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“Shit, Lamb,” Rowan moans, his hand wrapping around the front of her throat, which bulges with his dick buried down it. I hold her there, her pussy and arse tightening around Roman and me the more I deprive her of oxygen.

Then Rowan pulls back, allowing a rasping gasp of air past her throat before he thrusts forward again as I hold her still for us and we take what belongs to us. Lighting flashes up my spine, my teeth gritted as I fuck her arse hard, the feeling of Roman’s dick sliding against mine pushing me closer to the edge we are all heading towards.

“One more, baby,” Roman commands, and she gurgles and cries around Rowan’s dick as his brother fucks her and plays with her clit.

I rear my hand back, slapping her arse at the same time I thrust deep inside her, and it sets off a chain reaction. Her inner walls clench around us, and Roman yells as he thrusts so deep she screams again, his dick pulsing slightly as he fills her up.

Rowan pushes deeper in her throat, his head thrown back as he comes down her throat, her cries of pleasure muffled as he fills her up and she swallows every damn drop like our perfect cum slut.

I finally succumb, burying myself in her arse as my orgasm tears through me, my fingers tight in her hair and on her hip as the waves of pleasure drag me so far under that my vision blurs. Then she goes limp beneath me, and I open my eyes to see Roman no longer shoved down her throat and she’s slumped on top of Roman.

I pull out of her arse, watching with primal satisfaction as my cum leaks from her hole and dribbles down her crack. Rowan holds out a washcloth and I take it, using it to clean her up as she shudders and shivers on Roman, his body lax and satisfied.

Climbing off the bed, I drop the cloth in the laundry basket and go grab her some cold water from the fridge, taking a deep drink from my own bottle as my loose muscles twitch and quiver.

I walk over to the bed, finding her almost asleep on top of Roman. “Drink, baby,” I softly command, and she opens her eyes, her gaze fuzzy and so fucking adorable.

She purses her lips, and I place the straw I put in the bottle against her lips, watching as she drinks deeply, her throat working as she swallows almost the whole thing.

“Such a good girl, Princess,” Roman praises once she’s done, and she goes back to snuggling him. “Let Daddy help you into the bed while I clean up. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay,” she answers, her voice all kinds of husky after Rowan fucked her throat.

I help her off him while Rowan strips off the fluffy, waterproof blanket we bought to cover the bed, knowing that we wouldn’t be able to stop ourselves in time to not make a mess. Luckily I ordered several, though no more will get used tonight because my baby can barely keep her eyes open.

I settle under the covers, throwing the extra cushions off the side, then tug her into me. She wraps herself around me, her head nestled into the crook of my neck and her body becoming heavy almost immediately.

“Good night, Daddy,” she mumbles, her breath tickling my skin, and a lump forms in my throat at finally having her back in my arms and knowing that she’ll be here when I wake up too.

“Good night, baby,” I whisper, kissing her head just as the bed dips on either side of us, Roman snuggling up to my back and being the big spoon while Rowan shifts until there is no space between his front and Iris’s back.

My soul settles at having us all here together, safe and sound with all the new security we added to the flat and estate so Sergi will never be able to take her from us again.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

“SOME KIND OF DRUG” BY G-EZAY (FEAT MARC E. BASSY)

IRIS

Iwake up surrounded by delicious warmth, my body feeling at peace for the first time in so long tears prick the back of my eyes.

“Morning, Peaches,” Hunt rumbles from beside me, his voice all kinds of delicious and sexy from being asleep. “You doing okay?”

I gaze at him, our heads resting on the same pillow, and my heart is so full I think it might just burst out of my chest.

“I’m so much better than okay,” I reply, my breath catching when he gives me a smile, a real, genuine Hunter Anderson smile that has me melting into the soft bed underneath me.

“Do you want some breakfast? I know sometimes women get a bit queasy in the mornings,” he asks, his gaze travelling over my face, looking for any signs of discomfort.

“I’m fine, Daddy. The sickness seems to have passed for now. It was pretty shitty early on,” I confess, glancing away as I remember the times I hid it from them.

“I’m so fucking sorry you felt like you couldn’t come to us, baby,” he whispers, his fingers lightly gripping my chin and bringing my eyes back to his emerald gaze. “But I swear that from here on, you won’t need to hide ever again. I love you, Iris. I will always love you and I will love our baby so fucking much.”

The tears that were pricking my eyes when I woke up spills over, and he pulls my face closer, pressing his lips over the drops and kissing them away.

“I’m sorry I hid it. I just needed time to come to terms with it myself, you know?” I say, and he pulls back again, looking into my very soul with so much love I’m surprised I don’t fucking erupt.

“You don’t need to apologise, I get it. It’s a… Fuck, it’s a fucked up situation, but if something good, something precious can come from it, then it’s not all bad, right?” He sounds so vulnerable, so unsure that my gut twinges.

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