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Roman’s dick jerks as he watches, his eyes hungry as his twin marks me, scarring me for all to see.

“There,” Roo pants, his tone pleased and so fucking deep that pleasure shivers over my skin. “Fuck, you look so fucking good, arse red, my mark on your skin, your blood dripping on the sheets.” He leans down, his tongue flicking over the wound, and I cry out as he tongues the edges, pain and pleasure mixing inside me until I am utterly consumed by him.

Then he drapes himself over me, not crushing my bump but letting me feel his hot skin all over my own as he fucks me slow and deep, his tongue laving over the wound that he just inflicted. It’s perfect agony, my mind transcending as my body gives in to the duel sensations of pleasure and pain he’s giving me.

“That’s it, Little Lamb, come for your master, your pilgrim,” he demands, his tone harsh and loving all at once.

I am helpless to resist, my body trembling and seizing as I do as he says and climax again. All I can do is breathe through it, the pleasure so complete, so much that my mind blanks entirely and I wonder where I exist anymore.

He follows me into the abyss, his body stiffening on top of mine, holding me and pinning me, letting me know with more than words that I am safe, loved, and cherished. It’s that thought, along with the intensity of what just happened, that opens the floodgates, and I burst into tears.

He doesn’t let go, doesn’t move or slip from me, but continues to hold me, whispering words of praise and encouragement as a blanket is put over both of us, cocooning us in each other’s warmth as I sob and cry and let everything out.

I’ve no idea how much time passes, but Rowan stays with me, never letting me go as I let all the worry and anguish of the past few weeks drain out of me as he embraces me in his powerful arms. After a while, my sobs subside, the sheets underneath my cheek damp, and my body exhausted but so much lighter.

“Feeling better, Lamb?” Rowan asks softly, nuzzling my cheek and pressing a soft kiss to it.

“So much, thank you,” I murmur back, my voice a little raspy.

“Never thank me for giving you what you need,” he replies, finally slipping from my body, but his hands remain on me as he helps me to stand. He gently turns me so that I’m facing him, my shoulder twinging slightly as it pulls the cuts. “I will always look after you, my love.”

“I love you, Rowan. So fucking much.” I press my lips to his in a light kiss and snuggle into his sweat-slicked chest, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me close.

“I love you too, Iris,” he responds, his lips pressed to the top of my head. “And now I’m going to wash you, then clean and dress my mark, and then we will get some food.”

“I’ll shower, then make some food,” Hunt offers, coming over to us and stroking a large hand down my back. “Roman, with me so I can check your shoulder, then get Andrei to take a look.” Hunt steps back, heading towards the door as Roman comes over.

“Yes, Daddy,” Roman answers, his arm still in a sling that looks like it’s seen better days after that wake up. “See you soon, beautiful.” He kisses my lips in a quick peck, then follows Hunt, both men gloriously naked and all mine.

“Come, Lamb. Let’s get you sorted,” Rowan encourages, dropping his arms and taking my hand in his, leading me to the attached bathroom.

“Someone should probably change the sheets,” I suggest, a flush stealing over my cheeks as I think about the sheer amount of bodily fluids on Nik’s bedding right now. Rowan huffs a laugh, starting up the shower.

“I’ll see to it after you’re taken care of. Don’t worry, love,” he states, and my insides warm at the term of endearment.

I don’t know how I got so lucky having not one but four men to love, cherish, and take care of me. But even with everything that has happened, even with all the shit, the heartache and the worry about what lies ahead, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“LOVE HAS NO LIMITS” BY FLEURIE

IRIS

The next couple of days pass by without much incident, just my Shadows and me enjoying each other’s company, and Andrei checking Roman’s gunshot wound, which apparently is healing nicely.

We don’t hear from Nik, though Andrei does from Dima, who says that things are fine and that we will all talk when they get back later today. Roman and I are nestled on the sofa in the main room, the fire lit and filling the space with warmth when I feel a sharp pain in my stomach, then a trickle of something between my legs.

“What is it, Princess?” Ro asks as I hiss, my heart pounding as something inside me tells me there is something wrong.

“I–I don’t know,” I whisper, my hand on my stomach as I straighten up. “Something doesn’t feel right, Ro.”

My wide eyes find his, his face pale as he looks at my hand just as another cramp hits.

“Andrei!” he all but screams over his shoulder. Several pounding footsteps follow his yell while I sit there, needing to look in my knickers but terrified of what I’ll find if I do.

“What is it?” Andrei asks, out of breath from rushing down the stairs just as Hunt, Rowan, and Bubby come in from the back, their eyes wild.

“The baby,” I rush out, and Andrei comes to me, kneeling in front of me, his movements calm and reassuring.

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