Page 66 of Claimed By Shadows

Finally, when I’m a twitching, sweaty, and bloody mess, Hunt tugs Roman away from my core, letting me inhale a gasping breath just as Nik lifts the blade from my skin. My vision is blurred, but it’s enough to see Nik hand the blade to Rowan behind me, his hands at the crotch of his suit pants and undoingthem, his beautiful dick springing free. The tip glistens with pre-cum, and I see Hunt dragging Roman up by his hair, slamming his lips to Roman’s and growling as he tastes my release on them.

“Eyes. On. Me,” Nik growls, my attention turning to him as he dips down and takes both my thighs in his arms, lifting me and forcing me back against Rowan, who braces with a grunt. “Put me inside you. Now.”

My trembling hands reach between us, past the beaded fabric of my dress, and I find him hard and waiting, the skin of his shaft soft as silk. I’ve just lined him up with my sopping entrance when he thrusts forward, seating himself inside me in one move that leaves me gasping, my hands digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck, Nik!” I cry as he pulls out just to punch back inside me, his piercing rubbing all the right places and sending electric sparks running across my nerve endings.

“This belongs to me,Kotenok,” he snarls, his hips thrusting and his hands digging into my thighs, helping to pull me down onto his dick every time his hips move.

“He means it belongs to us,” Roo teases in my ear, nibbling at the sensitive skin behind it. It was clearly said to rile Nik, because he snarls like a wolf and fucks into me harder, cursing in Russian.

I throw my head back against Rowan’s shoulder, letting them hold me as Nik fucks me so hard another orgasm threatens to steal my soul from my body.

“Come for me,Kotenok. Right. Fucking. Now,” Nik commands, and I’m helpless to resist as he grinds deep inside me, his pelvis rubbing my poor swollen clit and causing me to explode with a cry of pleasure.

Lights dance in front of my eyes, the crescendo of the opera masking my cries as pleasure takes over my entire being, leaving me trembling and barely able to breathe.

Nik pounds into me, once, twice, then stills, coming with a deep growl that raises all the hair on my spent body. He keeps pulsing his hips, like he can’t get enough of the sweet torture even as I tremble and shake in his and Rowan’s arms. Then his forehead drops to mine, both of us sweaty, but I don’t care as I breathe him in.

“I could never get enough of this,Solnishko. Never have enough of you,” he pants, buried inside me, and I cling to him, trying to pull him closer because I know that this will come to an end. Tonight is like a dream, and with the morning, it will fade into smoke and he will be gone again.

“I wish you could stay with us. I hate it when you’re not there,” I confess, tears stinging my eyes and making my throat thicken.

“One day,Solnishko. Then I can take care of you both and I’ll never have to leave again,” he replies in a whisper, letting my legs drop to the ground, his dick slipping out with a wet gush. His hands frame my stomach, and I can’t stop the tears that fall as he starts to softly sing a Russian lullaby.

His song comes to an end and I can hardly breathe as he sighs, dropping his hands from my stomach and tucking himself back into his trousers.

“I love you, Nikolai Petrov. So, so much,” I choke out, and he pulls me into his arms, Rowan releasing me and stepping back, allowing us this moment. Because all Nik and I have are a series of stolen moments, and I fucking hate it.

“I love you,Moy Solntse,” he whispers against my hair, his own body strung tight, his voice thick. “And I can’t wait to meet our baby.”

I take a shuddering inhale, my soul fracturing into a thousand pieces when he pulls away.

“Stay safe, please,” I manage to say, his image blurring as he cups my face in his palms, his eyes drinking me in. He dips hishead, not saying a word, because how can he make that promise when Sergi is his father?

The kiss he gives me tastes like heartache, like a longing so strong it can drown you, and it’s over far too soon. Warmth surrounds me the moment he steps back, the twins bracketing me either side and supporting me as my knees threaten to give out.

I watch, tears burning a path down my cheeks as Nik gives me a final searing look, nods to Hunt, and then disappears into the dark. I watch him until the darkness swallows him whole, a shiver travelling down my spine at the horrible image.

“Let’s get you home, Princess,” Roman suggests softly, and I nod, knowing that I won’t enjoy the rest of the performance, not now that Nik is gone.

“Thank you, for organising this and for inviting Nik,” I say as we make our way towards one of the gates in the park. “It really was the best birthday.”

“And next year will be even better,” Rowan assures me, his arm around my waist, Roman holding my hand as Hunter leads the way. “Our family will be complete by then.”

My heart leaps at his words, my stomach quivering at the idea. The baby will be here by then, and I have to believe so will Nik, with Sergi gone and no longer posing a threat. I glance up at the sky, at the few stars that are twinkling.

Please, I beg them.Please keep us all safe and sound, and in twelve months time, all together at last.

Then I recall the image of Nik being swallowed by the dark night, and goosebumps erupt across my skin.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

“CEILINGS” BY LIZZY MCALPINE

IRIS

The next couple of weeks fly by in a peace that soothes my soul. The guys take me out of the estate more, and my confidence rises with each outing. It’s almost like before I was sold, almost normal.

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