first, flipping it over with a grim expression. "It's only got a name," he drawled, holding the card up.

I swallowed hard, unease prickling along my skin as I looked at the word embossed in red ink.

Chester.

The air in the room grew heavy, tension crackling between us. My pulse quickened, every instinct I had screaming that this was more than just a simple hit.

"You don't have to take the hit, do you?" Lang asked, his expression dark.

"No," I shook my head. "But I have a feeling this will be connected to Sapphire and whatever she was up to."

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