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“I need to see these babies.” I croaked. “After all, I am their aunt.”
“Me too.” Ryth leaned forward, kissed Vivienne on the cheek and straightened. “Me too. I cannot wait to show them so much love.”
I rounded the bottom of the bed and moved to London first, with his daughter in his arms. We all knew who the fathers were and the moment I saw her, I knew they were one hundred percent true. Big dark eyes stared back at me as she pursed her lips. She looked just like London.
I touched her cheek, then met his stare. “She’s perfect.”
He gave a careful smile. “They both are.”
While I left Ryth to fuss over Vivienne’s daughter, I moved to her son, finding him in Colt’s protective arms. “Can I…?”
He didn’t want to, that was easy to see. But he did, holding out his son without saying a word.
I looked down at the dressings taped across his little face and my heart went out for him. “Oh, fuck…”
Vivienne pushed herself upwards. “The knife was meant for his sister…and me. But he pushed her aside and he took the blow himself.”
My breaths froze as my heart boomed. He took the blow? As in…the knife. “Oh, Jesus.” I looked down into those big blue eyes and saw…love.
Ryth neared, touching his cheek. “May I have a hold?”
I looked down. “Of course.” Then I gently handed him over.
We loved, cradling the babies and hugging our sister, staying until slowly the others came in. Riven, Hunter, Thomas, and Kane moved to my side. Ryth’s stepbrothers stood at hers while London explained what had happened.
At first it was unbelievable, but then, what part of this whole thing wasn’t.
Then Vivienne winced and DeLuca scanned the room. “I think that’s it for today. Maybe pick this up tomorrow?”
I gave a nod, then kissed Vivienne and Ryth on the cheek. We all walked out of there, numb and empty as we climbed into the Explorer before we headed for home. Although, when we turned off the highway and through the gates, it didn’t feel like home. Not anymore.
Still, we went inside but my steps were heavy as I walked up the stairs and into Riven’s bedroom. I pulled off my clothes and left them to drop at my feet as Riven came closer.
There were no words as he undressed and headed into the bathroom. Hot water spray filled the room with steam. I stepped in, wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his chest.
“It’s done, Trouble,” He murmured. “It’s done.”
Hard shudders tore through me. I gave in, letting all the emotions flow through me. I cried, then sobbed, letting him wash me until I was numb and empty. When I stepped out into the bedroom, they were waiting for me, naked, with wet hair and towels around their waists.
“We just want to sleep,” Hunter murmured. “Please.”
I rounded the bed and slipped in, holding the sheets up for them to climb in. We slept that night huddled up together, and in the morning, we woke late, cracked open our eyes and reached for each other. Only Riven wasn’t there, nor was Thomas.
The nightmare of the last few days lingered in the back of my mind, but I grounded myself in the moment, in the touch of Kane’s hands and the roughness of Hunter’s beard. Thomas stepped in and watched from the doorway as Kane gripped my thighs, opened my legs, and positioned me with my back against his chest.
I held his brother’s gaze as Kane pushed inside and slowly filled me. Lazy thrusts made me more awake. My body responded, warming and softening, leaving me to grip his thighs. Still, Thomas never moved, his gaze fixed on mine.
“Christ, you feel so goddamn good.” Kane grunted, thrusting harder.
I bit my lip, a rush of need slamming into me. They were the only thing I wanted to feel now. Nor terror, not pain…not hopelessness or rage, just them. As Kane unleashed a low, guttural grunt and spilled his warmth inside me, Hunter’s hand found mine, lifted it to his lips, and kissed me.
Kane’s heavy breaths spilled warmth against my shoulder as Hunter rolled over, and climbed on top of me. The movement slipped Kane free as Hunter’s big hands gripped my hips. Those dark, haunted eyes consumed me as he pushed inside.
I reached up, holding his face. He was my protector, my savior, my man in the mask. “I love you,” I whispered as he slowly pushed all the way inside. My eyes fluttered with the sensation, deepening my tone to a moan. “God, I love you.”
“I love you, Helene.” He lowered his body, his arms a cage around me as his hands clasped mine. “I love you so goddamn much.”
That rush pushed to the surface, making me open my legs wider, hungry for him. I bit my lip as my body quivered, clenching tight as he slammed home. I gave myself to him, bucking my hips upwards as I cried out. “Harder.”
