Claimed by Shadows (The Shadowmen #2)

Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

“CONSTELLATIONS - PIANO VERSION” BY JADE LEMAC

IRIS

“ T hat’s the best place to start,” Hunter says, his voice soft as he releases my hand and cheek. “Can we take the hoodie off?”

I lower my hand from his face, shrugging out of the garment.

“What about the cameras?” Roman asks, toeing off his boots and settling back on the daybed. I look over my shoulder at him, nibbling my lips.

“They’re not turned on. I spoke to Julia this morning, told her I wanted to reclaim things, and she assured me they’d be off while you guys are here,” I admit, my cheeks flaring with heat as he smirks at me, a blond brow raised.

“So you planned to seduce us all along, did you, darling?” he teases, opening his arms in an obvious gesture for me to snuggle into them.

“Maybe,” I reply, shuffling until my back hits the heat of his chest. He’s only in a black T-shirt, with it being warm outside today, but I can feel the heat of his body flowing into mine even through the layer of fabric. My eyes close in bliss, a soft exhale falling from my lips at the comfort. “Are you complaining?”

“Never,” he whispers, brushing his lips across the bare skin on my shoulder, shivers tickling my skin from his touch. “Though I wouldn’t mind a taste of those lips, if that’s okay?”

His fingers come around to cup my jaw, turning my head to the side as he leans over my shoulder. Our eyes meet, and there’s a world of feeling in his brown eyes that used to be full of so much laughter but now have an edge of sadness in them which dims their light. I don’t answer him with words. Instead, I close the small distance between our lips, brushing mine against his in a soft caress that devastates me all the same.

“I love you, Ro,” I breathe against his lips, both our eyes still open, even though we’re too close to really focus on each other properly.

“Fuck, Princess. I love you so much it consumes me,” he answers, teasing my lips with every word. My hand comes up and wraps around his wrist, using it as an anchor as our lips meet again, this time not parting.

It’s like walking on a sunny beach, the gentle breeze kissing your skin as the sun warms your skin. Kissing Roman is so much more than a meeting of skin. It’s pure sunshine and I greedily deepen it, my eyes closing as I inhale his scent, letting him ground me in the here and now.

His deep moan fills the room, his hand flexing against my jaw as he dives into my mouth, licking and sucking, our tongues meeting over and over again. The cushions underneath us shift as Hunt moves closer, his fingers trailing fire across the tops of my breasts, leaving me gasping and breaking away from Roman.

“Can I take these off?” Hunt asks, his fingers tickling at the waistband of my leggings. Wordlessly, my chest heaving, I nod and watch him as he curls his fingers in the material, slowly dragging them and my matching lace knickers down my legs. His gaze fixes on the space between my thighs, which are open and trembling with the effort not to shut them. “Shit, baby. Just look at that pretty pink pussy.”

Lightning races across my skin at his words, at the admiration in his gaze.

“You are perfection,” Roman purrs into my ear, the fingers of his hand dropping from my jaw and trailing to the strap on my shoulder, playing with it. “Can I touch you too, angel?”

“Yes, please,” I breathe out, my eyes on Hunt as Ro pushes the strap down and exposes my breast to the air. My nipple pebbles, not from being out but from the hunger in Hunt’s gaze as he takes me in, his stare like a flame that burns where it lands.

Ro’s fingers track down my skin, circling my nipple and tightening it further before he closes his hand around my breast and squeezes. A moan leaves both our lips, my eyelids drooping with the spark of pleasure that zings through me.

I watch with a hooded gaze as Hunt strokes up my leg, from ankle to my thigh, his touch making my skin tingle with anticipation. His gaze flits from my face to where he touches, always checking my reaction, and his care makes me love him more than I even knew was possible. He’s ensuring I’m okay with what is happening, and I know that both of them will stop if I give the word.

But I don’t want to stop. I want them to keep touching me because it feels exquisite and so opposite to what Sergi forced upon me. There’s no question that I’m here with them and not back in that awful mansion with him.

“Keep your eyes open, okay, Peaches?” Hunter asks me in a gentle command, his emerald orbs boring into mine with an intensity that steals the air from my lungs. “I want you to watch what we’re doing so you stay here with us.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I whisper, and the growl that rumbles from his chest when I call him that has wetness seeping from my core.

“Such a good girl for us,” Ro praises in my ear, his other hand coming up to expose my other breast, both hands now playing with them, teasing my nipples.

My back arches as Hunter settles on his knees between my splayed thighs. His gaze is fixed on my face, absorbing my every reaction as his fingers play with the skin on my upper thighs, getting closer to where I’m becoming desperate for him to touch. Ro nibbles my neck, pleasure shooting from his touch until it forms a ball of need inside me.

“Please, Daddy,” I beg, unable to help the plea from falling from my lips. “Please touch me.”

“As you beg so prettily, baby,” Hunt replies, a single digit lightly brushing over my clit.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

My hips jerk upwards, that one touch almost enough to have me coming all over his hand. He smirks, like he knows how close I am and enjoys the fact that he can get me there so quickly.

“Normally I’d edge you, make you wait until tears run down your face as you beg me to let you come,” he tells me, his gaze still locked on mine. A small whimper escapes me and his smile grows positively devilish. “But just this once, you are allowed to come when you need to.”

With no warning whatsoever, he pinches my clit hard and I scream as an orgasm hits me so fucking forcefully my entire body goes rigid. My nails dig into Ro’s skin, my head thrown back as my eyes close with the sheer pleasure that courses through me. It’s made all the sweeter because it’s them giving it to me, and maybe, after everything that’s happened, I appreciate it all the more because the whole thing is consensual. We played with consensual non-consent before I was taken and I loved it, having the choice taken from me. I don’t know if I will enjoy that kind of sex again, but having this is a start on my road to recovery.

My eyelids flutter open as I relax back into Roman’s arms, his hands stroking me as I once again lock gazes with Hunter.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say, my voice breathy and tears stinging my eyes as gratitude floods through me. His entire face softens as he leans forward, his lips brushing my temple in a trembling kiss.

“Thank you, Iris. For trusting me, trusting us, with this.” He kisses me again, then pulls back so he can look into my eyes. “Now, why don’t we explore how many more times we can make you come before our visit is up.”

It’s not a question, it’s a command, though I appreciate him giving me an out if I really need it. I pause, taking stock of my body and my mind. I’m full of a soft glow, untainted by trauma like it was every time with Nik. My core tightens, letting me know that I’m okay and ready for more.

“Can you try with your fingers inside?” I ask, blinking at him as my cheeks heat. I’ve never asked for these sorts of things before, but if the way that his gaze turns feral is the reaction I’ll get, I might have to do it from now on.

“Fuck, Princess, the way you shyly ask him to finger fuck you,” Ro groans behind me, flexing his hips so I can feel how hard he is, how much this is turning him on.

“Your wish is my command, Peaches,” Hunt replies, his voice so low it’s like the rumble of rocks before they come crashing down a hillside.

“FAHRENHEIT” BY AZEE

HUNTER

I keep my gaze trained on her flushed face as my fingers delve back between her sweet thighs, the scent of her arousal filling the space between us until I think I might go mad. My cock strains behind my jeans, painful with how engorged it is, but I will not free it, not until she commands me to. This is about her and her recovery, her pleasure after weeks of suffering.

My fingers glide between her slick folds, a deep hum sounding in my chest at just how wet she is, at how responsive she is to my touch. Her hips are already moving, urging me to where she wants me, and a smile pulls my lips up. Knowing that she’s desperate for my touch is better than pretty much anything else in this world bar from being buried inside her.

Gently, painstakingly slowly, I glide one finger inside her, almost coming in my fucking jeans from how wet and warm she is. The way her inner walls wrap around my finger, trying to pull me deeper, has sweat beading along my spine. Fuck. This is the best kind of torture, and I’d gladly suffer it for all eternity if I could watch her face twist into the picture of beautiful agony that scrunches up her features right now.

“Does it feel good, his finger inside you, Princess?” Ro asks, his voice gravelly and showing signs of the strain we’re both feeling. “How about if he adds another? Will your greedy pussy suck them inside?”

“Yes, fuck, yes, please, Hunt,” she moans, her gaze dropping to where my finger glides inside her. I add a second as instructed, and her cunt clamps down on them both, just as Roman said it would.

“She’s almost strangling them like the good girl she is,” I rasp, moving my fingers in and out of her heat, imagining it’s my cock she’s wrapped around.

“That’s because she’s our perfect, beautiful Princess,” Roman coos, and she pulses around my fingers, her hips moving as she seeks another release. Goddamn.

I’ve missed this more than I can say. Not just the sex, but the closeness it brings between us. The way she trusts me, us, with her body and pleasure, and I fucking hated that he stole it from us, from her. It’s one thing on my very long list that I will seek retribution for.

“Hunt— I— Fuck, ” she cuts herself off, her body thrashing as I pump faster, harder, watching to make sure it’s not too much too soon, but her words and body tells me she’s more than enjoying this.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me, beautiful,” I encourage, using my thumb to rub circles against her engorged clit as I pump in and out of her.

Her back arches as her body stiffens, her head thrown back and her lips open in a soundless scream as another orgasm rips through her. She’s fucking exquisite in her pleasure, and we are her captive audience as she takes it and gifts us with the best view in the whole fucking world.

I work her through it, not stopping until she’s whimpering, her hands trying to push mine away from her soaked core. Normally I wouldn’t allow her to, pushing for one more, forcing the pleasure on her body until tears streak her face, but I’m taking it slowly, not wanting to rush her or send her spiralling back into the abyss that she’s dragging herself out of.

So, reluctantly, I pull my fingers from her body, waiting until her eyes open, her pupils all hazy as they focus on me. Only then do I lick up my fingers, the sweet taste of her bursting on my tongue and making my hard dick pulse.

“Save some for me, Daddy?” Roman asks from behind her, and I tear my gaze away from Iris’s, finding him looking at my hand with a ravenous hunger, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Shall I give him some of your sweet nectar?” I ask her, my gaze darting to her face, an eyebrow raised. She nods, clearly unable to speak, which makes the beast in me purr with satisfaction. We did that to her.

Slowly, I extend my arm, holding my hand right above her shoulder and just in front of Roman’s lips. He reaches forwards with his face, his arms still wrapped around Iris, and I watch with hooded eyes as his wet tongue makes contact with my fingers. He sucks the digit into his hot mouth with a groan, taking me down to the knuckle and gagging slightly.

Fuck.

I watch, barely breathing, as he sucks and licks both fingers clean, only pulling away when there’s no trace of her left on them.

“Good boy,” I praise, and he swallows hard, his nostrils flaring as his blown pupils lock on mine.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he rasps back, and my jaw works as I have to physically stop myself from launching at him and fucking him with her between us.

“Have you guys…” her soft voice trails off, and I switch my focus back to her, knowing what she was asking.

“No. It didn’t feel right, not while you weren’t there, Peaches,” I tell her, recalling the days without her like a knife to the fucking soul. I’m not sure it’s a wound that will ever heal, and the memory of it is enough to dampen my arousal.

“I’m here now,” she whispers, and my eyes widen as her meaning becomes clear, lust washing over my body like a tidal wave.