Page 34 of Kissed By Shadows

“It’s not too much?” he asks, raising his eyebrows and offering a questioning gaze.

“It’s perfect,” I reply, getting lost in the swirls of his brown eyes. They’re subtly different from his twin’s, Rowan’s being more amber whereas Roman’s are a deep, chocolate brown.

A small smile flickers around his plush lips, then his hands reach out, grasping the hem of my jumper. “Lift,” he commands, and a breath gets caught in my throat when Hunter and Roman let go of my hands. They don’t move away though, just twist towards me.

Holding Rowan’s stare, I lift my arms up, goosebumps peppering my skin as his knuckles graze my flesh when he draws my jumper up and off me. For a moment, I’m blinded, unable to see their reactions, and then the garment is being tossed in the direction of the hamper. I can’t look away from him to see if it lands, his eyes molten as they burn a path across my skin.

Taking a short inhale, I reach for my lacy bralette, pulling that up and over my head, letting it fall to the floor as I watch Rowan swallow hard.

“Fuck, Peaches,” Hunter rasps from beside me, and I gasp when fingers take hold of the waistband of my harem trousers.

“You’re stunning, Princess,” Roman whispers as he tugs them down my legs, my knickers too, helping me out of them until I’m naked before them.

“Beyond a dream,” Rowan murmurs, his long fingers reaching out, trailing down my neck to the side of my breast and waist. His touch sends fire racing across my skin, my eyelashes fluttering even as my chest aches for the man who isn’t here. “Let’s get you in the water while it’s hot.”

Taking my hand, he leads me the few steps to the tub, keeping hold of my hand as he helps me into it. The water is the perfect temperature, not too hot or cold, and I can feel some of the tension drain from my muscles as I relax back into the warmth. Bubbles fill the surface, smelling of lavender, geranium, and camomile, soothing the heartache that moments ago threatened to drown me.

I watch as he kneels next to the tub, Hunter leaning against the shower, and Roman against the countertop.

“Thank you, Rowan,” I whisper, swirling my hands through the water, the bubbles shifting and eddying around me. His hand dips into the water, skimming over my heated flesh.

“Can I make you feel good, Little Lamb?” he asks, his intense stare fixed on my face. “Can I help you forget for a little while?”

I suck in a breath, my thighs clenching even as my chest tightens. “It feels like a betrayal, wanting you too,” I confess in barely above a murmur. My body wants what he’s offering, Evangeline practically panting for it, because we both know with Rowan’s attention to detail, the way he studies me so unwaveringly, it’ll be mind-blowing, but a part of me can’t help feeling that I shouldn’t be enjoying anything while Nikolai is probably hurting right now.

“He told you to be happy with us,” Rowan states, his fingers dancing along my hip, teasing. “And I want to chase the sadness from your eyes, even temporarily.”

I take in a sharp breath, my thighs parting when he brushes my mound, his fingers dipping down to stroke my clit. I hold his stare and don’t stop him as he circles the nub, pulses of pleasure shooting across my nerves, and I arch my back so my nipples are exposed to the air.

A tweak of my exposed nipple has my head turning to find Roman there, kneeling, his fingers pulling and tugging the dark tip. My hands grip the side of the tub, my breath panting in and out of me as the twins work me over, Rowan never delving beyond my hardened clit.

“Please,” I beg in a rasp, my eyes landing on Hunter’s deep green orbs that look almost black in the candlelight. He stalks towards the bath, coming up on Roman’s side before dropping to his knees.

“Please what, Peaches?” he asks, his voice the huskiness of limbs gliding over linen sheets.

“Please, Daddy,” I shamelessly plead, Rowan not faltering for a second in his exquisite torture.

“Good girl,” Hunt coos, sliding his hand up my leg, a whimper slipping past my lips as he goes higher. “You’re going to come as soon as I tell you to, aren’t you, beautiful?”

“Yes, Daddy” I breathe out, widening my legs more, praying that he’s going to fill me with his fingers like he did earlier. My body is wound so tightly that I know it won’t take much for me to explode.

“So pretty, Little Lamb,” Rowan whispers, picking up the pace, the muscles of his arms bunching and coiling as he moves his fingers faster.

A deep moan leaves my lips as Hunter teases my entrance, my hips bucking as my body tries to get him where it wants him.

“Greedy too,” Roman teases, his hand cupping and squeezing my breast, my back arching more to give him all the access he needs.

“Ready?” Hunt asks, and I nod, even though I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or the twins as they both dip their heads as well.

Two thick digits slam inside me, and then he crooks them in a come-hither motion at the same time Rowan pinches my clit and Roman tweaks my nipple.

I fucking shatter with a desperate cry, the sound of water sloshing around me as my body seizes with the sheer force of my climax. Lightning races underneath my skin, my nerves firing in all directions as wave upon wave of ecstasy flows over me.

They don’t let up either, continuing to touch and caress me until they’ve wrung every last drop of release from my body and I’m a twitching, whimpering mess.

“Such a good, beautiful girl for us,” Roman praises, leaning down and taking my lips in a sweet, languid kiss. Kissing Roman is like stepping out into a bright summer day when moments before it was raining. My hands leave the tub to cup his cheeks, drawing him closer even as Hunt’s fingers are still buried inside me and Rowan’s still stroking and teasing my sensitive clit. Roman’s fingers tangle in my hair, massaging my scalp and leaving me moaning into his mouth.

I drink in all the light of Roman, letting the caress of his tongue soothe my inner turmoil, allowing me to breathe properly for the first time since I arrived back home to find everything changed.

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