Page 26 of Kissed By Shadows

“Looks like I missed all the fun,” Roman’s voice teases, and Hunter finally pulls his fingers from my soaked pussy with a wet sound. I don’t even have the energy to wince, my body languid as I try to wake myself up a bit more, my hand releasing Hunter’s neck. “I think you broke her, Daddy.”

Hunter’s deep laugh sends shivers all across my nerve endings, and I follow his lead as he turns us around so he’s against the counter and I’m facing the room. Blinking my eyelids open, I see not just Roman there but Rowan too, both looking at me with fire in their eyes.

“W–where’s Dayton?” I ask, my voice husky and a bit croaky. I don’t quite have the energy to move yet, so I just lean back into Hunter, his arms banding around me tightly and holding me up. Warmth fills my entire body, knowing on a soul-deep level that if I asked it, I could do nothing but breathe and he’d take care of everything else.

It should scare me, the idea of giving someone that much control, but it doesn’t. In fact, I feel calmer than I have in a long while.

“He had a couple of jobs to do for us,” Rowan tells me, his eyes fixed on my chest, which is still rising and falling more rapidly than usual.

“Nothing too dangerous?” I ask, adrenaline tightening my muscles enough to straighten a little in Hunt’s arms. He makes a rumbling noise, tugging me in closer until I’m forced to relax.

“No, Peaches. We don’t get minors to do anything dangerous,” he growls, and his words have me sinking back into him. I wonder for a second if I’ve offended him, but then his nose nuzzles against the side of my neck, distracting me and assuring me that he’s not cross. “He’s just running a few errands for our club night next weekend.”

“Can I?—”

“No.” Hunt’s denial is sharp, a complete dismissal of any other outcome. I bristle, clearly taking him by surprise as I push out of his arms, all the languid, sated feeling from moments before dissolving under the steam of my anger. I spin to face him, wanting to punch his pretty face.

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask!” I hiss, my nostrils flaring. No one has ever made me so mad so quickly before, it’s like he knows just how to piss me off in one word.

“You were going to ask to come along and the answer is no. It’s not safe, and I meant what I said, Peaches.” He takes a step towards me, closing the distance between us and pressing his hot body against mine. I have to crane my head to look at him and am even more pissed off that his nearness still fucking turns me on a little. “You. Are. Mine. And I will keep you safe, even from your own stupidity.”

My hands curl into fists at my sides, my breath leaving my lips in sharp puffs of air. How fucking dare he call me stupid! I just want some normality. Something to take my mind off the shitshow my life has become. Angry tears sting my eyes, and his features soften.

“Why don’t we see how the meeting goes tonight?” Roman interjects, his warmth at my back letting me know he’s stepped closer. “Then we can make a final decision.”

Hunter gives a long exhale, his jaw ticking. “Fine.”

With a final, lingering look at my face, which sears a path to my very fucking soul, he steps away and leaves. I release a huff, because leaving me seems to be becoming a bit of a habit with him.

“Hey, Princess.” Roman’s hands land on my tense shoulders, his thumbs massaging the knots until I’m boneless. “He’ll come around.”

“What if he doesn’t? I’m not sure I can stay trapped in here forever, Ro,” I confess softly, my throat tight. I know that it’s not only the thought of never leaving the flat that makes my throat tight. I’m pretty sure, maybe, my feelings are getting involved where Hunter is concerned, and I don’t want him to keep walking away from me. It hurts.

“Ro? You giving me a nickname, sweetheart? You must like me.” He leans down, brushing a kiss against my temple. It was unconscious on my part, yet another piece of evidence that these guys are getting under my skin and heading towards my heart. “I haven’t forgotten about lunch.”

My ire and sadness from moments before lessens as a wave of lust hits me, even though I literally just came all over his friend’s hand. Briefly, I wonder if it’s always like this? You lose your virginity and suddenly you’re desperate for more. Or perhaps it’s just the effect these Shadowmen have on me.

“Have you eaten?” Rowan asks, and I bite my lower lip as he comes around to face me. “Why are you blushing?”

His words make my cheeks flush brighter, Roman behind me chuckling deeply. “I’ve not eaten yet, brother.”

“I wasn’t asking you, fuckwit,” Rowan answers without missing a beat or taking his eyes off me. “Are you hungry, Little Lamb?”

My stomach takes the opportunity to grumble loudly, my palms coming up to press against it.

“I could eat,” I tell him, huffing a laugh at my own body betraying me so much around these guys.

“Come, I’ll make you some soup,” Rowan states, taking my hand and pulling me away from his brother and towards the kitchen island.

“To be continued,” Roman whispers in my ear as he follows us, and heat sears my insides again.

I guess regardless if this is a normal kind of reaction after losing one’s virginity, it’s mine, so I best learn how to deal with it.

Though I can’t help thinking that the men in this flat could lend me a helping hand.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“IRIS” BY BOYCE AVENUE

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