Claimed by Shadows (The Shadowmen #2)

Chapter 27

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

“WICKED GAME” BY LUSAINT

IRIS

T ime passes slowly at Serene Haven, but each day that does sees me feeling a little more whole, a little more like my old self. Hunt and the twins have pretty much visited every day, though sometimes one of them is dealing with Shadows’ business.

My hand drifts to my still, mostly flat stomach as I wait in the garden room for Hunt to visit this afternoon. Butterflies swirl inside me, phantom movements that make me wonder what it will be like if I do keep this child. I know there is no way it is one of my Shadows’ because I was on my period when I was taken from them. So there’s no doubt it’s Sergi’s, as much as I wish it wasn’t.

I still haven’t fully committed to whether I’m keeping it, although a part of me suspects that I can’t take its life. The baby inside me is innocent, and I can feel myself growing protective over it, the thought of destroying it filling me with nausea and panic.

I just don’t know how to tell the guys, and that is what is making me hesitate in admitting that I will be keeping it. It’s as much mine as it is Sergi’s, and my sessions with Julia have shown me that I am stronger than I was months ago, which in part is due to all that I have lived through.

The click of the door has me spinning away from the lace-covered French doors, Hunter striding into the room like a storm. His energy is so electric, so consuming, that it’s like being battered by torrential rain and wind. Exhilarating, but also mildly terrifying. It doesn’t help that he’s wearing his usual dark jeans and boots, but with a black tank top that has wide armholes, which teases me with glimpses of his muscled sides.

“Hey, Peaches,” he greets, his voice sending shivers across my nerve endings as he prowls closer. “Missed you.”

“Are the others here too?” I ask, butterflies still fluttering around in my stomach. I don’t mind if they are, but I’m not sure I’m ready for this step with them all at once.

“They had to deal with some Shadow business. We had some cars to ship out. Russian cars to be precise,” Hunt tells me, and my mouth opens with a gasp as I pull away enough to look into his green eyes, which are sparkling with triumph. “Don’t worry, Peaches. No one even knows it’s us, but I’m sure Sergi will suspect, and it’s only fair given everything he’s been fucking up for us recently.”

“Okay, just be careful, yeah?” I say, waiting for his nod.

A breathless laugh escapes me when he tugs me into his arms, his lips brushing over mine before he dips his head to the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. Sparks fly from where his nose touches my skin, and my hands tangle in his hair, tugging it until I’m trapped in his bright emerald gaze.

It’s full of heat, like what I imagine the rainforest feels like, almost suffocating me in its intensity, yet I relish the feeling of being consumed. This is what I need—not to forget everything that happened, it’s part of my story, the tapestry of my life—but to find things that allow me to weave some new threads into the cloth.

“I want you to take off your top and boots, undo your jeans, and go lie on the bed,” I tell him, his eyes widening a fraction before they go molten. I’ve learnt to ask for what I want, becoming bolder, and there is something so freeing about it. It also seems to turn the guys on. A lot.

“And then what will you do, Peaches?” he asks, his voice so husky it makes my core clench. His hands trail down my bare arms; I’m wearing a colourful, floaty, summer dress today given the temperature has risen. It also allows good access, something that I wanted this afternoon.

“I’m going to use your hard dick to get me off, and then I’m going to ride you, Daddy,” I reply, my own tone breathless and full of the lust that is raging through me.

“Fuuuck, sweetheart,” he rasps, releasing me from his hold as he takes a small step back. Holding my gaze, he toes off his boots, then grabs the back of his tank and pulls it over his head in the way that guys do. Why is that so fucking sexy?

He holds my stare as he pops the buttons on his jeans, shoving them and his boxers over his hips but stopping when his dick springs free. I suck in a breath, take in the long length of him, and watch as he backs up, sitting down on the daybed before leaning back on his elbows.

With a shaking exhale, I reach underneath my dress and slide my lace knickers down my legs, leaving them on the floor. His eyes track the movement like a predator, his focused attention unwavering, which only makes my pulse beat faster.

I go to the line of small buttons that keep my dress closed at the front, slowly opening each one until my lace-covered breasts are exposed. He groans, palming his dick, and strokes up and down the length as I pad towards him.

My body floods with warmth as I get closer, not removing my dress. I’m not quite ready to face them with all my vulnerabilities, being naked feeling somehow more terrifying than having Hunter inside me again, but that’s okay, I’ll get there.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Peaches,” Hunt purrs, his hand continuing to move even as I climb on top of him, my legs either side of his upper thighs. “Fuck, you make me desperate.”

The power his words give me is a rush that I’m becoming addicted to, and the fact that he and the twins have consistently said similar things tells me they know that it’s helping to heal me. Sergi took my control when he took my body, and my Shadows are giving it back by showing and telling me how powerful I really am.

I shuffle forward, holding my dress up a little until the head of him bumps my clit, and I give a small moan at the shot of pleasure that fills my limbs. My eyes flutter, but I keep them open, looking from Hunter’s pleasure-filled face down to his hand. Reaching out, I wrap my own around his and use our grips to use his dick as a clit stimulator. I’ve done this before, had Hunt or one of the twins close to my pussy, getting used to the idea of a dick being there that won’t cause me pain or suffering.

But today I want to take that next step and feel him inside me, stretching me in the most delicious way. Being on top—something Sergi never allowed even though I wouldn’t have wanted it—should also give me control, let my mind know that I can stop this at any time.

I glance back up to Hunt’s face, seeing the way his brows pucker, sweat beading his forehead as he stares at my lap. He can’t see what’s going on because our hands are in the way, but we can both feel it, and fuck me, it’s better than I remember.

“Come for me, Peaches. I won’t be able to hold back much longer if you don’t,” he hisses through clenched teeth, and I gasp when he pulls back his hand, making me lose my grip, and smacks my clit with his dick. The sound is wet and the thud has electricity shooting up my spine.

“Again,” I demand in a husky tone, and he obliges, spanking my clit with his dick over and over again until I’m a writhing mess in his lap.

My orgasm crashes over me, stealing my voice as it fills every part of me, and I tense on top of him, letting the pleasure consume me. He stops using his dick like my personal paddle, letting me ride out the pleasure even as I soak his lap, something I know he fucking loves and won’t wash off until tonight at the earliest.

“Such a good, perfect girl for Daddy,” he whispers as I blink open bleary eyes, finding his cheeks flushed and a satisfied grin on his face. His words send a warm heat through my core. I just love when he talks to me like this.

“I love you, Hunt,” I tell him, leaning over and pressing my still trembling lips against his.

The hand not gripping his dick comes up to cup my cheeks, drawing me closer as he deepens the kiss. Our tongues tangle and I lift myself up, my hand back on his dick as I notch him at my entrance.

“Are you sure, baby?” he asks, his lips brushing mine as if he can’t bear to be too far away from them. “We can wait if you’re not ready.”

My chest tightens at his offer, at the fact he wanted to check before we took this next step, but I know what I want. Instead of answering him with words, I pull his hand away from his dick as I slowly sink down.

“I’m sure, Daddy,” I breathe out, feeling the stretch as I sink lower. There is a slight burn, but mostly it feels so fucking right that tears gather in my eyes. “I want to feel you so deep inside me, because that’s where you belong, my love.”

“Fuck, Iris,” he chokes out, and I pull back enough to look into his eyes, which are glistening.

We watch each other, our gazes locked as I take him all the way to his root and hold there, panting as I adjust to him, adjust to his size. I stop my mind from spiralling by comparing him to Sergi, coming to the realisation that Sergi was much, much smaller.

A very inappropriate giggle falls from my lips, my hand slapping over them as my eyes widen, and Hunter raises a brow.

“I didn’t expect that reaction,” he muses, thrusting his hips so he sinks impossibly deeper, and I gasp. “Care to share what’s so funny, Peaches?”

“I can’t, it’s so…inappropriate,” I confess in a whisper. “I don’t want you to get cross or ruin the moment.”

His face softens, his hand coming up to stroke my face. I’m still mostly leaning over him, so it’s not far to reach. “Tell me, Iris. I won’t be cross, promise.”

I swallow, looking between his green eyes and only seeing honesty there. “Sometimes it helps to compare Sergi to you guys, to note the differences.” He doesn’t react, doesn’t move, but waits for me to continue. “I just realised that you have a much bigger dick than him.” The words leave me in a rush and I watch as Hunt blinks, his mouth opening, then closing, then opening again.

“Well, shit,” he murmurs, then huffs a laugh. “I’m not sure what to say.”

I cover my face with my hands, heat suffusing my cheeks. “I knew it would ruin the moment!”

“Look at me, Iris,” Hunt demands, his voice unyielding, and my hands instantly drop. “Good girl. You have not ruined the moment,” he tells me, his dick giving a jerk inside me as if to prove his point. “If we’re going for honesty, a part of me fucking preens at the knowledge that, as well as being an absolute cunt, he has a small cock.” He pauses, his eyes drilling into mine. “And a part of me hates that you have that comparison to make, that you have to even think about it when I’m inside you.” He licks his lips, and I freeze as his eyes fill with moisture. “That I failed you so fucking badly, that I was fucking useless and couldn’t stop him taking you. That I was so fucking scared, Iris.”

I close the distance between us as the first tear falls down his cheek, wrapping my arms around him as he does the same. His dick doesn’t go down as we hold each other, it’s still buried to the hilt, but neither of us move because this is more than just having sex. I didn’t really think until now how hard it must have been for him, for all of them. Each of us earned our own trauma from that night and the weeks that followed. We all gained our own demons that need exorcising. My eyes fill at the thought, the hot tears scalding my cheeks and landing on the skin of his neck.

“I want you to talk to Julia too, all of you,” I say when our sobs subside, my lips peppering his cheeks with kisses. “Your pain is just as valid as mine, Hunt.”

“Okay,” he agrees, his voice still thick, but there is also a lightness to it that was missing moments ago. “I’ll speak to her after this, make us appointments. Rowan will kill me.”

We both huff a laugh, and then groan at the reminder of his still hard dick inside me. His hands move to my hips, holding them as he encourages me to lift up slightly, then pulls me down.

“Hunt,” I gasp, sparks and fireflies bursting inside me as he helps me repeat the move.

“Eyes on me, Peaches,” he commands, and I pull back just enough to look into his face, see his damp cheeks and eyelashes sparkling with tears. “I love you, Iris Anderson, with everything that I am and everything that I hope to be, because you make me a better man than I ever thought I was capable of.”

A shuddering breath leaves me, and I hold his gaze as we fuck each other, both of us moving together in a dance that I thought I’d forgotten. Hunt reminds me of the moves though, his hands holding onto me as he tells me with his body that he will never let me go, that he will always be here when I fall, and will always pick me back up again.

Our breathing becomes gasping, sweat slicking our skin as we reach for the stars. My climax hits first, because Hunt is a gentleman like that, and I freeze, the pleasure consuming me with the power of a supernova exploding. My nails dig into his pecs, my mouth open on a silent scream as I come harder than I have in the time we’ve spent reclaiming my control.

Hunt fucks me through it, his hips punching into me hard and fast until he throws his head back, his neck muscles corded as he pushes deep inside me with a loud groan. He holds me still, my pussy throbbing and pulsing in the best way as my orgasm ebbs and flows.

“Fuck, Peaches, baby,” he rasps out, his body slumping back as he tugs me to his still heaving chest. “I’d forgotten how fucking good it feels to come inside you.”

I rest my cheek on his damp chest, my fingers splayed on his skin. A shiver runs through me, and he grabs a blanket, pulling it over us, but it’s not cold that I feel. No, his words reminded me of the secret I’m keeping buried inside me. A secret that will come out eventually as my body changes.

Because I know now I will be keeping the baby that is growing inside me.