Claimed by Shadows (The Shadowmen #2)

Chapter 31

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

“ALL I WANTED WAS U” BY EX HABIT

HUNTER

I feel when my wife freezes, her body heating up as she remembers exactly what I told her earlier.

“Let’s see if you still think that when my cock is deep in that sweet arse of yours while Roman fucks your cunt and Rowan your smart mouth.”

“Baby Boy, strip and get on the bed, on your back, head near the foot of the bed,” I command, and Roman places a final kiss on Iris’s nipple, then walks off with a swagger, stripping as he goes. Fucking brat.

I pull off Iris’s robe, the silk fluttering to the ground, and Rowan strips off her knickers, then looks down at her no doubt messy cunt.

“You look so pretty covered in my blood, Lamb,” he rasps, his eyes hooded, and I walk from behind her to get a look.

Fuck. She’s stunning.

Three bloody handprints cover her slightly rounded stomach, as well as smears of red on her breasts, which really are swollen now that I can see them properly. I clench my teeth at the reminder that she hid her pregnancy from us for so long, worried about our reactions. That’s okay, I’ll take my frustrations out on her arse before I fill it up.

My gaze darts down to her pussy, slick and glistening with a mix of Rowan’s blood and her own release. He’s right, she does look good.

“I’m taking her arse. I thought you’d like those perfect lips,” I tell him, still looking at my wife, and her skin flushes pink all over. Fucking exquisite.

“Perfect,” Rowan murmurs, and I notice him stripping, then taking his hard cock in his bloody palm, smearing red all over it. I raise a brow, pursing my lips in thought before following suit, taking off my jeans and vest and doing the same, deciding I like the idea of filling her tight hole with my blood alongside my cock.

“On the bed, Peaches. Ride Roman’s cock,” I order her, and she blinks as if in a daze, her gaze fluttering from watching Rowan and I stroke ourselves to look beyond us as we step to the side.

On shaking legs, she walks towards the bed, climbing on and giving us the perfect view of that delectable arse I’m just about to fill and spank.

“Hey, Princess,” Roman coos as she wastes no time in straddling him. Looks like he had the same idea as us, using his blood to lube up too. There’s something about having our blood inside her and marking her that makes my inner beast preen and fucking purr in satisfaction. “Fuuuuck,” he moans as she lowers herself over him, impaling herself on his hard length.

My dick weeps pre-cum at the sight, and I promise myself that one day soon, I’m going to fuck him while he fucks her, pushing him deeper inside her.

I stalk towards the bed as his hands grip her hips, guiding her up and down his shaft, coating himself in her juices and his brother’s blood. Jesus, I always knew Rowan was a degenerate, but I didn’t realise how much I was too because that thought has electricity zapping up my spine, and I have to squeeze the base of my dick hard to calm myself.

I climb on the huge bed, big enough for all of us to sleep in, and they don’t even pause as I move behind her. I push between her shoulder blades until her beautiful arsehole is exposed and I can see Roman gliding in and out of her sopping pussy.

Bringing my fingers to her tight hole, the ones covered in blood, I push one in, and the moan she gives is nothing short of pornographic. I roughly thrust in and out, adding a second and then third finger to stretch her out and make her ready for my cock.

“Fuck— Hunt— Daddy— Shit,” she gasps, Roman pulsing underneath her, her skin shining with the sweat that now covers her all over.

Deciding she’s had enough prep, I pull my fingers out, her entire body seizing with an orgasm, the wet sound of her coming making my eyes fucking roll.

“That’s it, baby, cover me with your cum,” Roman grits out, pausing as I bring the head of my dick to her hole.

It’s a fight to get past the ring of tight muscle, her orgasm making her tense up in a way that threatens to undo me before I even get inside her fully. Clenching my jaw, I thrust hard, and she screams as I seat myself inside her warm hole.

“Shhhh, baby, you’re doing so well, taking Daddy so well in this tight hole,” I praise her, rubbing my hand up and down her spine as she trembles underneath me. It’s all I can do not to fucking come inside her right now, the feeling of Roman’s piercings against my dick making me feel wild.

I begin to move, not able to hold back any longer, and her whimpers turn to moans as Roman moves too, his fingers reaching between them to play with her clit. I give her time to adjust, then bring my hand back and smack it down hard on her arse cheek. She cries out as I do it to the other side.

“You won’t ever keep anything from us again, understood?” I snarl, smacking her once more. She needs to learn that she belongs to us, that we are never fucking leaving her, no matter what. “Answer me, baby.”

“N–no, Daddy,” she stammers, gasping when I smack once more, thrusting my dick hard inside her. “I–I p–promise.”

“Good girl,” I purr, rubbing the now reddened globes, then tangling my fingers in her hair and bringing her head up. Rowan is waiting, his dick right in front of her face. There’s a reason the bed is high, it’s the perfect height for her to swallow our cocks, or take them if she’s bent over it. “Now be Daddy’s extra special good girl and swallow his dick.”

He doesn’t give her time to say anything, Rowan parting her lips with the head of his cock as I guide her onto it, my hips thrusting forward and making her deep throat him straight away.

“Shit, Lamb,” Rowan moans, his hand wrapping around the front of her throat, which bulges with his dick buried down it. I hold her there, her pussy and arse tightening around Roman and me the more I deprive her of oxygen.

Then Rowan pulls back, allowing a rasping gasp of air past her throat before he thrusts forward again as I hold her still for us and we take what belongs to us. Lighting flashes up my spine, my teeth gritted as I fuck her arse hard, the feeling of Roman’s dick sliding against mine pushing me closer to the edge we are all heading towards.

“One more, baby,” Roman commands, and she gurgles and cries around Rowan’s dick as his brother fucks her and plays with her clit.

I rear my hand back, slapping her arse at the same time I thrust deep inside her, and it sets off a chain reaction. Her inner walls clench around us, and Roman yells as he thrusts so deep she screams again, his dick pulsing slightly as he fills her up.

Rowan pushes deeper in her throat, his head thrown back as he comes down her throat, her cries of pleasure muffled as he fills her up and she swallows every damn drop like our perfect cum slut.

I finally succumb, burying myself in her arse as my orgasm tears through me, my fingers tight in her hair and on her hip as the waves of pleasure drag me so far under that my vision blurs. Then she goes limp beneath me, and I open my eyes to see Roman no longer shoved down her throat and she’s slumped on top of Roman.

I pull out of her arse, watching with primal satisfaction as my cum leaks from her hole and dribbles down her crack. Rowan holds out a washcloth and I take it, using it to clean her up as she shudders and shivers on Roman, his body lax and satisfied.

Climbing off the bed, I drop the cloth in the laundry basket and go grab her some cold water from the fridge, taking a deep drink from my own bottle as my loose muscles twitch and quiver.

I walk over to the bed, finding her almost asleep on top of Roman. “Drink, baby,” I softly command, and she opens her eyes, her gaze fuzzy and so fucking adorable.

She purses her lips, and I place the straw I put in the bottle against her lips, watching as she drinks deeply, her throat working as she swallows almost the whole thing.

“Such a good girl, Princess,” Roman praises once she’s done, and she goes back to snuggling him. “Let Daddy help you into the bed while I clean up. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay,” she answers, her voice all kinds of husky after Rowan fucked her throat.

I help her off him while Rowan strips off the fluffy, waterproof blanket we bought to cover the bed, knowing that we wouldn’t be able to stop ourselves in time to not make a mess. Luckily I ordered several, though no more will get used tonight because my baby can barely keep her eyes open.

I settle under the covers, throwing the extra cushions off the side, then tug her into me. She wraps herself around me, her head nestled into the crook of my neck and her body becoming heavy almost immediately.

“Good night, Daddy,” she mumbles, her breath tickling my skin, and a lump forms in my throat at finally having her back in my arms and knowing that she’ll be here when I wake up too.

“Good night, baby,” I whisper, kissing her head just as the bed dips on either side of us, Roman snuggling up to my back and being the big spoon while Rowan shifts until there is no space between his front and Iris’s back.

My soul settles at having us all here together, safe and sound with all the new security we added to the flat and estate so Sergi will never be able to take her from us again.