Page 46 of Kissed By Shadows

“I told you, Peaches,” Hunter growls out, another finger joining the first and leaving me gasping. “I don’t give a shit if you’re ready, if you want my fat cock in your arse, or if you say no. I will be fucking you in this pretty little arsehole, and you’re lucky I’m doing some prep work.”

Tears fill my eyes as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, my body pushing back and seeking more even as my mind tells me this isn’t what I want.

“Little Lamb, look at me,” Rowan demands, and I twist my head, resting my cheek on Roman’s slick chest, his heart pounding in time to the thrust of Hunter’s fingers. Rowan reaches out, his fingers brushing my sweat-soaked hair from my face. “It’s okay to cry, little one. In fact, you look so beautiful with tears running down your flushed cheeks.”

I take a stuttered inhale as Hunter removes his fingers, pressing his large head against the tight ring of muscle.

“I’m s–scared,” I confess, a gasp of pain falling from my lips when Hunter breaches my hole.

“Fuck, Peaches,” Hunter moans, pushing harder until more tears spill over my cheeks, dripping down my nose at the sharp pain, at the intrusion.

“Hear how much you’re undoing him,” Rowan coos, the movement of his other arm stealing my attention as I watch him pleasure himself, getting off on my pain. How is he ready to go again? I always thought it took a while for a man to be ready after coming…but I guess the Shadows are no mere mortals. “I bet you’re so fucking tight and feel so good wrapped around his big dick.”

Roman rubs my clit up and down his piercings, adding a layer of pleasure to the sharp pain of Hunter pushing deeper into my arse, and I moan deeply even as fresh tears spill down my cheeks. It’s so overwhelming, so different from what I experienced with Nik and the guys so far, and while part of me wants it to stop, another part of me wants it to never end.

“There you go, Princess, it’s starting to feel good, isn’t it?” Roman asks, his tone deep and husky as he keeps rubbing the underside of his dick back and forth along my slit, sparks starting to tingle from the spot.

I can’t answer him, my body strung tight as Hunt presses in deeper, grunting when I feel his pelvis flush with my arse cheeks.

“Fuck, you were made to take my dick in your tight arse, Peaches,” he rasps, his fingers digging into the hold he has on my hips. “I’ll take it slow so you can get used to it a bit more, but then I’m fucking you so hard you won’t be able to sit down tomorrow.”

I whimper as he withdraws, Roman dragging me up along him as my pussy clenches just before Hunter pulls me back and Roman pushes me towards him. I scream, a mixture of sweet agony and exquisite pleasure rolling over me, leaving my limbs trembling and sweat coating my skin. They repeat the move, my eyes closing as I let them use me until the trembles turn into full-blown tremors, my nails digging into Roman’s pecs as another orgasm starts to fill every limb.

“Fuck, she’s gushing,” Roman grunts, and I can feel the wetness coating his dick, leaking from my pussy as I start to unravel.

“Good, I can’t last much longer,” Hunter grits out, picking up the pace until I can barely breathe as he fucks into me hard and fast, just like he promised.

The orgasm tears through me, so much more intense than any I’ve had before, and I stiffen between them, my mouth open in a silent scream. Hunt roars behind me, slamming his hips against me and holding me in place as he fills my arse up with his cum, and Roman is not far behind us, groaning as he ejaculates between us, his cum warm against my lower stomach.

Hot liquid against my back has me twitching, my eyes opening a crack to find Rowan holding his dick as hot ropes of cum fly from the tip, landing on my skin as he coats me with his release. My eyelids flutter, my chest heaving as I sink onto Roman, unable to do anything other than try to relearn how to breathe as we lie together.

“Thank fuck for leather sofas,” Roman jokes after several long moments, and I huff a laugh, moaning when Hunt pulls out of me, a rush of wetness seeping from my arse.

“Jesus, that’s a beautiful sight,” Rowan purrs, and I look at him to see him gazing at my backside, my cheeks heating when I realise that he’s watching Hunter’s cum dribble out of me.

“Best image in the world,” Hunter agrees, placing a light kiss on my arse cheek before his heat is gone to crouch down in front of me. “You did beautifully, Peaches. Such a good girl for Daddy.”

His hand comes out to brush some hair behind my ear, then he leans down to press a reverent kiss to my forehead before straightening up and heading off in the direction of his room. My heart twinges, my brows lowering as my teeth clamp down on my lower lip to stop the tremble.

“He’s just gone to get something to clean the cum off so we can get you cleaned up, Little Lamb,” Rowan tells me, and my watery gaze snaps to his, but it’s like the floodgates have opened, and I can’t stop the sob that slips free as more tears fill my eyes.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Roman gently says, letting go of my arse and wrapping his arms around me, uncaring of the sticky mess between us or covering my back. “It was intense, and it’s okay to cry. Just let it all out.”

It’s as if I needed his permission, because the tears start pouring down my cheeks then as I sob and cry into his chest, not even opening my eyes when a hot washcloth cleans my back and between my legs. A soft, fluffy blanket is wrapped around us afterwards, all while Roman whispers praise and soft words into my ears.

“I–I’m so sorry, I don’t know where that came from,” I stutter after a while, my sobs having subsided. My eyes feel puffy, my throat thick, and I blink my eyes open as a straw is placed against my lips.

“Drink, Peaches. Then you’re having a bath with me,” Hunter demands, his voice soft but no less unyielding than it was when he told me I had no choice. “I need to take care of you for a while.”

I do as he says, the sweet, peach iced tea making me smile as its fragrant flavour bursts on my tongue. When I’ve had several mouthfuls, I feel better, and he takes the straw away before pulling the blanket off me.

I take his offered hand as I shiver, the cooler air hitting my naked body, and he helps me to stand up. Then he sweeps me into his arms, pulling me close, and I wrinkle my nose.

“You’ll get Roman’s cum all over you,” I murmur as he marches from the room, and I watch as his lips twitch like I’ve said something amusing.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he tells me, turning down his corridor and striding through his open door. I glance away, looking at his room, which is done in shades of dark green, and it feels safe and comforting.

“Are you guys…” I lick my lips, peeking back at him as we go into his bathroom. “Together?”

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