Page 37 of Kissed By Shadows

“The fuck?” Hunter rumbles, his rough, just woken-up voice enough to make that ache pulse.

“I’ll get it,” Rowan says, sounding far more awake than I feel, and I crack my eyelids open to find him getting out of bed, a blast of cool air making me sink under the covers and onto Hunter’s body more.

His arms tighten around me, pulling me close, and I inhale his manly musk, loving the way it deepens his usual minty-rosemary scent. Though the sounds of feet shuffling has my ears pricking.

“What the fuck is going on?” Hunter grumbles, but he doesn’t make a move to get me off him, and blinking my eyes fully open, I turn to look up at him.

Jesus Christ on a cross. He’s fucking gorgeous all sleep-tousled, his green eyes gazing down at me like he wants to eat me for breakfast. I take in a sharp inhale when the slight thrust of his hips has his hard dick poking me in the stomach, Evangeline waking up and purring, demanding to be filled.

“Little Lamb, your stuff has arrived!” Rowan’s voice calls from the direction of the living room, and my brows furrow as I process what he’s saying.

Then a gasp falls from my lips when my brain makes the connection, and I scramble from the bed, earning anoofsound from Roman as I clamber over him in my haste.

“Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” I hear Hunter shout behind me, but I’m too busy rushing through the door and down the hallway, excitement filling my veins as I enter the living room and see the mountains of parcels that are waiting for me.

I clap my hands together and a girlish squeal falls from my lips as my eyes trace over them all, a mixture of Amazon boxes, ones with Honey Birdette and Tatu Couture branding, and some colourful bags clearly from Nest. There are also some from the various clothing companies I ordered from, and call me a materialistic bitch, but heat radiates throughout my chest as I ponder which to open first.

“Your shit arrived then?” Roman asks, a chuckle in his voice as he takes in the sheer quantity. “You really went to town on the joint card, huh?”

“She did what?” Hunter growls as he stalks into the room, wearing just his boxers and looking fucking delicious, but he comes up short, his eyes wide as he scans over all the boxes and bags.

I turn back to the pile, which sits in the middle of the floor, ignoring the guys as I walk over and drop to my knees, reaching for a box marked with the Honey Birdette logo. Taking it in my hands, I pause when a knife enters my line of sight. Looking up, I find Rowan’s hand holding it out to me, his eyes sparkling.

“Thanks.” I give him a beaming smile as I take the blade and push the switch on the side. This one is the same as the knife he gave me, which is safely tucked in my bedside drawer, and I find that I like us sharing something so brutal yet beautiful.

“You spent fifteen-hundred fucking pounds on yarn?!” Hunter’s outraged voice gives me a moment of pause as I slide the knife into the tape on the top of the box.

“I don’t want to be bored, and you said I wasn’t allowed to leave, so I need a way to occupy my time,” I answer, not looking at him even as my heart thuds inside my chest. The knife makes a hushed whisper as I slide it over the tape, then pull the blade back in before setting it down next to me.

“And two grand on Amazon? What the fuck did you buy?” he questions, but I still don’t look at him, a smile tilting up my lips.

“Books,” I answer, and I bite my lower lip when he splutters. Rowan’s low laugh has my gaze flitting up to his, and he gives me a wink before I look back down at the parcel in my lap.

“Were you trying to outfit a fucking library?”

Reaching into the box, I pull aside the packaging, ignoring Hunter, and bring out a rectangular pink box.

“What have you got there, Little Lamb?” Rowan asks, his voice an octave lower than it usually is as I open the box and take out the beautiful, rose-pink wand.

“Fucking spoiled princess,” Hunter hisses behind me, and I twist, holding the wand and box out.

“Will you put this on charge for me please, Daddy?” I ask sweetly from my knees, looking up at him with wide eyes. I don’t want him to be mad about the money I spent, even if I only spent so much because he locked me up in his flat.

“What?” he asks, eyes darting from the wand to the box. I just wait, watching his pupils blow out as it dawns on him that he’s looking at a sex toy.

“This baby used to make me come harder than you’d believe, and I had to leave it behind, so I bought another one,” I tell him, my thighs squeezing together when an image of Hunt using this on me flits through my mind.

“Fuck, Princess, you went all out,” Roman groans from behind me, and I can hear that he’s rifling through the box to see what else I bought, but I keep my gaze trained on Hunter, watching him as he swallows hard. “Hunt, stop complaining and put the wand on charge, then punish her later by giving her so many orgasms she begs you to stop.”

A breath falls from my lips, the visual turning my veins to lava. Hunt’s eyes dart down to my lips, his tongue flicking out as he licks the bottom one. “I call bullshit,” he rasps, swallowing again. “You were a virgin until two days ago. I don’t believe you’ve used a sex toy in your life, Peaches.”

I tilt my head to the side, staying on my knees and still holding out the wand and box. “What do you think a bunch of teenage girls get up to locked in a dormitory together for twelve hours a night?”

“Oh shit, Princess,” Roman laments. “I fucking knew you girls pillow fight in sexy, silk nighties.”

I twist around. “Why would we need silk nighties?” He palms his face with a deep, sexy moan, and I giggle before twisting back to face Hunter. “So, are you going to put this on charge?”

His jaw flexes but he reaches out, taking the wand and box from me. “We get to use them on you first, that’s non-negotiable.”

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