Page 65 of Claimed By Shadows

“Tell me it’s not his,” Nik snarls, and a sob leaves my mouth, unable to form any words. The anger drains from his face, his skin pale in the moonlight. “Tvoyu mat bliad!”

He spins, his back to me as he rakes his hands through his hair. Hunt is at my back, his hands coming around and cupping my stomach, lending me strength.

“It’s our baby, yours too,” Hunt states, and Nik freezes, his chest heaving as he slowly spins back to face me. “I don’t give a fuck if your rapist father is its bio dad. It’s. Ours.”

Nik swallows, his gaze flicking down to where Hunt cups my rounded stomach.

“I–I had a choice,” I tell him, and his face turns up to look at me, his hair a mess, his eyes wild. “I found out when I went into Serene Haven and could have gotten rid of it.” I step away from Hunt, my hands taking Nik’s limp ones into my grasp and placing them where Hunt’s palms just were. He doesn’t flinch, good sign. “But I couldn’t do it, Nik. I couldn’t kill this innocent baby just because its father is a monster.”

The skin around his eyes bunches, his gaze pained as he looks into my eyes. “But you had an IUD,Solnishko. How is it even possible…” He trails off as Hunt clears his throat, and I hold my breath, knowing that he’s going to kick off if Hunt tells him the truth.

“I took it out, before she was taken. It’s my fault, all of i—” Hunt doesn’t get to finish, Rowan tugging me out of the way as Nikolai launches himself at Hunter with a furious roar. His fist connects with Hunt’s face, and the leader of the Shadows doesn’t even stop him, like he deserves the beating.

“Please! Stop them, Ro! Roo!” I beg, my hands coming up to cover my mouth as Nik lands blow after blow and Hunt takes it.

“They need this, Princess,” Roman says softly, stepping in front of me to block my view. It doesn’t stop the sounds, accompanied by the most beautiful music. “Hunt needs this to ease the guilt.”

“B–but, this isn’t his fault!” I sob, tears scalding hot paths down my cheeks, and Rowan wraps my shaking body in his arms.

“Shhh, Lamb. We know, but he feels like he’s responsible,” he tells me, kissing the side of my temple while Roman cups my face in his hands and kisses away my tears. “Petrov won’t hurt him too much.”

The grunts behind Roman ease, and Roman continues kissing a path down my neck, sending tingles in his wake that are not fucking appropriate given the situation. He’s moved enough to allow me to see Nik and Hunt, both panting, their clean-cut looks ruined as blood decorates Hunt’s face, dripping from his nose and split lip.

I take in a sharp gasp as Roman tugs one of my breasts free and seals his mouth over my nipple, sucking and tugging at my peak in just the way that drives me mad. It draws the attention of both men in front of us, their stares morphing from spent rage to lust in an instant. Rowan frees the other breast, giving it the same lavish treatment, and a deep moan falls from my lips, the backdrop of the opera, the soft summer nighttime breeze all adding to the sensory experience.

My gaze ping-pongs between them as Roman drops to his knees on the dirt path, Rowan cupping my breasts and playing with them as Roman inches up the skirt of my dress, the air tickling my hot skin.

“Such a beautiful pussy,” Ro purrs, clearly admiring the lace underwear that hides nothing. “Let’s see how wet she is for us, shall we?”

Nik stalks towards us, his hand disappearing into his pocket and pulling something out.

“You might need this,Lev,” he states, and my mouth drops open as the moonlight hits the light of my knife, the one Rowan gave me and that Sergi stole.

“Thanks, Sir,” Roman replies, taking the knife and using it to cut away my underwear.

Then he hands the knife back to Nik, who takes it, leaving the blade open as his eyes devour me.

“I’m sorry, for how I reacted,” he says, swallowing as Roman pauses, letting me focus on Nik. “I would be honoured to help parent our child. It shares my DNA after all.”

“I’d like that,” I whisper, swallowing past the lump in my throat.

He gives me a smile that is full of such hope, such longing that I reach out and cup his cheek, pulling his lips to mine. A small sob leaves my throat at the first touch of our lips. It's like coming home after so long away you wonder how you even recognise the place, but you do, because it goes bone-deep, this feeling of safety, of contentment.

Just as my lips part to allow his tongue to slide into my mouth, Roman licks a stripe up my slit and Nik swallows my moan of pleasure, the hand not holding the knife coming up to tangle into my hair and pulls me closer. My leg is lifted, Rowan supporting me from behind as Roman buries his face in Evangeline, the sounds of his feasting overlaid with the beautiful opera behind us.

Pleasure fills my every atom, my eyes closed as three of my men show me what it must feel like to be favoured by the stars. Roman grunts, and I pull away from Nik’s lips to find Hunt at my side, his hand tangled in the other man’s hair and pushing him into me, making Roman go deeper with his tongue until my eyes roll.

“That’s it, Baby Boy. Spear her with your dirty fucking tongue,” Hunt orders, and both Roman and I groan at his dirty words.

“Eyes on me,Kotenok,” Nik commands, and my eyes move to him, finding that he’s brought the blade up, still open and gleaming in the moonlight. My chest heaves as his eyes dart down to the tops of my breasts. “Hold them still for me.”

I feel Rowan nod, and watch, not daring to breathe as Nik brings the tip of the knife to my right breast, just above the faint mark that Rowan left there. My breathing turns shallow as the cool metal makes contact with my feverish skin, a pained hiss escaping my lips when he digs it in. Then a bead of red wells at the tip, and he continues to cut down, the sweet agony mixing with the pleasure of Roman’s tongue until I’m shaking and cursing.

“My mark will be over your heart, as yours is branded into mine,Kotenok,” Nik declares, my eyes rolling when Roman sucks my clit into his mouth as Nik carves the letter N into my flesh.

It’s too much, the pain, the pleasure, the music and night around us, and my orgasm is like a supernova forming, tearing me apart and leaving something new in its place. I open my mouth to scream, the feeling so intense, but Hunt’s hand covers my mouth and nose, cutting off my air and just sending me that much higher.

My body locks up, the waves of pleasure so intense tears leak from my eyes. My hands grasp Nik’s forearm and Rowan’s, my nails digging into their suit jackets as I just keep fucking coming.

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