Claimed by Shadows (The Shadowmen #2)

Chapter 21

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“ONE OF THE GIRLS BY THE WEEKEND WITH JENNIE, LILY ROSE DEPP

ROMAN

H oly shit.

Those three words of hers pulse over me, and my eyes flick to Hunt’s, seeing the pure, unadulterated lust in his eyes, almost eliminating the green of his irises.

“Are you sure, Princess? We don’t want to push things too far,” I whisper against her, tightening my grip around her body as I hug her. I can’t help taking a deep inhale, filling my lungs with her cocoa scent. I’ll never get enough, and to have her back in my arms, even though it’s time limited, it’s like fucking Christmas came early.

“I’m sure. I want to watch you pleasure each other. Maybe…” she pauses, and I look at the side of her face to find her biting her plush lower lip.

“Maybe what, Peaches?” Hunt asks, and she releases the abused flesh.

“Maybe you could kneel in front of me and jerk each other off while I watch?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Her words are like a lightning bolt, striking me right on the dick and making it weep.

“We could do that,” I say roughly, and she sits up, letting me slide out from behind her. Then she scoots back until she’s in the position I was, her back against the side of the daybed.

I pause when I spot her swollen pink pussy, glistening and wet with the two orgasms she just had. Fuck me.

“Up here, Baby Boy,” Hunt demands, his tone sending a full-body shiver pebbling my skin. I glimpse Iris straightening before I turn my head to face Hunt, who’s on his knees, his jeans tight over the bulge of his hard dick.

He’s fucking stunning, all power and so full of alpha energy I want to bow down and worship him like a god. Blinking, I follow his order, shuffling on my knees until I’m facing him, our bodies angled slightly so as not to obstruct Iris’s view.

“You’re both so beautiful,” she whispers, and I cast a glance over at her to see her lips parted as her gaze roves over us both. Everywhere she looks, her eyes light up, like a torch that sheds light on all my dark places.

“Undo your jeans, baby,” Hunt commands, his tone gruff and brokering no argument. “Pull yourself out and show her that stunning cock.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

My fingers fumble as I do as he demands, the sound of the buckle from my leather belt loud in the hushed room. Pushing my jeans and boxers down my thighs, my dick springs free, bobbing at the attention it’s getting from them both.

“Now take me out.” Hunt’s voice is a harsh rasp, and I look at him to find him swallowing as his gaze fixes on my dick. Pre-cum beads at the tip of me, sliding down my head, but I don’t wipe it away. He’s not said I can touch myself yet, and I know from experience that if I don’t follow his orders, he won’t let me come.

With trembling hands, I reach out and pop each button of his black jeans, exposing the large bulge in his Calvin Kleins that has my mouth watering. Today isn’t the day to choke on his dick, but fuck me, I want to. Badly. Slowly, teasing myself as much as Hunt and Iris, I push his jeans down his hips. Then I go to the waistband of his boxers, pulling those down until his rock-hard cock juts out from his body, his pubic piercing glinting in the sunlight that filters into the room.

“Come closer, baby, until we’re touching,” Hunt commands, and I shuffle until our dicks brush, the feeling sending another full-body shudder over my skin. Jesus, I’m going to embarrass myself if I’m not careful. “Now, I’m going to grip both our dicks while you keep your hands at your sides so our girl can watch how much of a slut you are for me. You will not come until she says you can. Understood?”

Iris and I inhale sharply, a whimper of pure need sounding in the back of my throat as my head nods.

“Yes, Daddy,” I reply, the words barely a whisper, but I’m too worked up to speak any louder.

“Good boy,” he praises just as his large hand wraps around both our dicks, and my entire body jerks.

Shit.

Fuck.

My hands clench at my sides as he squeezes, choking my dick in his fist, and I have to work my jaw not to come all over his fingers. My eyelids flutter, my head tilting back at the sheer fucking pleasure that threatens to overcome me before we’ve even started.

“Eyes on my wife,” Hunt demands, and my gaze snaps to her, my head twisting so I can see her fully. She’s lying back on the pillows, her lips parted as her hooded gaze stares at Hunt’s hand. “Iris?”

“Yes, Daddy?” Her voice is a sensual caress that stokes up my shaft, causing another bead of pre-cum to seep from my slit.

“Touch yourself while you watch,” Hunt orders, and her fingers don’t even fucking hesitate, heading straight to her slick pussy and rubbing her clit. A deep moan falls from her lips, a matching sound coming from mine as Hunt moves his fist slowly up and then down our dicks.

“Fuck, Baby Boy. You feel so good against my cock,” Hunt groans, and I swear to fuck I almost explode, then and there. It’s been so long since he’s touched me like this, since we’ve been together like this, and it’s made all the better by having Iris here.

His hand glides up and down our shafts, squeezing, and soon my chest is heaving. Sweat beads across my forehead and down my spine as my orgasm threatens to crest.

“Shit, Hunt. I can’t hold back much longer, Daddy,” I whine, panting, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. I’m still watching Iris, her hooded gaze fixed on our dicks, her lips parted as she rubs her clit in time with Hunt’s movements.

“It’s not me you need to be begging, baby,” Hunt grits out, moving his fist faster until sparks fly across my nerves.

“Please, Princess. Please let me come,” I beg her, watching with widened eyes as she pauses, then slowly gets to her knees. She sucks in her lower lip as she looks up from Hunt’s hand, straight into my eyes. “What is it, darling?”

Hunt stops moving his hand, turning to face her.

“If I come closer…” She releases the lip, and then licks it, her cheeks flushing. “If I come closer, will you come on me? Mark me?”

“Peaches,” Hunt growls, and I have to agree. I want nothing more than to cover her with my cum, rub it into her skin until she absorbs it and everyone knows who she belongs to. “I can speak for both of us when I say get your gorgeous fucking arse over here so we can cover that sweet pussy with our cum. Though I have a condition.”

I hold my breath, watching as she looks at Hunt with a wide-eyed gaze. “Yes?”

“You don’t wash it off. You wear us on you all day,” he states, and a deep sound vibrates from my chest at the idea of her keeping me on her for the rest of the day.

“Okay,” she answers in a breathy tone, slowly shuffling on her knees until she’s right in front of us. I can smell her arousal, the scent heady and overwhelming me.

“Please, Princess. Please, can I touch you? I need to feel you wrapped around my fingers,” I ask, her breath juddering out of her chest as my fingers flex, desperate to be inside her.

She reaches out with a trembling hand, the one that was playing with her clit, and takes mine in her grip. Then she brings me to the apex of her thighs, and I can feel the heat of her before my fingers make contact with her slick folds. Her hand drops to my forearm, and I waste no time, sinking two fingers into her warm channel.

“Ro,” she gasps, her head thrown back as I pump in and out of her, Hunt matching the movement with his fist wrapped tightly around our cocks.

We become one moving part, our groans and panted breaths filling the room as we quickly approach an edge that I know will see me freefall into the abyss. It’s a place I will swan dive into, knowing the pleasure that awaits me there is unlike anything else.

Hunt twists his fist just as I hit that spot inside Iris, and Iris and I both come with cries, her pussy squeezing the life out of my fingers as I spurt my seed all over her glossy curls and Hunt’s hand. He’s quick to follow, adding his cum to the mix that is dripping down her mound, and it’s all I can do to keep finger fucking her as my orgasm makes spots dance in front of my eyes.

I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard, my whole body vibrating as my soul leaves me via my dick. Iris slumps, her forehead falling to my shoulder as she twitches and wriggles, signalling that she’s done. Reluctantly, I remove my hand, Hunt releasing our dicks and then grabbing my hand, shoving both our cum-covered index fingers into his mouth and sucking.

I swear my dick twitches at the sight of him sucking off our combined releases, and then he brings our hands to Iris, who obediently opens her mouth and sticks out her pink tongue. She delicately licks our fingers, whimpering when he withdraws our hands and then presents them to me. I hold his gaze as I finish cleaning our hands, the salty taste of mine and Hunt’s cum mixing in with the sweet musk of Iris’s on my tongue.

Shit . I never want to taste anything else, and the only way to top this would be for Hunt to come inside her and then I’ll eat it straight from the source. One day. She’s not ready for that now, but one day soon she will be.

“Go get her knickers,” Hunt orders in a husky tone, and I release our fingers, Iris’s head coming off my shoulder as I get off the bed on trembling legs and grab her knickers off the floor. When I turn back, Hunt is helping her to stand, standing behind her and supporting her weight as she leans on him, her muscles relaxed and her eyes almost shut. “Put them on her.”

Kneeling in front of them, I lift one foot and then the other, sliding the lace up her shapely legs, kissing above her knees as I help her into her underwear. I then grab her leggings and get those on her, all the while Hunt strokes her arms, kissing and whispering praises in her ear.

Once she’s dressed, he gives me a nod, passing her into my arms, and I guide her over to a large chair, sitting down and pulling her onto my lap. She snuggles in as he grabs her a glass of iced water and some sliced fruit.

“Drink, Princess,” I softly command as he lifts the glass to her lips, tilting it just enough so she can drink, but not so much that it spills out of her mouth. “Good girl.”

I smile when she shivers in my arms, and Hunt remains on his knees, feeding her slices of fruit from his fingers. Once she’s had enough, her body grows heavy, and Hunt drapes a blanket over her as she falls asleep in my lap, my arms wrapped tightly around her. I will never let her go. She is more crucial to me than the air that I breathe, and I will hold her for the rest of my life.

I feel lighter than I have in a long time, the weight on my chest loosening as we step from Serene Haven into the early evening and head towards our car. I can’t stop the grin that splits my lips. It’s been there all day thanks to our beautiful Princess.

“This place is good for her,” Hunt states as we climb into the car, Hunt on the driver’s side. My eyebrows raise, not at his words, which are true, but at the fact that he said them. He narrows his gaze at me. “Fuck off. As much as I hate that she’s away from us, she needed help to process what happened.”

My good mood darkens at the mention of what she’s been through. At what we couldn’t prevent. It’s a special kind of hell, not being able to stop the person, who you love, from hurting and not being able to fix them once you get them back.

“And she’s safe here, especially while we help the Knights,” I reply as we make our way down the drive and back towards the city.

“Sergi won’t try to take her again, not after The Fallen intervened,” Hunt comments, his brows furrowed as his eyes remain on the road. “But he could try to make things appear like she has no choice but to go back.”

“How so?” I inquire, studying him as his jaw works.

“If he threatens one of us in such a way that forces her hand to save us, like he did before.” My stomach swoops, his words making acid churn inside me.

“Shit. Though I can’t imagine The Fallen being happy with that either,” I muse, watching as the sun sinks lower in the sky. “And he currently seems hell-bent on punishing us for having her back, not trying to get her back himself.”

“True. Though we should still be on our guard,” Hunt remarks, taking a deep inhale through his nose. “For now, let’s focus on getting through tonight. I can’t believe I’m letting Nik blow up my club.”

His lips draw down, but there’s definitely a twinkle in his eyes that I don’t miss. I might have if I didn’t know him so well, but I do and my lips twitch as I waggle my eyebrows. “Something you want to confess, Daddy?”

His body stills as he refuses to even look at me, which only makes my grin widen.

“Like what exactly?” His voice is low, promising danger, but I was always an adrenaline junky.

“Like the text exchange you had with Nik before you wiped it from your phone. The one where you told him to get on his knees for you,” I casually state, laser-focused on the way his hands clench around the steering wheel. “Look, I don’t blame you. The man is fine as fuck and has a gorgeous dick. Plus, he loves her too, so it seems like a simple decision that you’d want to fuck him as well.”

“I do not want to fuck him. I can’t stand him, arrogant bastard,” Hunt grits out, and I outright chuckle at that.

“Me thinks the Daddy doth protest too much.” I laugh when his growl fills the space with that delicious alpha energy of his. “I think it will be hot as fuck watching you both trying to out-Dom each other. I wonder who will come out on top?”

“Clearly that would be me, fucking brat,” he grumbles, and I snap my fingers at him.

“I knew it! You do plan to fuck him! Iris will be so fucking horny to hear that,” I tease, unable to help myself as his cheeks redden. Yep, he definitely wants to fuck Nik as much as I do, and it will be explosive for sure.