Daddies’ Little Assassin (Femme Fatale Freakshow)

12. The Swim

Chapter twelve

The Swim

" S o..." I said, drawing out the word after a long pause. "What do you guys want to do today?"

The men around me chuckled, Karel's chest vibrating with his mirth.

"Well," Lang said, drawing my focus back to him. "We were thinking we could take you out to Karel's house. He has a small boat for me and Henry to use. That way you can meet his Kraken. And if we stay out until after dark, I can shift and take you for a ride in the sky?"

My heart skipped a beat, excitement bubbling up inside me at the thought. "Really?" My voice came out higher than usual, practically vibrating with enthusiasm.

Lang chuckled, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Of course, Little Bunny. I think it's time you experience all of us in our natural forms."

Henry's deep, quiet voice joined in. "And maybe after that, we'll see about making you dinner. Assuming we don't get distracted by certain other activities..." His lips curved into a teasing smirk as his eyes flickered with heat.

I giggled, feeling warmth flood my cheeks at his implication, but my excitement for the day outweighed my shyness. "Meeting a real life kraken and flying with a dragon? That sounds like the best day ever!"

Karel shifted beneath me, his hand moving to gently cup my cheek. "We'll make sure you're safe, Little Fluff," he murmured softly, his deep voice filled with affection. "I know this will be new for you, but we'll take it slow. You can trust us."

"I do trust you," I whispered back, leaning into his touch. The sense of belonging I felt for these men is overwhelming, and the idea of exploring even more of their world makes me feel both excited and nervous. And the thought of exploring more of them? More of their bodies? That just downright made me hot and horny.

Lang stood up from his chair, stretching with a satisfied sigh. "Then it's settled. We'll head out after a decent breakfast. Karel's house isn't far from here, and the boat's already prepped."

Henry rose as well, giving a nod. "I'll get the food going. You're going to need your energy today."

The anticipation thrummed in my veins as I sat up, watching them move around the room with ease, their movements so familiar with one another—like pieces of a puzzle fitting together. It made me smile, knowing they've included me into their perfectly choreographed dance.

As Henry prepared breakfast, and a small picnic lunch for the boat, Lang sat back down, drawing me onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around me protectively. "Are you ready for this, Little Bunny? We don't want to overwhelm you."

I nodded, unable to stop grinning. "I'm so ready. I want to see everything."

Lang chucked softly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "You're braver than you know."

As the morning sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room, I realized just how right all this felt. I couldn't wait to see where the rest of the day took us.

Lang had driven ahead on his motorbike—something I couldn't wait to get a ride on—and by the time we got there in Karel's fancy black car, Lang was already bustling about on the boat. When we made it to the jetty, Lang made a big production of grabbing a life jacket and checking it over before putting it on me. His hands, though gentle, were firm as he buckled the straps, tugging on the clasps to make sure everything was in place. He even tested it by pulling me back into his chest, eliciting a surprised yelp from me.

"There," he said, satisfied with himself. "All safe and sound. Wouldn't want our bunny falling into the ocean and drowning now, would we?"

Karel scoffed at that, but before he could say anything, Lang stole my attention again. With a mouth watering, toe curling, soul shattering kiss.

By the time he let me back up for air, I couldn't think straight anymore.

"And now, we're all even," Lang said, his voice coming through as a sultry pur.

I laughed, feeling the now familiar warmth of being around these three men. They made me feel cared for and safe in the best possible way.

Once we were all on board and the boat pulled away from the dock, the gentle rock of the water lulled me into a state of peace. The farther out we went, the more the worries and chaos of my past seemed to melt away. Before long, the only sound was the rhythmic slap of the waves against the boat's hull and the wind whistling through the air. No land in sight, just endless blue water.

"This should be far enough," Karel said, cutting the engine and letting us drift in the open ocean. His eyes sparkled with something almost mischievous as he began stripping off his clothes, piece by piece.

My eyes widened. The sight of his body, bare and glistening in the sunlight was amazing. Muscles rippled beneath his skin as he tossed his clothes aside, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

"Enjoying the show, Little Fluff?" he teased, catching my gaze.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I bit my lip, trying to play it cool. "Maybe a little."

With a chuckle, he moved to the edge of the boat and, in one graceful motion, dove into the water. Seconds later, the surface of the ocean rippled, and I watched in awe as his form changed. Long, powerful tentacles stretched out from beneath the water, moving with a fluid grace that sent shivers down my spine. His kraken form was massive, a creature of both power and elegance, his tentacles dark and glistening beneath the waves.

I stared, wide-eyed and mesmerized by the sight of him. The ocean seemed to bend to his will, the water parting around him as he moved.

From the water, Karel raised one of his long, slick tentacles and gestured toward me, an invitation that sent my heart racing. He wanted me to join him.

"Go on," Lang urged from behind me. "You can trust him, he won't let anything happen to you."

I hesitated for only a moment. Not because I worried he wouldn't look after me, more freaked out about the most insane detail of all. What I was wearing. My jeans and long sleeve Henly weren't really made for water. If I was being honest, it wasn't really made for boating either.

Without stopping to think about it too hard, I shrugged off the life jacket before getting rid of my shirt, boots, and jeans. I wasn't wearing anything super provocative under it, but the heated gazes of the two men still on the boat had my nipples pebbling with a matching hunger.

I took a deep, steadying breath before jumping over the edge of the boat.

The coolness hit me immediately, refreshing and invigorating. I felt Karel's presence all around me, his tentacles brushing gently against my legs as if testing the waters, literally and figuratively.

I floated there for a moment, marveling at the feel of the water and his enormous form surrounding me. Then, with a surge of courage, I reached out, letting my hand rest against one of his tentacles. It was smooth, strong and warm, not at all what I had expected from a creature of the deep. He responded with a gentle squeeze.

I giggled, feeling the sensation of his limb wrapping around me. It was both playful and possessive, like he was cradling me in the water.

"He can smell your hunger," Henry called from the boat. "We all can, and it's tantalising."

"Should I get out?" I asked, even though I could sense the answer to my question.

"You could," Lang responded, resting his chin on his hand as his elbow rested on the side of the boat. "Or you could ride the wave and let us watch you."

His words were said almost like a dare, and I wanted nothing more than to do just that.

So I stayed in the water, my fingers gently trailing down the long tentacle wrapped around my waist.

Then I felt it, the soft caress that felt almost like dozens of mouths on the inside of my thigh. One of Karel's tentacles had wrapped itself around my leg, and the little suckers were kissing me!

The more I wriggled, the closer the large appendage came to my core, and before I knew it, I was wearing panties no more and one of those little fluffing suckers closed around my mound.

I'd gone from being someone with almost no experience sexually to dry-humping a huge angel and being eaten out by a kraken all in the space of one day.

The suction of Karel's tentacle against my clit had me exploding within seconds, and if it weren't for him cradling me against his large form I'd have sunk under the cool waters of the ocean, never to be seen again.

As it was, he kept me close until the waves of pleasure—get it?—had run its course. Once the last aftershock left my body, he moved us closer to the boat, where his large limb lifted me out of the water and up into Henry's waiting arms.