Claimed by her Daddies

by Roberts, Laylah

  “What if someone walks in?” she asked desperately. “Aren’t we about to leave?”

  “Small delay,” Aric told her.

  “And the only people who will come in without knocking are Kassim and Matek,” Tavi said. “Would you like them to watch me eating your pussy?”

  “N-no.”

  “That’s a lie. Aric.”

  Aric drew her legs closer to her chest, exposing her ass and Tavi applied five smacks to each cheek.

  “Fuck,” Aric said. “Her whimpers are delicious.”

  Dear Lord. They were both killing her. She needed saving before she melted into a pile of aroused goo.

  Tavi sat on the bed and Aric moved closer so he could rest her legs on Tavi’s shoulders. Now her pussy was right in front of his face, her torso supported by Aric.

  Slime balls. Tavi was going to see just how aroused she was. He leaned in and took a long lick of her. “I can’t believe I’ve never tasted her.”

  “A definite oversight,” Aric said. “Matek said she’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted and that small sample I had . . . fucking delicious.”

  “Can the two of you stop talking about how delicious I taste? It’s weird.”

  Slap! Slap!

  She groaned. Christ. Seemed she wasn’t going to be sitting comfortably during the flight.

  “Stop sassing, brat,” Tavi commanded. “You’re not in charge here.”

  “But you can always say your safeword,” Aric reminded her quietly, obviously playing good cop to Tavi’s bad. “With your mouth, you should get used to sitting on a hot ass. Maybe we should institute a nightly spanking because we’ll likely miss naughty things she does during the day.”

  Wait! What? No way. They couldn’t do that, right?

  “There are four of you and one of me! How will you possibly miss anything?” She’d be lucky to get time alone to pee.

  “Not a bad idea, brother,” Tavi agreed.

  “No way. Not happening. And here I thought you were the good cop.” She attempted to turn to glare up at Aric.

  Tavi gave her thigh a slap. “Stay still.”

  “And I’m definitely not the good cop,” Aric told her in a low voice.

  She gasped as Tavi ran his tongue through her slick lips.

  “How wet is she, brother?” Aric asked.

  “Dripping.”

  She closed her eyes with an embarrassed groan. This wasn’t happening. Then Tavi parted her lips with his fingers and feasted. His tongue flicked at her clit before pushing into her entrance.

  And she didn’t want him to ever stop. Groans left her lips as he continued to drive her higher and higher towards an orgasm.

  “I want a taste,” Aric said.

  “Fuck,” Tavi muttered after drawing back away from her.

  Suddenly, she found herself moving. She was laid on her back on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. Aric knelt on the floor between her legs. His mouth immediately went to her clit, sucking strongly.

  Tavi took her mouth with his, his fingers plucking at her nipples through her T-shirt, capturing her cry. He shoved her T-shirt up roughly then drew her right breast free of the cup of her bra, rolling her nipple gently between his finger and thumb.

  She was so close . . . so close . . .

  The sound of the door opening and closing barely registered as she screamed her release. Luckily, Tavi was still kissing her so the noise was muffled. Her hips drove into Aric’s face, uncaring if she was smothering him. He didn’t move back, instead he lapped at her. Long, slow licks as though he was cleaning her up. Her breath heaved in and out as the bed dipped.

  What the hell?

  Tavi drew back away from her, pulling her left breast from her bra so he could latch onto her nipple as Matek ran his finger over her right breast.

  “Wondered what was taking you so long,” he muttered.

  “Sorry,” she told him.

  He huffed out a breath. “No, you’re not.”

  No, she really wasn’t. That had been spectacular and she was still riding the high, drifting dreamily. She’d really needed that despite the orgasm Matek had given her yesterday.

  “No, I’m not.” She stretched her arms up as Tavi suckled on her nipple. Arousal built low in her tummy. Matek flicked at her other nipple gently.

  “I like her like this,” Aric said, popping up from between her legs. “All sated and sweet.”

  “Hey, I’m always sweet.”

  They all made scoffing noises.

  “I am! When aren’t I sweet?”

  “When someone annoys you and you make them a batch of raspberry-tabasco cupcakes to let them know they’ve pissed you off,” Aric told her dryly.

  “Well, they shouldn’t have annoyed me.”

  “When someone wants to get in to see Kassim and he doesn’t want to be disturbed and you stand in front of his door like a guard dog,” Tavi told her.

  “I don’t think I like that comparison and that’s my job.”

  “Before you get your morning coffee,” Matek added.

  They all nodded.

  “You’re definitely testy in the mornings,” Tavi added. “Or when Adele is around.”

  “Hey, that’s totally justified. Satan’s bride would make ice cream taste sour.”

  “I can still make her disappear,” Matek growled.

  “Aww, thanks, Matty.”

  She noticed Aric mouthing the word Matty at Tavi.

  “I don’t think I like this conversation. I’m always nice and sweet, damn it.”

  “Course you are, baby,” Matek soothed, kissing her forehead sweetly.

  She smiled up at him. “You’re my favorite.”

  Her legs were raised, exposing her ass and Aric gave her six sharp slaps.

  “Hey!”

  “No favorites,” he told her firmly, although his eyes were filled with humor. Asshole.

  “How am I supposed to sit comfortably for the next twelve hours,” she complained.

  “Should have thought of that before you got mouthy,” Tavi told her with no hint of sympathy.

  Mean.

  The door opened again and she let out a squeak as she realized how exposed she was. Kassim walked in and she tensed, waiting for him to tell them all off.

  Instead, he shook his head. “Why does this feel like déjà vu? Am I always going to be walking into scenes like this with you four?”

  “Unless you want to join in,” Aric suggested with a grin as he stood and licked his lips. “I highly recommend it.”

  Kassim took her in for a moment, his gaze hungry. “Unfortunately, I don’t have time right now.”

  Did that mean that later . . . her body heated. Somehow, she couldn’t picture Kassim in Aric’s position, with his head between her legs. She could see him ordering her to her knees so she could suck him.

  She wasn’t against that. Nope. In fact, they could do that right now.

  A throat clearing brought her attention to the fact that she was staring at Kassim’s crotch.

  Whoops.

  “Miss Jones. Eyes.”

  She raised her gaze to his, knowing that she had to be bright red.

  “Busted,” Aric whispered.

  She quickly sat up and righted her clothing. “Sorry.”

  “Nothing to be sorry for, Miss Jones. You are very beautiful.”

  Just like that, her self-consciousness faded. She knew Kassim never said anything he didn’t mean.

  “But it is time to depart.” He held out a hand and led her to the front of the plane, stopping in the aisle. “Would you like the window seat?”

  “Yes, please.”

  She slid over to the window seat and was about to sit when Matek appeared with a pillow in his hands. He put it on her seat without a word. Kassim just raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, turning to walk to his own seat which was across the aisle in the seating area with the table. Tavi took the seat next to her.

  Reaching up on tiptoes, she kissed Matek’s cheek
. “Still my favorite.”

  He gave her a pleased look before taking the seat opposite Kassim. Aric sat next to Matek and Beta team filled the seats closer to the pilot.

  The air hostess, who was an older woman called Jenny, introduced herself and then they were moving down the runway. Jenny had replaced the last crazy hostess who’d attempted to hurt Vivi.

  This was it. Oh shit. Nerves bubbled in her tummy.

  Maybe she shouldn’t have taken the window seat. Maybe it was best to pretend that she wasn’t jettisoning down a runway about to take off into the air.

  “Hey. You all right?” Tavi cupped her cheek, turning her face towards his. She stared up into his calm face and felt her nerves ease. She wasn’t alone. She’d done this before. Sure, last time she’d drugged herself so she could make it to Escana without freaking out. But she’d done it.

  “Just a bit nervous,” she admitted.

  “Don’t worry. I’m here.”

  The bubbles in her stomach started to ease.

  He held out a pair of headphones. “Take these.” She looked down at them then up at him. “I made you a playlist.” He blushed slightly as he said that.

  “You did?” she asked, grateful for the distraction.

  “Would you like to listen?”

  She nodded. She hadn’t expected something like this from Tavi. But she slid the headphones on. Maybe this would give her more insight into him. She’d expected something moody. Perhaps a bit dark. Instead, she recognized one of Arianna’s songs. She was at the top of all the charts at the moment.

  She remembered Vivi telling her that Tavi loved Arianna’s music. The first song was one she’d heard before about a guy and girl meeting up. The next song was about a man worrying he wasn’t enough for his girl. Then there was a song about redemption.

  Pippa leaned her head on Tavi’s shoulder. He moved his arm, wrapping it around her shoulders and drawing her in close. Then Arianna sang a song about a love that couldn’t be broken. It wasn’t one she’d heard before. By the end of it, she had tears in her eyes.

  To her surprise there was one final song. Again, she hadn’t heard this one before. However, it wasn’t Arianna singing it. It was a man. The song was about a woman with skin like pale milk, with freckles on her nose and a smile that could light up the sky. She froze as he went on to sing about her red hair and her loud laugh.

  She turned to him when the song came to an end, pulling off the headphones. “You can sing?”

  He shrugged. “I’m no Arianna, but I think I can hold a note.”

  “You can better than hold a note, Tavi. That was . . . that was amazing! And you wrote the lyrics and music?”

  “Yeah. I’ve always liked music. We all learned instruments as kids. I learned the piano. Aric learned the drums, he’s crap at it. Matek, the guitar. He had no patience for it, though. He’s almost as bad as Aric. Kassim plays the violin.

  “Wow. Really?” She guessed it fit him.

  “Yeah, he’s really good at it. He could have gone professional if he’d been free to.”

  Poor Kassim.

  “Hey, don’t look so sad. I don’t think Kassim ever would have become a classical violinist, even if he wasn’t who he is. His interests lie elsewhere.”

  “And you? Would you have pursued music?”

  “I’ve never had much interest in creating my own music until about a year ago. When my muse came along.”

  She blushed at the idea of being anyone’s muse.

  “And that final song of Arianna’s? I’ve never heard it before.”

  “It hasn’t been released yet,” he admitted. “She sends me all her new stuff.”

  “That’s so cool,” she told him.

  He sent her a smile. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. And I love that you can write lyrics and sing. That’s sexy.”

  The tension eased from his shoulders. “Good, because I’ve already started composing a song about what just happened in that bedroom,” he whispered to her.

  “Tavi!”

  He just laughed.

  Ass.

  15

  It wasn’t until after they’d eaten dinner that it happened.

  The pilot asked them to all go back to their seats and belt up for some turbulence.

  Turbulence.

  This was it. They were all going to die. She’d known it. She’d known that she shouldn’t have come. Now everyone was doomed.

  She was in the bathroom, trying to catch her breath when someone banged on the door.

  “Little one, come sit down,” Tavi urged.

  He was being so sweet with her. She decided she liked his sweetness as much of his sexy sternness.

  Turning, she looked at the door. She knew that she should unlock it and step out. She just couldn’t seem to make herself do it.

  “Pippa!” Tavi called out. “Open the door.”

  She could hear the urgency in his voice. She wanted to obey but it felt like the room was closing in on her. She couldn’t breathe.

  They were all gonna die.

  “Pippa. Fuck! Can you hear me? Shit! Just knock on the door if you can hear me!” Tavi said frantically.

  There was more noise outside the door and she heard other voices.

  “What do you mean, she’s in there and won’t come out? Did she faint? Has she said anything?” Kassim asked.

  “Get back. I’ll break it down,” Matek commanded.

  “Wait!” said Aric. “You could hurt her if she’s right by the door.”

  This wasn’t a typical airplane bathroom. It included a shower and was far more spacious. If she stepped back, then she wouldn’t be in the way of them knocking down the door.

  But what did it matter when they were all gonna die?

  The plane lurched and she cried out.

  “Did you hear that?” Aric said.

  “She hasn’t fainted then,” Kassim added.

  “Your Majesties, you must sit down,” someone urged. It sounded like Judd.

  The room was starting to spin and she realized she hadn’t taken a breath in a while. She forced one into her lungs. Was she having a panic attack?

  “Little one, can you hear me?” Tavi attempted again. “Just knock on the door once.”

  With a great deal of effort, she thumped on the door.

  “That’s a good girl,” Kassim praised.

  The plane lurched again. She screamed.

  “Fuck! She’s fucking terrified,” Aric said. “Get her out.”

  “Aric,” Kassim snapped. “You’re not helping.”

  “Your Majesties, if you’ll sit down I will take care of this,” the other male said.

  “Judd, we’re not leaving her in there,” Kassim replied coolly. “But please, return to your seat.”

  The plane rocked. Tears dripped down her face. She was so scared.

  “Little one, listen to me,” Tavi told her. “You’re going to lift your hand to the lock and turn it. Understand?”

  She couldn’t do it. But Tavi would be upset with her if she didn’t. She had to do it. Her body shook.

  “Miss Jones,” Kassim said calmly. “Unlock the door. Now.”

  Her hand rose almost of its own volition and she unlocked the door. The plane dropped sharply and she slammed into the wall.

  “Pippa!” Someone reached for her, drawing her up into their arms. She curled into their chest, breathing them in. Kassim.

  “We need to get her to a seat,” Tavi said urgently.

  She was barely aware that they were moving. She was stuck between wanting to vomit, pass out, or scream. Maybe a combination of all three.

  Kassim tried to put her down just as the plane dropped. She tightened her hold on him, too terrified to let go.

  “Tamiya, it’s all right. You’re all right,” he soothed her. “Nothing will happen to you. I have you.”

  “Prince Kassim, you must sit down,” Judd said sharply.

  “I am aware of that, Judd. Tamiya, I’m going to put you in your se
at. Tavi is right next to you. Matek and Aric are across from you.”

  “We’re all going to die.”

  “Nobody is going to die,” he reassured her.

  “Sit with her, Kassim,” Tavi urged. “She’s too terrified to be on her own.”

  “Prince Kassim—”

  “I don’t want to hear it, Judd,” Kassim replied.

  He sat and she curled herself into him, not wanting to look at anyone else. She needed his touch to keep herself from spiraling.

  “Shit,” Tavi muttered. “She’s shaking.”

  “Help me see if we can get the belt around us both,” Kassim said. “Otherwise, it will only go around Pippa.”

  “No,” she whimpered.

  “Hush,” Kassim told her firmly. “You’re not in charge right now. I am. You’ll do as you are told.”

  It was the firmest she’d ever heard him be. But somehow, she needed it. She needed not to be in charge.

  Somehow, they got the belt around them both.

  The plane rocked. She cried out.

  “It’s okay, little one,” Tavi soothed. “Kassim has you. We’re all right here.”

  “Did no one know that she was scared of flying?” Kassim demanded as the belt was settled around them both.

  “She was nervous during take-off,” Tavi replied. “But nothing like this.”

  “She’s panicking so badly she’s forgetting to breathe,” Kassim replied. He secured his arms around her tighter. Part of her was horrified that she was having a panic attack in front of them all. Especially with Beta team here. But she couldn’t seem to calm down.

  “Tamiya, I want you to listen to me. I have you. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

  “The plane will crash,” she cried. “We’ll die.”

  “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “No. It will not happen because I will not allow it.” The plane rocked again and she managed to swallow her scream.

  “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

  “There is no reason to be sorry,” Kassim said in his low, calm voice. “Just look at me. Look into my eyes. Do I appear to be worried?”

  She shook her head. No, he didn’t look worried at all. Tavi turned her hand over and took her pulse.

  In. Out. In. Out.

  “Her pulse is too fast.”

  “Tamiya. Keep your gaze on me, please.”