Claimed by Shadows (The Shadowmen #2)

Chapter 32

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

“SOME KIND OF DRUG” BY G-EZAY (FEAT MARC E. BASSY)

IRIS

I wake up surrounded by delicious warmth, my body feeling at peace for the first time in so long tears prick the back of my eyes.

“Morning, Peaches,” Hunt rumbles from beside me, his voice all kinds of delicious and sexy from being asleep. “You doing okay?”

I gaze at him, our heads resting on the same pillow, and my heart is so full I think it might just burst out of my chest.

“I’m so much better than okay,” I reply, my breath catching when he gives me a smile, a real, genuine Hunter Anderson smile that has me melting into the soft bed underneath me.

“Do you want some breakfast? I know sometimes women get a bit queasy in the mornings,” he asks, his gaze travelling over my face, looking for any signs of discomfort.

“I’m fine, Daddy. The sickness seems to have passed for now. It was pretty shitty early on,” I confess, glancing away as I remember the times I hid it from them.

“I’m so fucking sorry you felt like you couldn’t come to us, baby,” he whispers, his fingers lightly gripping my chin and bringing my eyes back to his emerald gaze. “But I swear that from here on, you won’t need to hide ever again. I love you, Iris. I will always love you and I will love our baby so fucking much.”

The tears that were pricking my eyes when I woke up spills over, and he pulls my face closer, pressing his lips over the drops and kissing them away.

“I’m sorry I hid it. I just needed time to come to terms with it myself, you know?” I say, and he pulls back again, looking into my very soul with so much love I’m surprised I don’t fucking erupt.

“You don’t need to apologise, I get it. It’s a… Fuck, it’s a fucked up situation, but if something good, something precious can come from it, then it’s not all bad, right?” He sounds so vulnerable, so unsure that my gut twinges.

Reaching out, I cup his cheek, loving the rough texture of the scruff that covers the lower part of his face. “Sometimes the brightest light is the one we don’t see at first, but when we do finally discover it, it’s blinding.”

“Fuck, Iris,” he rasps, his voice thick as his eyes sparkle with unshed tears. “You’re my light, and I would stare into your brightness and blind myself just so I could keep looking.”

He closes the distance, his lips landing on mine in a gesture that is both reverent and fierce. He kisses me like he’ll never get enough, like he will spend the rest of his life content to stay here, and I melt into him, returning his fervour with my own.

Movement at my back as me curling like a cat scratching, hands stroking my body as lips press against my skin, Rowan nipping and sucking and sending my nerves haywire.

“Hey, no fair! I can’t reach!” Roman grumbles, and I break away from Hunter with a laugh.

“Equality in everything, huh?” I chuckle as Roman clambers over Hunt and rests on top of me, pushing me onto my back in the process. Every hard inch of him is pressed against me, his skin warm and smothering me in a heat that is like being wrapped in your favourite blanket while a storm rages outside.

“Absolutely!” He lowers his head, his lips hovering over mine. “Morning, Princess.”

My thighs part as his lips cover mine, and I gasp into his kiss when he thrusts his hips forward and seats himself to the hilt inside me with very little resistance.

“Ro…” I moan against his lips, lightning flashing across my body when his hips undulate in a slow, sensual rhythm.

“Fuck, you accept me so fucking good, Princess,” he groans, pecking my lips in time with his thrusts. “No lube required.”

“It’s the pregnancy,” I gasp, my legs coming up to wrap around him, the heat from Hunt and Rowan on either side of us seeping into my soul and building me higher.

“Another perk,” Roman murmurs, sucking my neck when I arch as he hits a particularly delicious spot.

“Time to share, brother,” Rowan commands while shoving Roman, who rolls onto his side, his dick still balls deep inside me. He hooks my top leg under his elbow and brings it higher, and moments later, Rowan is pushing himself alongside his twin, and I’m shaking, panting, and whining as they fill me so fucking good. “Fuck, I forgot how good you feel with another cock buried inside you.”

“Not just any cock, brother ,” Roman teases, his voice rough as his words spill from gritted teeth. “Fuck, Hunt.”

I open my eyes to see Hunt behind Roman, his fingers digging into the other man’s hip as his hips move forward. Sparks light up my insides as I realise that while Rowan is pushing himself inside me, Hunt is doing the same to Roman.

“That’s it, Baby Boy. Take Daddy’s dick in this tight arsehole like the desperate slut you are,” Hunt growls as he thrusts forward, and it jerks Roman deeper inside me. I swear I come a little from just his words, sweat beading my skin as we all become connected in the most primal of ways.

With a grunt, Rowan finally seats himself deep, and my eyes roll at how full I feel. Then Hunt and Rowan wastes no time in setting the pace, fucking Roman and I hard and deep until I’m screaming, clawing at Roman’s skin as wave after wave of ecstasy hits me. It’s like I can’t stop coming, barely able to catch my breath as the pleasure consumes me whole.

Roman is next to come, yelling as he buries his face into my neck and his dick deep inside my cunt. His fingers dig into my flesh, no doubt leaving bruises that I will cherish.

“Fuck, Lamb,” Rowan growls, thrusting so deep inside me I scream again, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he fills me with his cum alongside his brother.

I lie helpless as Hunt fucks Roman into me, coming with a roar and making Roman whimper with the force of his final thrust.

“Fuck, baby. I filled your arse up so full,” Hunt rumbles, and I shudder, shock waves still making me twitch and my pussy pulse in time with my heartbeat.

Finally, we all still, lying there and panting, trying to relearn what gravity feels like after departing the earth with the force of our pleasure.

Or maybe I’m just projecting because fucking hell, that fried my brain a little.

“Time for breakfast,” Hunt states, Roman gasping when Hunt pulls out of him and slaps him on the arse. “Make sure you clean our girl up, but you will keep my cum in that tight hole all day, Baby Boy.”

I crack my lids in time to see him striding to the bathroom, his tight arse entirely too biteable. The sound of the tap running hits my ears, but I’m still too blissed out to move, so I lie there and listen to Hunt quickly wash up, then watch as he comes back into the room, grabs a pair of sweatpants, and tugs them on before leaving with a heated look our way.

“I’ll get the shower going,” Rowan offers, pulling out of me, and the rush of liquid that leaves my poor aching pussy is obscene. He places a soft kiss over the place that he bit, which throbs a little, and then gets out of bed, heading to the bathroom.

“Fuck, that was…intense.” Roman chuckles, rolling to his back and pulling me over him.

“Have you and Hunt done that before?” I ask, peering up at him. His cheeks are flushed and he has this satisfied smile on his gorgeous face that makes my heart race.

“Not for a long time, and it was better than I remember, especially with you here wrapped around my dick,” he tells me, looking down and giving me a salacious grin. “I think you enjoyed it too, given how wet the sheets are.”

My cheeks heat, then my nose scrunches as the wet patch I’m currently in cools.

The twins help me to shower, and we manage to just barely keep it PG so that by the time we enter the kitchen, our breakfast is laid out for us and still hot. The new dining table, which is a round, carved, chunky wooden one, is covered in plates of all my favourite foods. Pancakes, waffles, crispy bacon—who the fuck eats un-crispy bacon?—fluffy eggs, and a jug of juice.

“This smells incredible, Daddy,” I marvel, skipping over to him and planting a smacking kiss on his plush lips. “Thank you.”

I go to pull away, but his large hand darts out, wrapping round the front of my throat and holding me in a firm, but not painful, grip.

“I’ll always take care of you, baby,” he says in a low whisper, like it’s a sacred vow, and a full-body shudder takes over me, which has his lips tipping up in a feline grin.

Then he dips his head, his fingers flexing against my pulse as his lips brush against mine in the barest kiss that has a wanton moan leaving my lips, even though poor Evangeline twinges from this morning’s abuse.

With that shit-eating grin, he pulls back, eyes locked on mine as he releases my throat, and pulls out my chair. My chest is flushed and heaving as I take my seat, Rowan sitting next to me. Roman goes to step around to the other side of the table, but lightning fast, Hunt has him in the same hold that he had me moments ago, his hand wrapped round the front of Roman’s throat.

“Same goes for you, Baby Boy,” Hunt growls, and my temperature soars when he slams his lips on Roman’s in a brutal kiss and devours him. I rub my thighs together as I watch them, the sight getting me all kinds of hot and bothered.

They tear apart, Roman looking as dazed as I feel, Rowan laughing next to me.

“Next time I’m inside that beautiful cunt,” he murmurs, his breath tickling my ear as his fingers brush the skin on my thigh, making me regret wearing shorts today. “I’m going to mark that pretty skin with my knife.”

I let out a shuddering exhale at the visual, knowing that Rowan’s marks will be permanent and suddenly needing them on my body.

My erotic thoughts are interrupted by Hunter’s phone ringing on the side, so as Roman sits down, Hunt answers it.

“Prince, what’s up?” he greets, and my forehead bunches until I remember that’s one of Ember’s stepbrothers. I watch, hardly breathing as Hunt’s posture goes rigid, his eyes coming up to meet mine as he listens intently to what Prince is saying. “We only just got her home, man. I’m not sure we can leave her so soon.” I’m up and rushing around the table, my hands around his arm. “One sec.”

“Is Ember okay?” I ask, and he gives me a nod, my tense muscles loosening. “Okay, then whatever it is,” I say, pleading with my eyes. “Please go and help.”

“Baby…” He sighs, his chest heaving with a breath. “It would mean that all three of us would have to leave you alone. I’m just not sure that’s a good idea.”

“I’ll be fine. Leave all the men you like to guard me, and you said before, Sergi can’t take me again without offending The Fallen. I’ll be okay, Daddy, but my friend needs your help.” I watch as his nostrils flare, his jaw tightening before he gives me another curt nod.

“Okay, we’ll round them up a week from today and meet you there. Ten PM,” he says into the phone, and a smile splits my lips before I throw my arms around him when he hangs up, his immediately encasing me and pulling me close.

“What’s occurring, boss?” Roman asks from the table, and I pull back, letting Hunt take my hand and lead me back to the table.

He helps me into my seat again, taking the one next to me. “They know who Ember’s abusers are,” he tells us, and my appetite vanishes. “And we will be helping them and her get closure in seven day’s time.”

“I’m glad. Monsters like that should pay,” I say, my hand trembling as I reach for the cup of juice that Hunt pours for me. I can’t help thinking of my own monster, one who isn’t paying yet for what he did to me, but one day he will, and like Ember, I want to be there.

I pause, thoughts racing in my head as I think about what I would do to Sergi, what I will do to him when the time comes.

“Nik is right to wait,” I announce suddenly, and I look at each of my guys, who’ve all frozen in filling up their plates. “With Sergi, I mean. It’s not enough to kill him. To wipe him from the earth. His life should be ripped from him, everything he’s ever worked for taken from him first. I want him to die knowing that he’s lost everything, and that in the end, no one will even remember who he was because he became so unimportant.”

Rowan’s lip tilts up into a smile that frankly is fucking terrifying. “Then that’s what we will do, Lamb,” he coos, his voice soft as he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “We will take everything that was once his and make it our own. Make him watch as his empire crumbles and is stolen from him, and only when he’s at his lowest point, with nothing, will you give him the killing blow.”

“Me?” I ask, my voice uncertain even as something inside of me flares with anticipation.

“Of course, Lamb. His blood will flow over your fingers, and then I will fuck you in it as he breathes his last breath and the light leaves his eyes.”

A shiver leaves goosebumps pebbling my skin. His words should appal me, should make me want to run away screaming, but they don’t. Instead, my lips tug up into a smile that matches his, my dark Shadow.

“Okay.” The air changes around us, like my acceptance of this dark and diabolical plan has sealed our fates.

“Fuck, that is so hot,” Roman groans, and I giggle, sliding a look his way as he adjusts his very much tented grey sweatpants. “But we get to carve him up a bit too, right?”

I outright laugh as he gives me puppy dog eyes, like he’s asking for candy.

“If you’re a good boy,” I tease, and his innocent look goes molten. I must remember he has a praise kink to match mine.

“I can be a very, very good boy for you, Princess,” he purrs, pushing his chair back and dropping out of sight.

Then he proceeds to show me exactly how good he can be.