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My fingernails dig into Roman’s arse as they use me, building me up quickly until I’m writhing between them, my orgasm hitting me like a ton of bricks. My legs tremble violently, the stars coming down from the heavens as pleasure strips me of all that I am and leaves me bare.

Sounds of Hunt and Roman finding their own releases fill my ears soon after, and reflexively I swallow the cum that Ro forces down my throat, though I don’t manage to catch it all because some dribbles down my chin. I gasp as he pulls out, stumbling when Hunt does the same, his climax dripping down my thighs.

Roman’s fingers tangle in my hair and my knees collapse as Hunt lets go of my hips.

“Such a good girl getting on your knees for my brother,” Roman rasps, using his grip on my hair to turn my face until Rowan’s pierced cock is right there. “Open up, baby.”

Chest heaving, I comply, tasting salt as Rowan slowly feeds me his cock, his hand still pumping up and down its hard length.

“That’s it, Little Lamb, hold still,” Rowan commands, his jaw tight as he jerks off into my mouth. I whimper when a hot body presses behind me, fingers dancing across my sweat-soaked skin before dipping low. A deep moan sounds from my lips when they make contact with my swollen clit, Rowan cursing as the noise vibrates up his shaft.

“You’ll come for me again, Peaches, because I demand it of you, and you’ll do as Daddy says,” Hunt growls in my ear, his fingers circling and pinching my nub until I’m once again on fire, my vision blurring as another orgasm rips through me.

“Fuuuck!” Rowan curses, his dick jerking as hot cum fills my mouth and I try to swallow it all down. Again, some slips free and drips down my chin, but I don’t care because I’m too busy trying to remember how to breathe as Hunt slowly withdraws his touch.

“Such a good, beautiful girl for us,” he praises in my ear, and I slump back against him, my heart pounding, my breaths rasping from my throat as my eyelids flutter. “Time to get cleaned up and fed, beautiful.”

“Well, she’s already had two servings of protein.” Roman chuckles, bending down and helping Hunt drag me to my feet. My legs are still shaky, and I lean into Roman, though I guess two back-to-back orgasms will do that to a girl.

Hunt huffs a laugh before placing a kiss on my temple. “Well, she still needs to eat proper food, so come to the kitchen after your bath, I’ll have your lunch ready.” My stomach chooses that moment to growl loudly and they all chuckle. “Don’t take too long,” he commands, leaning down and kissing me lightly on my swollen lips, uncaring of the twin’s cum that I know is still there. Then he’s striding from the room, and my heart twinges that he’s not staying again.

“Hey, he’s a feeder, baby,” Roman tells me as he helps Rowan get me up off the floor. I look up at him, nibbling my lower lip. I guess my feelings of slight rejection by Hunt is obvious. “Feeding the people he cares about is his love language.”

“I know, I just…” I trail off, thinking as they help me into the tub. The water is the perfect temperature, and I sigh as I sink down into it, the twins crouching either side of the large tub which is filled with bubbles. “I like cuddles.” It feels lame when I say it out loud, and I look away from them, down at the bubbles as I chew my lower lip until it stings.

“Hunt never grew up with cuddles, aside from Willow, but even then he was always in protector mode, making sure she was okay and looked after,” Roman tells me, gently taking my chin in his fingers and turning my head so that I’m staring into kind, chocolate eyes. “It’s not something that comes naturally to him, but I know that he likes cuddles too.”

“And he cares for you a lot, Lamb,” Rowan tells me, and my head turns of its own accord, Roman’s fingers dropping as I stare at his twin.

“How do you know?” I ask, my vulnerability too much to hide.

Rowan’s face softens, his hand coming up to cup my cheek in his palm. “He’s never let any woman, other than Willow, enter the flat before, let alone stay.” My eyes widen, my lips parting, and his thumb caresses the lower one. No doubt it’s swollen from the rough treatment he and his brother gave it, not to mention my own teeth. Can’t complain though as I seem to enjoy it rough. “He has a compulsive need to make sure you’re fed. He watches like a fucking hawk to make sure you eat enough, encouraging you to eat more when he thinks you’ve not had enough.” I lick my suddenly dry lips.

“He never takes his eyes from you when you’re in the room,” Roman adds from my other side, and I look at him as he bringsa soapy sponge up and starts washing my arm. “When we went away, he checked in with Bubby and you guards almost hourly, and when he got the message from Nikolai about tonight, he freaked the fuck out, calling in all our crew to come to the club to help watch over you, reading them the riot act.”

My heart thuds inside my chest like a gong. Hunter can be so…well, standoffish. I knew that something was growing between us, but I had no idea of the ways he was protecting me.

“This, I mean, what we are all doing together,” I stammer out, swallowing as I try to control the blush that spreads across my cheeks and chest. “It’s, well, it’s not how things are normally done.” I startle when Roman barks out a laugh.

“Fuck normal, Princess.” He passes the sponge to Rowan as he continues to chuckle, who washes my other arm.

“I mean, if things get, well, serious between us, how…” I glance down at my lap again. Fuck’s sake, my words trip over themselves as I try to get them out. I’ve known these guys for less than a week, but it doesn’t feel that way. Instead, it feels like we’ve known each other for years, that we fit together like pieces of a puzzle. Although, there is still one piece that is missing.

“Things are already serious, wouldn’t you say, brother?” Roman asks, and my head shoots up, my breathing shallow as I look into laughing brown eyes.

“Absolutely,” Rowan agrees, and I switch my focus to him.

“B–but that’s not normal, right? Like, we’ve only known each other for a week and—” Rowan leans in, stopping my words with his lips a hair’s breadth away from mine.

“Fuck. Normal,” he breathes out against my skin, then he closes the distance and seals his lips to mine in a tender kiss that has tears springing to my eyes.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

“SAY YOU WON’T LET GO” BY JAMES ARTHUR

HUNTER

Iris and the twins emerge from her bedroom half an hour later, the chicken and bacon salads waiting for us on the table, as Iris prefers. I actually love eating there with them all, my family. Well, aside from Willow, but I accepted last year that she needed some space from what had happened, a fresh start, and I was so fucking grateful to Iris for providing that for her. We may be pretty well off financially, but Iris is, well was, next-level.

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