Page 68 of Kissed By Shadows

“RIGHT NOW” BY TREVOR JACKSON

IRIS

Iscream as Hunter forces his way inside me. Sure, it hurts a little, he’s so fucking big and the fact he just pulled out my coil has left me all kinds of sensitive, but it’s more the overwhelming emotions that have nowhere to go.

The twins hold me down as I rage, the hard fucking Hunter is giving me only adding to everything I’m feeling right now. I’m married to Hunt, I have the leader of the Russian Bratva after me, and Hunt just pulled out my contraceptive and is promising to fill me with his cum until I’m pregnant.

Fuck. That last one shouldn’t be as hot as it is. It shouldn’t turn me on at all, but when I saw the device in his slick fingers, a part of me fucking preened at the idea of him wanting a baby with me. Not to mention Evangeline purred and demanded he impregnate us right the fuck now.

I’m beyond messed up.

“I’m gonna fill you so full of me, Peaches, you’ll have no choice but to accept my seed and grow our baby in that delicious body,” Hunt groans as he lowers his body over mine, encasing me in his embrace as he keeps fucking me hard and fast. The fabric of his clothes rubs against my skin, chafing me in the best way, adding to all the sensations he’s making me feel.

“It’s not the right time for a baby, Hunt,” I whisper, my heart twinging with pain. Deep down, all I’ve ever wanted was a large family, children who I’d love with all my heart and never leave like my mum left me. But with everything going on, the idea of bringing a baby into our lives fills me with terror, even if my heart longs for it.

He slows his movements, his hands coming up to cup my cheeks tenderly, tears racing to my eyes at the sweet gesture. “I will keep you safe, and any children we have,” he murmurs, lowering his lips to mine and catching my sob. “I want to watch them grow inside you, to watch you nurse our babies from these beautiful tits.” One hand leaves my face to palm my breast as the twins groan either side of me, their hands still holding my wrists down, trapping me in this glorious nightmare. “I know you’ll make a wonderful mother, loving our children with your whole soul.”

Tears trace hot paths down my cheeks at his words, his body undulating in a way that has a devastating climax building. Gone is the beast who just wanted to rut into me, and here is my Daddy, taking care of me and giving me exactly what I need, even if I can’t admit it to myself.

“And they’ll have three daddies to look after them, and you,” Roman says softly, and I turn my head to face him, watching as he shifts on the bed until he’s lying next to us. “They’ll be the most loved children on the planet.”

His brown eyes are full of a softness that steals my breath, a longing that I’ve only ever seen in the mirror. I recall what Iknow about their childhood, how much they were missing when it came to love and affection.

“And we will kill anyone who tries to hurt you or them. They will never know fear,” Rowan says from my other side, and I turn my face to him as he too lies next to us, his hand still gripping my wrist. There is a fierceness in his amber orbs, making them snap and sparkle, but underneath is a pain that hurts my soul. Rowan is talking from experience and I hate it. His thumb soothes over my pulse point as Hunt continues to move into my body, his lips lowering to pepper kisses across my collarbone, sending tingles racing across my entire body.

“You will make incredible fathers,” I tell them, watching as Rowan gives me that devastating half smile of his, the one I only seem to get. My mind screams at me that this is too soon, that I barely know these guys, but my soul and body argues, insisting that we’ve known them for a lifetime, that we belong to them as the sun does to the sky.

Hunt growls, his moves picking up until he’s fucking me deep, sending waves of pleasure rolling over me, stealing my ability to think and leaving me only the choice to feel. His pubic piercing hits my clit on every down stroke, and he grinds it into me until I’m seeing stars and begging him to help me over the finish line.

“Fuck, Peaches,” Hunt groans, a hand coming between us, playing with my clit and making me clench around him. As he’s still gripping my face and breast, I assume it’s one of the twins, but I’m unable to look and see, Hunt’s body in the way. “I’m so fucking close, baby. Come for me.”

The hand between us pinches my clit hard just as a sharp pain flashes across the breast Hunt isn’t holding, and I explode, my soul vacating my body as my orgasm slams into me with such force I go blind and deaf for a second.

My back arches, my mouth open in a silent scream as electricity consumes me. It’s like my body releases everything, all the worry and uncertainty disappearing, and I just exist in a place that’s filled with unbelievable pleasure. Hunter stiffens above me, and I come to just as his face contorts with ecstasy, his dick buried deep inside me, pulsing as he fills me with his cum.

My body tingles as he slumps down, covering me with his body, his chest heaving as his dick gives little twitches like he’s still filling me up.

“Shit, baby girl. You’re so incredible,” he murmurs huskily, nuzzling into my neck and placing light kisses against my skin. “You’re fucking perfect, wife.”

At the mention of what I am to him now, a stuttered sob falls from my lips and I burst into tears. Both his hands cup my cheeks once more as he holds me, his body pressed against mine, encasing me in all things Hunter.

“That’s it, baby. Let it all out, darling,” he soothes, wiping the tears from my cheeks with his calloused thumbs. The twins scooch closer, their bodies pressed alongside mine, their grips on my wrists leaving as they both hold my hands instead.

“We’ve got you, Princess,” Roman coos, kissing the side of my head.

“We’ve always got you, Little Lamb,” Rowan adds, pressing his lips to my temple as I cry, my sobs quietening as they hold me.

No one moves for several long moments, they just let me get it all out, and by the time the tears have stemmed, I feel lighter, like it’s not all overwhelming and unmanageable.

“Better, love?” Roman asks, and I twist to look into his soft brown eyes. His calm acceptance and gentle smile have words spilling from my lips before I’ve even registered my lips parting.

“I love you, Roman,” I whisper, my voice husky from all the tears. His smile grows into a full beam, his beautiful face making my heart soar.

“I love you, Iris. Even if you are Hunt’s wife,” he replies, leaning closer and pressing his lips against mine. He kisses me softly, his lips and tongue telling me everything will be okay now that we have each other.

Then we slowly part, and my face is turned until I’m drowning in amber eyes.

“I love you, Rowan,” I confess, uncaring that it’s so soon. Our relationship has been forged in fire, in desperate times and circumstances, and life is just too short and uncertain not to grab it with both hands when you can.

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