Page 62 of Kissed By Shadows

I roll my gaze upwards, watching as Nikolai stares down at us, his jaw clenched and his nostrils flaring as Roman and I jerk him off into my mouth. Keeping my gaze on his, I open my mouth wider and take him inside, Nik’s tongue coming out to lick his lips as I suck on his head.

“Suka!” he curses, one of his hands tangling in my hair and pulling me down more until he hits the back of my throat and I gag. He eases off, and I hollow my cheeks, sucking as he pulls me up by my hair.

“Let him use that pretty mouth,” Roman instructs, his hand moving ours up and down the base of Nik. Then he takes my other hand in his, placing my fingers against my clit, his over the top of them. “They said they wouldn’t make you come, but nothing about you making yourself come,” he whispers conspiratorially in my ear, and I have to hold back the moan when he moves our fingers together, heady pleasure sending tingles racing across my body.

I keep my eyes focused on Nik, who starts to pump his hips in and out of my mouth, using me for his pleasure as Roman and I keep jerking him off and playing with my clit. My body starts to shake, the pleasure building in a way that I know I won’t be able to hide my orgasm from the others. I’m pretty sure Rowan mustknow what’s going on because he’s still right next to me and I can feel his eyes on me.

But my watery gaze is focused on the way Nikolai is unravelling, his movements getting faster, sweat beading his forehead. I’m in a similar state, tears streaming down my face from his rough handling as my body trembles with my impending orgasm.

Then Nik’s dick becomes a solid rod of steel in my mouth, his Russian curse filling my ears as he thrusts deep, giving me no choice but to swallow his cum as he pours it in hot spurts down my throat. At that moment, a sharp sting across my breast is accompanied by Roman pinching my clit, and with a throaty cry, I explode. Wetness coats mine and Roman’s hand, and my body tries to curl in on itself with the force of my climax, but Roman’s arm is banded tightly around me, keeping me upright along with Nik’s punishing grip on my hair, his dick still down my throat.

Just when dark spots start to dance in front of my eyes, Nik pulls out, and I slump in Roman’s arms, gasping.

“You taught her well,Lev,” he murmurs, and I feel Roman shudder at the praise and nickname. I make a note to ask Nik what it means, but the idea that he’s given Roman one doesn’t bother me. In all honestly, their interaction together was hot as fuck.

“Thank you,” Roman answers, and I sigh, snuggling into him as Nik’s grip on my hair loosens, his fingers brushing the side of my face.

“You came, naughtyKotenok,” he chides, but when I look up at him, he has a gentle smile on his plush lips.

“I won’t run away again, I promise,” I whisper, and he looks down at me, giving me a nod.

“Looks like I have two brats on my hands.” Hunt sighs, and I roll my head on Roman’s shoulder to look at upside down Hunt, who looks at us both with an exasperated fondness.

“You cut her?” Nik’s angry hiss has my head snapping back, my brows lowered to find him crouched in front of me, his glare on Rowan.

I hiss a sharp breath when Rowan reaches out and traces a thin red cut that’s on the top of my breast. Blood trickles from the slice, but it’s not deep. My breath stills when Rowan, ignoring the seething Russian next to him, brings his finger up to his mouth and sucks it clean, and a small moan falls from my lips at the erotic sight.

“I–I don’t mind,” I whisper, tearing my gaze from Rowan’s to stare into Nik’s brown eyes. “I–I enjoyed it.”

His nostrils flare as he looks at me, and I’m not sure if he also likes the idea of cutting me or if he’s still annoyed that Rowan did.

“It will probably leave a scar,Kotenok,” he tells me in a measured tone, and I swallow again. The idea of having a mark permanently on my body that Rowan has given me leaves butterflies fluttering around my stomach, my core heating as something in my solar plexus settles.

“I don’t mind that either,” I say, turning my head to face Rowan as they are all still around me. “I like the idea of carrying your mark.” One side of his lips lifts in a half smile that is blinding, giving me the confidence to say the next thing. “But I want to leave one on you too.”

His gaze turns molten, and he’s pulling down the neckline of his vest in the next second, holding out the knife that still has a little of my blood on it. With trembling fingers, I reach forward, taking the blade and placing its keen edge against his pec, a mirror of the place he cut me. Swallowing, I press it into his flesh.

“Deeper,” he rasps out, and my gaze darts to his, to his clenched jaw as he stares at me with fire in his amber eyes. Nodding, I look back down at the blade, pushing it deeper intohis skin, ruby blood welling as I drag it along, parting his flesh. My heart beats fast inside my chest, but my hand is steady as I cut him, pulling the blade away when I think it’s about the same size as mine.

Hands tangle in my hair, Rowan pulling me to his lips with a feverish intensity, and my grip tightens around the handle of the blade as he destroys me with his kiss. He tells me everything that he doesn’t say out loud with his lips and tongue, and having the others here too just feels so right.

Sudden tears spring to my eyes, knowing that this can’t last, that Nik will have to go and we will be incomplete once again. Rowan pulls away when a small sob falls from my lips, and Roman’s arms tighten around me as I take a shuddering inhale.

“I don’t want this to end,” I confess, looking into Rowan’s eyes, which soften as he registers my meaning. I see the way people look at him like he’s a psycho, like he doesn’t feel things, but he feels so keenly. He always knows what I’m thinking, sometimes before even I do.

He turns my face back to Nik, releasing his grip on my hair, Roman unwinding his arms so that I can go into Nikolai’s. I bury my face against his neck, breathing him in deeply as if I’m trying to stock up, and I am, because who knows when I’ll get to be in his arms again. And I fucking hate it, hate that we have to be apart when all of us being together feels so right.

“It’ll be okay,Solnishka,” he soothes, kissing my head and pulling me closer. “We’ll be together one day, I promise.”

“It’s almost time for your set, Roman,” Hunter says, and the grief that was threatening to drown me eases as curiosity filters in. “And you two should clean those cuts, put a plaster on them or something.”

Roman sighs, getting up along with Rowan, and then Nik helps me to my feet, still holding me as the feeling returns to my legs after kneeling for so long. I turn in his arms so my back is tohis front, but I keep them wrapped around me for a little while longer.

“What set?” I ask, taking a deep inhale when Nik kisses the side of my neck.

“You’ll see, Princess,” Roman teases, a twinkle in his eyes. “You staying?” He nods to Nik, who shakes his head against me.

“I have other business to attend to tonight.” His hot breath pebbles my nipples when he sighs. “I just wanted to see Iris. I needed to see her.” His voice is soft against my skin, so I’m not sure the others heard his last words.

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