Page 67 of Kissed By Shadows

“You think I don’t ask myself that every fucking day?” I snarl, reaching between us and ripping open my fly, yanking my hard dick out of my jeans. I need to show her that I am man enough toprotect her. That I won’t fail her again. “That I don’t think about all the ways I’ve failed to protect you?”

“Hunt, s–stop,” she pleads, but I’m too far gone in my need to be inside her, to show her that I’m not a worthless piece of shit. I’m too lost to my rage, mixed with need, to allow anything to stop me.

“No.” Lining up, I thrust inside her wet heat, every fucking nerve in my body lighting up at the warmth that envelops me. Her pained gasp is like music to my ears, the tears in her eyes the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. “I will never stop, Peaches, even if you beg me to. You. Are. Mine.” I punctuate each word with a thrust, and by the way her walls clamp and grip me, I know that she doesn’t really want me to stop.

“Y–you can’t just make me your wife and expect me to be fine with it,” she hisses, her nails digging into my arms, raking deep furrows that drive me wild.

“I can and I did,” I tell her, looking deep into her hazel eyes. “Hold her down, boys.”

Those stunning eyes widen, her body twisting, but I have her pinned by her hips, and soon, the twins have an arm each, pressing them onto the bed beneath her. She thrashes, but it’s no use, she can’t escape, and I plan to take my wife however I want her, it’s our wedding night after all.

Rowan whips out his blade, the keen edge shining in the low lights of the room as he brings it to the straps of her dress and she freezes. With precise cuts, he proceeds to slice the garment from her, and all three of us groan when her stunning body is revealed.

“Willow will be pissed you cut up her dress,” she sasses, the anger in her words unbelievable given the huskiness of her tone. She’s turned on by this, as I know she always is. She’s a girl that likes to be forced, that wants her choices taken from her, andwe’re the type of monsters that revel in forcing her to take us as we are, to bend to our wills, to fulfil our every depraved desires.

“She’ll be more pissed that she has a new sister she’s yet to find out about,” I say, chuckling when she makes the cutest growl sound as I remind her of our situation.

She goes to protest, but then my hands wrap around her slender throat, and holding her eyes, I pull out almost all the way, only to slam back inside her. She moans low and deep, her inner walls clenching around me and urging my beast on. Her body flushes, her breaths punched out of her as I fuck into her, my clothes soaking up the sweat that drips from my body as I take her hard and fast. Her stunning tits bounce with the force of my thrusts, the shallow cut on her breast that Rowan gave her earlier a stark red against her creamy skin.

The twins don’t try to interfere, even though I know they’re desperate to, their eyes locked on her body as I fuck her into the bed. Her breaths saw out of her lips, her body tightening as her release gets closer, so I slow down and she whimpers.

“Hunt, Daddy, please,” she begs, and lightning races up my spine, but I need something else from her before I allow either of us to come.

“What do you want from life, Iris?” I ask her, loosening my grip on her throat, my hips pulsing as I watch her blink, trying to clear some of the lust from her brain.

“W–what?” she questions, her brows lowering as she licks her lips. “I want to not be at Sergi’s mercy, obviously.”

I give a growl, my next thrust harder at the sound of that dead man’s name.

“But after that, what then?” I continue, my dick protesting, needing to rut into her again like a beast. But this is our wedding night, a new beginning, and I need more from her.

“I–I don’t know, Hunt. A family, I guess,” she answers, trying to twist her hips so I go deeper. I chuckle, rewarding her smallanswer with one of my hands releasing her throat and making its way between us, stroking her clit. “P–please.”

“Do you want children?” I ask, seeing the twins freeze as they hold her down, all their focus switched to me. I pause, not moving as I look into her eyes, needing to hear and see her next words.

“I–I guess, maybe one day,” she replies, her eyes locked on mine.

“Good girl,” I praise, watching as her face softens just as I pull out and she squirts all over my hand, her body going rigid as her climax consumes her.

Then I shove my fingers deep inside her pulsing cunt and grab hold of the strings of her coil, using the contraction of her orgasm to help as I pull it from her. She’s too blissed out to notice, but I catch Roman’s considering stare, then the way his lips lift in a smirk. My gaze switches to Rowan to see a similar expression on his face. We all share a breeding kink, and I know that the idea of filling Iris up with our seed, watching her belly grow with one of our children will have them desperate to come inside her as much as I am.

But as my official wife, I feel like I should get the first turn.

“What the fuck did you just do?” her horrified whisper brings me back to her, her naked body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

I hold up the device, and her already wide eyes become almost comically big.

“No time like the present, Peaches,” I say, throwing it on the bed and then lining up with her slick entrance.

“Y–you’re fucking crazy! You can’t make that decision, Hunt!” she yells, and I have to grab her thighs as she tries to close them. Naughty girl.

“I approve,” Roman says, and her wild gaze snaps to his as I ease the head of my cock inside her still-quivering channel.

“Me too, and majority rules, Little Lamb,” Rowan adds, her head turning to look at him, her mouth parted.

“So shut the fuck up and take my dick like a good little girl, and I’ll reward you by filling you up with my cum,” I tell her before slamming home.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

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