Obsidian Music (Lion Security Book 3) (16 page)

One week later, I had to keep reminding myself that I could do this. My mom was helping me into a green dress that matched my eyes, but it was satin, and it bunched directly under my breasts, which were growing damn huge, and draped over my belly, making me look like I had three huge pillows taped around my stomach instead of three tiny babies inside my womb. My back was killing me, my ankles were on the verge of swelling, my tits were tender, and I swear one of Daniil’s children had a foot jammed up under my ribs that no matter how many times I massaged the area, the little bugger kept his or her foot budged tight. And I was hungry, my appetite back in full swing.

The dress hung down to my sandaled feet, and it felt like Heaven, but tonight wasn’t about Heaven. Tonight was about putting two people firmly in Hell. I had to look like I wasn’t affected by what they had done to me. Daniil hadn’t told me who he thought they were. He said he would tell me when it was time. In other words, it was party night.

To top it off, I hadn’t told my mom what was going to happen. Not because I was afraid to, but because now that I knew the primal urges parents had, I was afraid she would take care of business before I got the chance. Especially, with that far away, primal look she got in her eye sometimes when I had—they were getting fewer with each day—a moment when I zoned out and started singing. And that included my dad, too. God love him, he was a devout Christian, but it was there in his eye, too.

So, mum was the word.

“I think Dr. Wisser is going to put me on bedrest soon,” I grumbled, trying to drape the dress differently so it didn’t show exactly how big I was. It didn’t help. There was no hiding a pregnancy of almost five months with triplets. I glanced around Daniil’s bedroom, wondering if there was anything here big enough to make me look smaller. “He hinted at it last week.”

Mom finished zipping up the back of the dress, which the tighter it got, the bigger I looked. “Good. You should be off your feet.”

“Mom,” I griped, turning toward her, putting on my green gloves, which she had to help me with the arm that had the cast – only three more weeks of that damn thing to go. “I don’t want to be an invalid.” I hesitated, and then stated, “I’m not sure I can handle being cooped up in a bedroom for that long. I need to be able to move around.” Make sure I wasn’t trapped.

My mom’s eyes went to that primal place for a heartbeat, but they softened almost just as quickly, and she said softly, “We’ll figure something out. I’m sure Daniil would put a bed in every room of this house so you won’t feel…” She couldn’t say it. She still had issues from my ordeal, too.

I sighed, nodding and turning back to the mirror. My cheeks were rosy, my nose pert, my lips red, and my close curls… “God, I really do look like one of those damn dolls.”

“What dolls, sweetie?” she asked, peering over my shoulder to look in the mirror.

We both jumped when Daniil chuckled from our right. He was a sneaky one at times. I hadn’t even heard him come in the room. He walked over and wrapped his arms around my stomach, thank God, he had long arms, and bent down kissing my—rosy—cheek, murmuring quietly, “You know what kind of kewpie doll you look like tonight?”

I puffed out a breath, ignoring how my mom was quietly leaving the bedroom. “A fat, ugly one?”

He chuckled again, shaking his head. “You look like my kewpie doll.”

I smiled a little at that until I really saw what he looked like in the mirror next to me, and I groaned. “You look all damn debonair in your James Bond attire.” He wore a black tux, his hair pulled back from his sharp features, the clothes fitting him excellently, showing off his large physic.

All my outfit did was show off my own expanded physique.

“You don’t like it?” he whispered against my temple…while his thumb brushed slowly under my left breast.

“I do. And you know it. You’re handsome and sexy as hell,” I grumbled, swatting at his thumb when it made another pass under my breast, tightening my nipple. “And stop that. You’re going to get me hot and bothered before we go down there.”

Daniil growled low…yeah…and I knew there wasn’t anything stopping him, especially not me, when he leaned down and bit my bottom lip, taking my mouth in a kiss so damn carnal I was left breathless and pressing into him. He hadn’t kissed me like that…well, in forever. We’d been keeping it strictly PG, but, man, I had missed that. He groaned against my mouth, his hands moving to cups my tender breasts, and I moaned right along with him.

He squeezed gently, his mouth taking mine again, and the fireworks went off like normal. His tongue swept over mine, rubbing like I wanted his cock inside me. I groaned, none-to-quietly and stood on tiptoe, wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling a burning fire start up low in my belly. When he let one hand fall to my ass, squeezing and pulling me even closer, I felt his erection against my belly, telling me exactly what he would like to be doing, too.

God, he felt so good.

“Ahem,” my mom’s loud, stern voice broke our lips apart. Daniil immediately dropped his groping hands from my boob and ass. “Daniil, what did I tell you about that? If you can’t finish it, then don’t start it.”

“Frankie,” my dad stated—I hadn’t even realized he had come into Daniil’s room. “He knows that. Don’t you, Daniil?”

Daniil cleared his throat, his voice breathless as he stared down at me. “Yes. I do.” He paused, trying to catch his breath. “Now, would you be so kind as to leave our room while we…recuperate.” Yeah, he had a huge hard-on he was keeping firmly pressed against me.

“Mom. Dad. Get out,” I ordered, probably a little too harshly.

But Daniil and I didn’t need their interference.

“Daniil…,” Mom started again.

But Daniil growled a little, and I heard Dad yank her out of the room, into his living room area where I heard dad talking to her about how unwise it was to poke a bear when she had already gotten her point across. Daniil heaved a few breaths in and out and stepped back from me a little stiff…yeah…in more places than one.

“You’re Mom’s right as much as it,” his nose crinkled, “pains me to admit it.”

I wasn’t doing much better than he was, and I sucked in a few steadying breaths. “We just need to keep it at PG. Maybe start doing crossword puzzles or something when we,” my hand moved back and forth between us, “feel the urge.”

Daniil paused, and then he started chuckling and shaking his head. “All that brings to mind is you naked with crossword puzzles under you like a blanket.”

I thought a moment and then snapped my fingers. “We can talk about your dad!”

He paused again, and then nodded, fixing his jacket in swift motions. “That’ll work.”

I chuckled and pulled him out of the bedroom, stating, “Speaking of your dad, did he make it on time for tonight?” His dad had helped with the search for me, but he was supposed to be back here tonight…staying for who knew how the hell long.

Daniil nodded, still a little stiff, and speaking of the devil, his dad walked into Daniil’s private living room with Grigori behind him. They hugged and patted and kissed cheeks, but Grigori’s eyebrows were pinched. His dad patted Daniil’s cheek again, asking, “What’s wrong? You look upset.”

My mom snorted and tried to cover it up with a cough when Dad gave her a look. Daniil looked mildly uncomfortable, and Grigori’s eyes narrowed as he surveyed his dad and then me. His lips started twitching, and he pulled his granddad away from his son, taking him over to the bar, asking Daniil, “Papa, how about a drink?”

“Make it a double,” Daniil muttered.

Grigori chuckled and nodded pouring vodka for his dad and granddad. “Eva’s not downstairs yet.” He glanced at me. “Do you think you can go see what’s taking her so long? People are already arriving, and she’s probably just taking too long getting dressed.” He shook his head. “If I go bother her, she’ll punch me with the way she’s been acting about more brothers on the way.”

I chuckled, nodding. Yeah, Eva had been in a tizzy lately, asking me repeatedly what I thought the babies were. “Sure. I’ll be back in a second.” Plus, it would take Daniil a moment to calm down since his gaze was stuck on my chest. I leaned over whispering, “Think of your dad.”

His nose crinkled, but I felt his gaze follow me all the way out the door, his eyes glued to my ass. It didn’t help me much, so I focused on my role. I needed to get Eva. And if she wasn’t ready yet, Daniil wouldn’t be thrilled. He wanted the whole family together as a united front.

I passed Grigori and Ember’s door. Then Roman’s, and then Kirill and Chloe’s room. Then Artur’s. Eva’s was at the very end, near a hidden staircase and large window. I knocked lightly, but her room was set up much like Daniil’s. Except it was a bit more feminine, done in crèmes and lavender. I opened the door when no one answered and made my way through the living room area.

And stopped dead when I heard a masculine moan from her bedroom.

Uh-oh.

“Oh, God, I’ve missed this,” I heard Eva whimper from said bedroom.

Oh, shit.

And as much as I knew I shouldn’t, curiosity got the better of me. I was still the reporter at heart. Nothing would change that. I crept forward and peeked around the door, getting an eye full.

Oh, holy motherfucker.

They were in profile and naked on her bed. Eva was on her hands and knees…with Stash just as naked behind her. He slowly pumped into her, his ass and legs muscles clenching with the motion, his hands gripping her hips as he stared down at what he was doing. Eva moaned and arched, lifting her ass higher in the air, her shoulders hitting the bed.

Sounding fucking pissed, Stash hissed, “Did you miss this when you were fucking Merc?”

Merc? She’d had sex with Merc?

He drove into her harder. “Did he fuck you from behind, baby?” Oh, my. This was a side of him, I had never seen before. He reached down, grabbing a handful of her hair, and yanked her up, making her body arch, her head against his shoulder. “Tell me, did he make you feel this good?”

Eva groaned when he drove into her even harder, but she sounded just as pissed when she asked, “What about those two fucking blondes you screwed?”

Stash growled low, letting go of her hair, running his hands around her waist, up her ribcage to her bouncing breasts, gripping them as he started thrusting in harder and faster. “Don’t give me that shit. You asked for the damn break.”

Eva reached down and back, grabbing his hips and holding on. “I only asked for it until you could figure out how to get around Papa’s security here.” Lock the damn door, then. “And you know Artur was catching on.”

“It took me forever to figure out his fucking system without anyone’s help.” Stash groaned, his head falling back. “No more.” He gasped. “No more fucking break.”

Eva tilted her hips, pressing back against him, and she growled, “No more fucking blondes. Or brunettes. Or whatever the fuck else.”

“Exclusion, baby?” Stash dipped his head, licking across her shoulder. “That’s not like you.”

Eva started panting heavily, and she whispered, “Stash…” It sounded like a plea.

Stash’s breathing was starting to get just as heavy as hers, but he was silent as he slowed his pace, staring down at her body over her shoulder. He hesitated, and then said, “You’re serious.” A statement. “You really want exclusion? I’ve never done that before.”

“Try,” Eva panted, whimpering.

I saw the change in him. He went from considering to…one of his hands slid from her breasts, down to her bare crotch, and he gripped her, his muscles bulging as he growled, “That means no one else’s cock goes here but mine. That means your fucking pussy is mine until we’re through.” He kept his hand below, but his other hand left her breasts and went back to her hair, yanking her head and making her arch again. “Do you understand, Eva? No one else.”

She cried out, nodding, and his fingers began moving through her folds below, and his pace picked up, but she still growled, “If I see anyone near your cock, I’ll kill them.”

Stash grunted. “At least, we understand each other.” He groaned, and she started whimpering and grinding against him…

I slipped out of her room just as quietly as I had entered it, hearing their escalating sounds of pleasure. I knew my eyes were huge. Hell, I was even panting a little. That had been a whole different insight to them I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know. But, God, they had looked kind of perfect together. Most definitely not new lovers by what they said, or by their actions. This had been going on for some time. A long damn time, I was betting.

Well…fuck. I had to go back into Daniil’s and my room. And face Eva’s brother, dad, and granddad after I had just seen Stash fucking and dominating her. I understood now why they were keeping it secret. Eva was the only female of the family. A family of protective, loving, and scary as hell men. I wondered how many men—now, I knew Merc included—she had hidden from them in the past. Hell, if she wasn’t serious about them, I think I would probably hide them all. So, now wasn’t the time to give their little secret away.

I cleared my throat and squared my shoulders. Time to put on a damn good performance. I hoped I was up for it. Walking into the room, I saw that Artur, Roman, Kirill, Chloe, and Ember had all joined the group in his private living room. Fucking perfect.

“Well,” Grigori drawled, sipping on his vodka, leaning back against the wall, pulling at the collar of his tux. “Is she finished?”

Oh, good Lord.

Clearing my throat, I answered honestly, “It looked like she was almost done.” I prayed that Stash wasn’t drawing their reunion out.

Ember’s eyes started to go all freaky, so I quickly turned and went to grab some water at the bar, effectively putting my back to her. But she still asked, “Is something wrong, Elizabeth?”

“Nope,” I stated as calmly as I could. The pitch of my tone was a little high, so I amended quickly, “I’m just nervous about tonight.”

I felt Daniil behind me, and I took a sip of my water, clearing my dry throat. He tilted my chin back gently as everyone started talking again, and stared into my eyes, all the way to my damn soul. Why, oh, why I ever thought I could lie to him, I had no clue. His jaw was set, and he started to stalk out of the room.