Page 35 of Kissed By Shadows

We slowly end the embrace, peppering each other’s lips with kisses and small licks like we’ll never get enough.

“Jesus, Princess,” Roman rasps against my lips, licking the lower one. “I could spend the rest of my life kissing you and it wouldn’t be enough.”

Blinking my eyes open, I move back just enough so I can look into his deep brown eyes. “You’re like sunshine,” I blurt out, my cheeks heating as I realise how stupid that sounds, but then his lips split into the most beautiful smile that steals my breath away.

“You’re like the stars, almost impossible to reach, but once you do…” he trails off, dipping down for another peck on my kiss-swollen lips. The motion of Hunter finally removing his fingers from my body has me gasping into Roman’s mouth. Rowan follows suit, and I finally release Roman to gaze at the other two men in the room.

“Thank you,” I whisper, heat travelling across my relaxed muscles at the loaded stares they are all casting my way.

“Anytime, Peaches,” Hunt answers before standing up, his voice lower than it usually is. My eyes widen at the impressive bulge in his jeans, and I swallow, remembering the musky, salty taste of him in my mouth and the silken feel of his dick as it stretched my lips. “It’s getting late, time to wash up and get to bed.”

I probably should bristle at his dominating tone, but something settles inside me as I follow his directions, the twins passing me all that I need to clean myself. Rowan holds out his hand and helps me from the tub, using a towel to dry me off just as his brother did this morning.

Hunter and Roman disappear before coming back, Roman holding out a pair of my knickers, helping me to step into them, and Hunt with one of his T-shirts, which he slips over my head once I’m dry, engulfing me in his wonderful, fresh scent.

With not a word spoken, Rowan takes my hand in his, leading me back into my room, the lights low and the covers on the bed turned down. I hesitate, sucking in my lower lip as I look at the expansive bed.

“What’s wrong, Little Lamb?” Rowan asks, and my gaze darts to him, his brows lowered as he studies me intently.

“It’s just…” I take a breath, deciding to give my mind a rest and trust my heart. “Will you stay with me? I don’t want to be alone.”

“Oh, I’m not leaving you,” he states, as if there was never another option, and the tightness I didn’t even realise I was carrying eases from my chest. Then my eyes skate beyond his to see Roman climbing into the bed wearing just a pair of fitted black boxer briefs, which are most definitely tented.

He gives me a lopsided grin that has my stomach doing a somersault. “As if I was going to let him have you all to himself,” he scoffs, shifting down until his head is resting on my pillow. Thank fuck the bed is a super king, otherwise, I’m not sure both boys would fit.

I smile, turning my attention to Hunter. His usually hard face is soft as he looks between the twins, then his gaze settles on me as he takes a couple of steps to close the distance between us.

“I’ve shit to sort out tonight, Peaches,” he tells me, his hands coming up to hold my face. “Be a good girl for the boys and I’ll see you in the morning.”

Before I have a chance to argue, his lips are on mine, his tongue demanding my obedience. I open for him without thought, sinking into his kiss. If kissing Roman is like stepping out on a sunny day, kissing Hunter is like the thunderstorm that fells trees and takes out power lines. He’s all hard dominance and sheer, unadulterated power that leaves no room for negotiation.

My heart is pounding, my breaths panting and my knickers damp as he tears himself away, his own chest heaving as his eyes swirl with the storm that was in his kiss. With a final stroke of his thumbs, he pulls away and leaves the room, my heart aching as I watch him go, wanting them all with me.

“I’m always fucking last,” Rowan grumbles, using his grip on my hand to tug me into his chest, catching me as I stumble into him.

His free hand slips into my hair, using it to angle my head in the way that he desires as his lips come crashing down on mine.

If Roman is the sun, and Hunter the storm, then Rowan is the frost that steals your very breath from your lungs, the ice that burns. All thoughts leave my head as he takes my lips hostage, licking inside my mouth as I allow him access. He is precision personified, his moves expert as he decimates me with his kiss, my core tightening at the dark promise in his embrace.

Achingly and slowly, he ends the kiss. “My brother was right, it will never be enough,” he whispers against my lips, my body trembling in his grip as his words settle inside my chest. He’s right. I want more from all of them, regardless of how short a time has passed. I guess extreme circumstances and all that. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Okay,” I breathe out, butterflies swirling in my stomach at the thought of sharing a bed with the twins. And they’re not wholesome thoughts.

“To sleep, Little Lamb. You need rest tonight,” Rowan instructs, the sound of Roman groaning making me smile and taking the sting from his brother’s words.

Rowan helps me to climb into bed, Roman reaching out and pulling my back to his front. His hard length presses between us, but he ignores it as I settle into his hug, watching as Rowan strips down to his underwear—bright red boxers—and then climbs in, lying down, facing me.

“Will he be okay?” I know Rowan will know I’m asking about Nikolai. He sighs, his fingers pushing back some of my hair, tucking it behind my ear.

“He’ll be alive. Sergi won’t kill his own son and heir,” Rowan answers, not exactly the reassurance I wanted. “But knowingthat you’ll be safe will make anything else worth it, trust me, Little Lamb.”

“I hate being the cause of his pain,” I confess, the threat of tears stinging my tired eyes.

“Pain is how you know you’re alive,” Rowan tells me, shuffling closer to place his forehead against mine.

“Sleep now, sweetheart,” Roman encourages, placing a gentle kiss on my temple before snuggling down and eliminating any space between us.

I don’t think I’ll manage it, but the warmth of their bodies combined with the hot bath and orgasm soon have me slipping into a dreamless sleep.

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