Our Bloodline

by KC Kean

  “I’m good, Red, honestly,” looking out at the ocean, I let it calm me along with her voice. “Hey, Red? Do you want me to arrange for you to come out here?”

  She goes quiet on the other end of the phone, until she finally answers, “I’ll stay here. You focus on getting Kai back to full health, and spend some time with your Dad,” she says quietly. “Just expect daily phone calls, and I’ll be right here, okay?”

  “Okay, but if you change your mind, just say so, alright?”

  “Of course, I’ll let you go. I love you, Captain.”

  “I love you too, Jess.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  (Roman)

  Sighing, I glance at my phone. It’s a little after six in the evening, and Luna still isn’t back yet. Apparently, her and Mia thought it was a good idea to have some girl time and get out of the house. Nobody listened when I said that it was a stupid idea, but what do I know?

  I feel better knowing Bryce sent them with so much security, even the president would be jealous. I don’t want to seem clingy, but they left hours ago, and coming down to the water’s edge hasn’t helped like I’d hoped.

  We’ve been here for five days. Five whole days in our own little bubble, and not a single word from Totem or the Dietrichsons. I still can’t believe Rico’s dead, he fucking deserved it though. I just wish I’d been more involved in taking his life.

  Shaking my head, I change my focus, not wanting to lose myself to Featherstone’s drama again. We need a plan though, and we need one soon because we’re all done with constantly glancing over our shoulders. Running isn’t our way, we just need a little more time for Kai to heal.

  The tide is slowly coming in, the water touching the tips of my boots as I sit in the sand. Raking a hand through my hair, I get ready to stand when a cold hand covers my eyes, catching me off guard. Before I can react, I hear a voice.

  “Guess who?”

  I instantly relax, hearing Luna’s voice and recognizing her delicate fingers on my face.

  “Princess Luna of Lunaland, Queen of the trees, and…”

  “Warrior of the seas,” she finishes, catching me by surprise. “Oh my god, I made you say that all the time,” she adds. Dropping her hand, I tilt my head back to peer up at her.

  “You were very demanding,” I agree, and she sticks her tongue out.

  “Well, I’ll take this back then.” Lifting up her other hand, she wiggles a clear plastic cup at me, with ‘Baby Acehole’ scrolled across it in black ink.

  “Is that a dragon juice from a coffee shop in town?” I ask, and she nods in agreement. “I take it back, I swear. You are in no way demanding, Princess.”

  She giggles at me as she hands it over, and I’m quick to get rid of the lid and straw, downing half of the juice in one gulp.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” she says with a smile. Every day her smile gets wider, and her eyes get greener. That’s why I want to find Totem and put an end to his shit, so I can watch her happiness grow more.

  “You found him,” Oscar calls out, as Luna takes a seat a little further back from the water’s edge, patting the sand beside her for me to move up. I plant myself beside her, as Parker and Kai trail behind Oscar down the steps.

  As they get closer, I notice she brought us each a drink and had our nicknames written on the cups. ‘Handsome Acehole’ for Kai, ‘Big Mouth Acehole’ for Oscar, and ‘Parker Parker Acehole’ for Parker. She catches my grin and kisses my cheek.

  “I have something else to show you guys too,” she whispers, her eyes twinkling with nervousness I haven’t seen there before, but she has me intrigued. Parker, Oscar, and Kai sit with us, automatically forming a circle.

  “So, I uh, did a thing,” Luna murmurs, rubbing her hands on her knees nervously. “And I was completely confident with my decision until I sat down, now I’m…”

  “Angel, just tell us. You’re doing that thing again where you talk in circles and make our anxiety kick in too,” Parker says, a smile on his face. She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, closing her eyes for a moment.

  “Okay,” she mutters to herself before suddenly whipping her t-shirt off. Her breasts are bare, her nipples pebbled with the cold chill in the air. What the hell is she doing? We’re in public, likely with security guards watching right now.

  “What the fuck Luna, don’t…” Kai’s hand stops mine from grabbing her top and forcing it back over her head, and I growl at him, as my blood pounds in my ears.

  Shaking his head lightly at me, he points at her bare chest. Confused, I look to see what he’s showing me, and my heart stops. A quick look to Oscar and Parker too and their jaws are wide open also.

  Four small paint blobs, in different pastel colors, mark down between her breasts, and on top of each color is a symbol. At the top sits a purple paint mark with the outline of Pac-man tattooed in the center. A green one follows, with a skull etched on top.

  My pulse rings in my ears as I continue taking in what she’s done. Two more paint splashes mark her skin, pastel blue and pink, with a moon tattooed in one, and a feather in the other.

  Holy fucking shit. Our girl, our wife, has marked herself with a small replica of tattoos we each have on her skin.

  Parker leans forward, kissing Luna’s lips, and murmuring to her, but I can’t hear what he’s saying. Oscar follows suit, and I see her smile up at him. Kai releases my arm, going to her, while I sit back on my knees, willing my brain to catch up.

  As soon as Kai moves, my body does too, on its own accord, crushing my mouth to hers. I can’t find the words for how this makes me feel, but my body does. She opens for me willingly, all the self-doubt, everything I feared is all for nothing. She marked me on her skin, she wants me to be here. This isn’t her just honoring some old family agreement, she needs me like I need her.

  Pulling back to rest my forehead to hers, I frantically search her eyes. I can barely breathe, and my mind feels like it’s about to explode if I don’t speak.

  Taking a deep breath, my lips grazing hers as I look deep into her eyes. “I love you, Luna Steele,” I whisper.

  Her hand comes up to cup my chin as she smiles brightly at me. “I love you too, Roman Steele-Rivera.” My heart swells with love and need. I didn’t know how much I needed to say those words, let alone hear them in return.

  I need her. I need her right now, but not in the sand. Putting the top over her head, I cover her back up.

  “Kai, Oscar, I need you to take one for the team and distract the parents.” I hear Oscar moan and grumble in response, but they both stand as I move back from Luna.

  Kissing her lips, Oscar helps her to her feet. “Well, I’m fucking walking her up, if you’re keeping her to yourself. But you better remember this when the time comes,” he says, and I pat his back, giving him the luxury of walking with her.

  Heading straight up the wooden steps, I cut across the grass and climb over onto the patio outside of our room. As I push open the door I left cracked, Parker calls out to me before I step inside.

  “Why didn’t you tell me to distract them too?”

  I can’t help the grin that takes over my face at his question. “I told you why, when I watched you fuck our girl with Oscar, remember?” He frowns for a moment before realization dawns on his face, his pupils dilating as he searches my eyes.

  “Now, get the fuck in here and bring our hot wife with you.”

  *****

  (Parker)

  Holy fuck, holy fuck. Holy. Fuck.

  My palms are sweating, I’m itching to get in there, but Oscar is taking his sweet-ass time getting over here with Kai and Luna. I glance back to the patio door Roman left open, and my dick strains against my jeans. Squeezing myself through the denim, I try to ease the ache, but there’s no use.

  Oscar catches the movement, his eyes heating, as he somehow manages to walk slower.

  Fuck this.

  Marching over, Luna looks at me in confusion as I pull her arm fro
m Oscar’s.

  “Not fair, asshole, you leave me with the guy who doesn’t care for experimenting,” he grumbles, and I grin at the want in his voice.

  “Oscar, we’ll play again soon, I promise.” I wink over my shoulder, before lifting Luna over the stone wall surrounding the patio and follow behind.

  Pulling the door shut behind me, I lean against it for a moment, watching as Roman pulls his top over his head. Revealing his chiseled abs and full back skull tattoo, I can’t decide which side of him I’d rather be staring at.

  “Close the curtains, Parker.”

  Luna glances between us at his order, desire in her eyes as she takes us in. I blindly close the curtains behind me, not wanting to miss a second of the action. Roman places himself behind Luna, turning her to face me, as he runs his hands up her side. Slowly trailing his lips up her neck, he bites down on her earlobe when he reaches the top.

  “I have a vision, Princess, and I want to make it happen,” he says against her ear, and she nods eagerly in agreement, without even knowing what it is. “I want Parker between us, Princess. Me fucking him, while he’s deep inside of you.”

  I watch as she shudders at his words, her eyes looking me over from head to toe. Leaning back against the curtain, I undo the button on my jeans, squeezing the head of my cock to stop myself from coming too early. Ever since he whispered those words in my ear, I’ve wanted to feel them both at the same time.

  Luna looks at me, trying to gauge my reaction to what is being suggested. “I really want that, if Parker wants it too,” she moans out. I can’t stop my cock from rocking up into my hand at her voice.

  “I really, really want that, angel.”

  “Good,” Roman murmurs, pulling her top back over her head, revealing her pierced nipples and her brand-new ink. She looks stunning, as always, but her little symbols to represent each of us sets me on fire. “Let’s tease him first, shall we?” He looks at me with a grin on his face as his hand cups her breast, careful not to touch her newly marked skin.

  Luna moans in response, watching as my hand disappears beneath my boxer briefs. “But, I want to touch him, baby.” Licking her lips, she looks at me through half-mast eyes, sexy as sin.

  “This is the one time you get to call the shots, so if you want to touch him, tell him.” His hands run down her sides, slipping into the top of her yoga pants, and trailing them down her thighs.

  Without moving her gaze from mine, she kicks off her sandals and steps out of her pants. Standing before us, oozing confidence in only her lace panties. Urging me forward with a waggle of her finger, I’m happy to oblige. Not wasting a second, I cover the distance and bring my mouth down on hers. Bringing us chest to chest, as Roman stays at her back, sandwiching her in, giving her a taste of what they’re going to do to me.

  Her fingers wrap around my neck as she pulls me closer, and I feel one of Roman’s hands grab my waist too. Moans fill the room, but they could be coming from any of us. Trailing my lips to her neck, Roman pulls her face to the side, crushing his lips to hers. My fingers find her nipples as she arches into me, and my cock pushes into her hip.

  Just as I’m about to take her taut nipple into my mouth, I feel a hand tug at my hair, pulling me back up to full height. It’s Roman’s hand in my hair, as Luna’s fingers trail up my chest, lifting my Henley top as she goes. Seeing the unspoken demand in her eyes, I lift my arms above my head, letting the top fall away when she lifts it off.

  Her gaze trails from the feather tattoo on my arm to the Steele family emblem on my hip, and I watch as her eyes darken. The head of my dick is peeking out of my boxer briefs and unbuttoned jeans, making her lick her lips. Before I can say anything, my face is being pulled forward as Luna sinks to her knees, taking my clothes with her.

  Roman’s lips touch mine, my eyes closing instinctively, and the contrast between him and Luna only adds to my desire. Where Luna’s lips are soft and delicate, Roman’s are fuller and more demanding. My mouth already feels close to bruising, before he bites down hard on my bottom lip, drawing a moan from me. At the exact same moment, Luna licks a trail from the root of my cock, all the way up to the tip, my legs almost buckling under me.

  Knowing the impact they’re having on me, Roman pulls back, and it takes me a moment to open my eyes. When I do, I find him looking down at Luna, her hand trailing up my thigh to squeeze my balls as she deepthroats my length in one swift move.

  “Fuck!” I pant. “Luna, I’m going to cum too quick, if you don’t stop,” I hiss out, and she pulls back with a proud grin on her face.

  Letting me catch my breath a second, she turns to Roman while still on her knees, but he shakes his head. “Not yet, Princess. Watching you both has me as close as Parker.”

  “But I want you naked too, baby,” she purrs, and even he can’t refuse her as she licks his abs.

  “Princess, you’re playing dirty,” he murmurs, and I love seeing her bring him to his knees, killing his usual dominance because he needs her so much. “Lay down on the bed,” he whispers down to her, and she’s quick to comply.

  Watching as she lays down, dead center with her head on the pillow, my eyes go back to the tattoos. So close to her heart, so specific for each of us, I love them. Luna’s eyes widen, and it has my eyes tracking where she is looking.

  Turning to my left, Roman stands with his shorts at his feet, his hard length holding my attention. How the fuck am I supposed to take him? I look back at Luna, who must be able to read the worry on my face, as she giggles. Kicking my jeans off, I discard them, as I try to gain control of my beating heart.

  Deciding I need to focus on Luna, I step towards her, but she shakes her head. “I want to see you together first.” Heat burning bright in her eyes, her fingers stroking down her stomach, heading straight for her clit. My face flushes, watching her arousal increases my own.

  Turning to face Roman fully, he wastes no time lining our bodies up. My lips move the short distance to his as his hands grip my waist, pulling me closer. The movement has my dick brushing against his, and I can’t help but hiss in pleasure at the contact.

  Holy fuck. I hear Luna moan, but Roman doesn’t give me a chance to look her way. With one hand on my hip and the other against my chest, I get lost in his touch.

  “More,” Luna begs from the bed, and Roman moves to wrap his hand around both of our lengths, squeezing us together. Goosebumps rise all over my body, as I throw my head back in ecstasy.

  “Fuck, Roman,” I groan, pulling my lips from his, but our faces stay millimeters apart, watching each other fall apart at the touch.

  Luna’s moan pulls my gaze away, and the show she’s offering in return has me biting my lip. Laying bare before us, with one hand pulling at her nipple piercing, the other glides over her clit and down to her entrance, slowly over and over again.

  Perfect. She is utter perfection.

  “Taste him,” she breathes out, and before I can drop to my knees, Roman does instead. My mouth falls open as I stare down at him, on his knees before me. Looking up at me with hooded eyes, I could orgasm from the sight alone, especially combined with Luna on display before me.

  Keeping his eyes on mine, he wraps his lips around the head of my cock and sucks hard.

  “Shit,” I breathe, my cock pulsing for more. Usually, Roman will draw everything out, wanting control and a little delayed gratification, but even he can’t hold back from the arousal in the room. Without warning, he takes the rest of my length, my cock hitting the back of his throat, and I forget how to breathe.

  My hand instantly reaches out, gripping my fingers in his hair for balance. The sharp pull against his scalp has him humming around my cock. Fuck. The desire in his eyes screams for more. Tightening my grip, I hold him in place. Thrusting past his lips to the back of his throat, taking everything from him, like he always demands from me.

  Trapped in his gaze, he works his lips up and down my length, his grip on my thighs only adding to the intensity. I don’t know how I’m suppo
sed to last, hearing Luna moan at the show she’s getting has me close to bursting. On the verge of making him stop before I cum, he releases me with a pop, a sinful grin taking over his face.

  “She doesn’t get herself off when we’re in the room,” he whispers, turning his gaze to Luna, whose chest and neck is pink as her arousal prickles her skin. I nod in agreement, somehow managing to lift my knee up onto the bed.

  At my approach, Luna widens her legs, letting me in, as I wet my lips. Knowing the connection I just felt with Roman, as he looked into my eyes, I do the same to my wife. Maintaining eye contact, I lick slowly from her entrance to her clit, and she shudders beneath me. Her body is coiled, ready to explode, and she will, beneath me.

  Grabbing the globe of her ass with one hand, I trail the other to her core, teasing her entrance as I lap at her clit.

  “More, Parker, I need more,” she pleads, and I can’t bring myself to deny her.

  Thrusting two fingers into her tight pussy, I graze my teeth against her swollen clit. She moans loudly, but we’re too far gone to care. Not relenting on my assault, her core grips my fingers, wanting just that little bit more.

  The next time I thrust into her, I twirl my fingers, finding her g-spot, and her hand wraps in my hair, holding me tighter to her. Roman’s hand grips my ass, which is up in the air as I taste my queen. His other hand is cold with some form of lube on his fingers, as he traces my hole. Pressing his finger against me, it catches me off guard, and my teeth clamp down harder on Luna’s clit. She cries out as her orgasm tears her apart.

  I stifle my own groan against her, as I make sure she rides out every last wave of pleasure. All while Roman toys with me, stretching me to take him.

  “Breathe, Parker,” Luna whispers as she cups my face. “Relax, I know it’s uncomfortable, but it’ll be worth it.” Releasing her from my grip, she looks past me, watching what Roman is doing, and the desire in her eyes only increases.

  “Crouch up on your knees, Parker,” Roman murmurs from behind me, as he removes his finger. I follow his guidance, as I hear the click of a lid and watch as he pours coconut oil that he retrieved from the bathroom over his fingers. “Don’t worry, I googled the best oils to use, and this is high up on the list,” he reassures me, but I’m still shocked and appreciative that he cared enough about my comfort to google it.