Page 56 of Claimed By Shadows

“Pass me the knife, brother,” he says, his voice firm and missing the teasing element it usually has.

Rowan gives him the blade without hesitation but keeps his palm in place, and I swear my baby gives a fluttering kick, which he doesn’t feel but I do.

With hardly a clench of his teeth, Roman slices his own palm, placing his hand next to his twin’s and adding his bloody handprint to my stomach.

“You’ve made this family so much more than I ever dared dream of, Princess, and I don’t give a fuck who shares genes with this baby. It’s ours, just like you are, and I will love it just like I love you. You have my protection, both of you, and you have my heart. All of me belongs to all of you.”

I can’t speak, the lump in my throat too big at their acceptance, their declarations warming me inside out. Movement in front of us has my watery gaze darting up to find Hunt, his jaw tight as his eyes take us in.

His emerald gaze locks with mine as he strides towards our group, and a bolt of fear makes my breath stall in my lungs at the fierce look in his eyes.

“Knife,” he snarls, and Roman hands it to him, but he doesn’t take his gaze from mine as his arms moves, his teeth bared when the metal bites into his skin. “I am fucking livid that you think I would force you to have an abortion, Peaches,” he says between gritted teeth, the knife making a loud thunk as he drops it to the floor. “I may enjoy bending your body to my will, pushing your boundaries, and taking what’s fucking mine, but I would never make a decision like that. Steal away your choice like that.” He doesn’t drop to his knees, of course he doesn’t. He’s Hunter Anderson, leader of the Shadowmen. Instead, he stalksbehind me, and my body trembles as he presses the heat of his skin against my back. His arms come around me from behind, his bloody hand landing just above the twins’ on my rounded stomach. “There is no fucking question that I will protect you and our baby. That I will love you both with every fucking atom in my being. That our child will want for nothing, least of all affection, because this baby is a part of you and I don’t give a fuck if half of its DNA belongs to that dead cunt walking. All of it belongs to me, to us, and we protect what’s ours.”

A sob rips through me as I sag in his arms, letting all three of them support me as tears fall down my cheeks, scalding my skin.

“I— I was so scared that I’d lose you all,” I stutter, my hands tangling in the twins’ hair and pulling them closer as Hunt wraps me tighter in his embrace. “But I just couldn’t get rid of my baby. I just couldn’t do it.”

“Shhh, I know, baby,” Hunt soothes me, his other hand brushing the tears from my cheeks. “And we would never ask you to, my love.”

The twins get up, keeping their palms on my stomach, as if that touch alone will protect our unborn baby from the world that they will be born into. My hands slide from their hair, gripping their biceps to keep them close.

“We’ll get started on the nursery tomorrow, Princess,” Roman tells me gently, and more tears fall down my cheeks. “It can have my room. Rowan and I moved our shit in here anyway.”

I nibble my lower lip as a chill runs down my spine, and Rowan pulls it from my teeth.

“What is it, Lamb?” he asks, and it doesn’t surprise me he’s the one to notice my unease.

“It’s so far from here, your room, I mean,” I say, glancing up through tear-studded lashes at Rowan and then Roman.

“Fuck, you are already the best mother. Protecting our baby so fucking well,” Rowan coos, his free hand cupping my cheek. Itake a gasping inhale, heat flaring through me as he thrusts his hardness against my thigh.

“We move the office somewhere else and build the nursery next door,” Hunt states behind me, nuzzling his face into my neck and peppering kisses down my skin. “And the fact that you are such a fierce mama bear is such a fucking turn-on, Peaches.” His hand moves from my face to cup one of my swollen breasts, and he groans long and low in my ear. “Her breasts have already gotten bigger, filling up to feed our child.”

Oh. My. God.

Why are their words such a turn-on? Heat licks up my spine as he fondles and rolls my nipple between his fingers, my eyelids fluttering. I open them fully when a hand glides down from my stomach, not pausing as fingers dive underneath my knickers to slide against my damp slit.

“She’s already so wet for us too, though lube is always helpful,” Rowan rasps, sliding his fingers lower. His other hand is still on my face, and it’s with a start that I realise he’s using his cut hand to play with my pussy. That the lube he’s talking about is his own blood.

“Oh god,” I moan as he thrusts two fingers inside me, lighting me up in the best possible ways.

“I need to see these tits,” Roman groans, and I jerk as my lace bralette is ripped from me. “Fuck, baby. They’re incredible.” His head dips down, his tongue lashing my nipple as Hunt holds up my breast for him and his brother toys with my clit. “When do you think we’ll get some milk from them?”

“I, um, I think you h–have to be careful,” I stutter as he continues to lick and suck my nipple, Rowan adding another finger inside my pussy that has me arching into him. “I–It can cause early labour if you try too hard to get some out before the baby comes.”

Roman pauses, rolling his eyes up to me. “Noted.” Then he goes back to playing with my sensitive nipple with his tongue and teeth, not sucking, but it still sends shock waves through me.

“Are they sensitive, Peaches?” Hunt whispers in my ear, moving his bloodied hand from my stomach to play with my other breast, and I gasp sharply.

“Y–yes,” I whimper, loving the pleasurable release of their touch even as I squirm.

“One day soon, I’m going to make you come from playing with your tits and nothing else,” he rasps before sucking the skin on the side of my throat. “But for now, be Daddy’s good girl and come all over Rowan’s bloody fingers.”

His words are the shove I need, and I dig my nails into Roman and Rowan’s skin as I cry out with an earth-shattering release. My head rests back on Hunt’s shoulder as the waves consume me completely, filling me up until I am a being made of pure pleasure, held in the arms of my soulmates.

When I finally open my eyes, my vision hazy with the afterglow, my Shadows are still there, surrounding me.

“What was it I promised you earlier, Peaches? When you told me how gallant I was?”

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