Page 35 of Owned By Shadows

My little Lamb’s body shivers as Hunt’s threat washes over her. I take a deep inhale, smelling her scent all over my face, tasting her on my tongue, and fuck if it isn’t the best thing.

We lead her to the back of the plane and through the door into the bedroom, which has a pretty fucking massive bed in it. Guess the Knights know what it’s like to need the space when there are several of you sharing.

“This is beyond crazy,” Iris mumbles, her eyes wide as she takes in the space. She’s right. This is the kind of luxury kids like us can’t even dream about. It’s beyond our imaginations.

“Yeah, The Knights are rich as fuck. So is Lilly,” Roman states, shutting the door behind him once we’re all in the space, including the mafia Prince.

I look over at Nikolai, his cheeks flushed thanks to my brother’s attention. His hand is in Roman’s, and he looksbetween my twin, Hunt, and Iris like a drowning man who’s been given a taste of the air that will save him.

“We won’t all fit in the shower,” Hunt declares, peering into the bathroom before looking back at us. “Peaches, Rowan, and I will go first.”

He doesn’t give the others a chance to argue, just tugs Iris into the bathroom, her hand in mine pulling me along with them. I shut and lock the door—walnut like the rest of the plane—and smirk at how much of an arsehole Hunt can be sometimes.

“That was rude,” Iris mutters, and I push up against her back, wrapping my arms around her while Hunt gets the shower started. The gasp that falls from her lips makes my already hard dick jerk in my jeans.

“Neither of us give a shit.” She shudders when my palms glide down her body, grabbing the hem of her soft jumper before pulling it up and off her. “We all learned at a young age that sometimes you have to take what you want.”

A stuttered breath leaves her as Hunt kneels before her, taking hold of the waistband of her leggings and tugging those off her. She’s left in her, no doubt, damp knickers and a soft lace bra that I make quick work of removing.

Hunt wastes no time in getting her out of the underwear until she’s naked before us, and I can’t help peppering her warm skin with kisses and nips of my teeth.

“You are so fucking beyond gorgeous, Peaches,” Hunt whispers, awe lacing his tone, and I couldn’t agree more. She’s our light in the darkness of this fucked up world. The goddess whose altar I pray at and worship daily.

Stepping back the slightest amount, I tug my T-shirt off, then unbuckle my jeans and step out of my boots and socks until I’m as naked as she is. I press my body against hers, hissing at the contact because it feels so fucking good I want to cry. That’s what she does to me. I’m the man who barely felt a thing, and now Ifeel every fucking thing. I’m not even mad if it means I get to feel her like this every day for the rest of my life.

My hands roam over her skin, Hunt standing up and quickly shedding his clothes so he can press up against her from the front. Her groan makes me almost feral, my teeth sinking into her shoulder, the one where my mark lies, red and healing but showing the whole fucking world that she belongs to me.

“I need you so badly,” she moans, tilting her head so I have better access to her neck. “Hunt.”

I peer over her shoulder to find his hand between her thighs, his fingers playing with her. I know he won’t enter her, no matter how much she begs. Andrei told us that it’s safe now the bleeding has stopped, but it would be best to wait a few days just to make sure, especially given this new stress we’re facing and having to flee the medical help the hospital could provide.

“Shhhh, we’ll make you feel good, Peaches,” Hunt assures her, and looking around, I spot a bottle of lube on the counter, which has an idea forming in my mind that may give her what she wants while keeping her safe.

Reaching over, I grab it, popping the cap and squirting some in my hand.

“Grab her leg, Hunt,” I instruct, and his eyes move from her face to me, a smirk tilting his lips upwards.

He does as I ask, pulling her thigh to wrap around his waist, exposing that beautiful puckered hole to me. Using my lubed fingers, I play around the tight ring, a deep groan falling from her lips as her head falls back onto my shoulder.

“That’s it, baby, let Rowan into that pretty arsehole of yours,” Hunt coos, and I flit a gaze to him when she gasps. His hand is moving up and down, and if I were to guess by his clenched jaw and fluttering eyelids, he’s using his dick to stimulate her clit, something she fucking loves.

Whatever he’s doing, along with his words, loosens her enough to let me slip a finger inside her heated passage, quickly allowing me to add another, mostly because I’m an inpatient bastard and know she likes a pinch of pain anyway.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you in this tight arse, aren’t you, Lamb?” I rasp out, pumping my fingers in and out of her.

“Yes— Fuck yes, Rowan, please,” she begs, her eyes closed as her hips move with my fingers and Hunt’s cock.

“Good girl,” Hunt praises as I remove my fingers and use the lube to cover my cock. I’m practically weeping at my tip to be inside her, the need threatening to undo me.

Taking my dick in my hand, I use the other to spread her cheeks open and notch my head against her hole.

“Deep breath, Lamb,” I instruct, then punch my hips forward and fill her in one thrust.

She screams, part in pain and part in pleasure, and I hold still, trying not to lose my ever-loving mind at the feel of her heat surrounding me. “Fuck, pretty, you feel so fucking incredible gripping my dick like that.”

Sweat covers her body, and a whine leaves her lips when I slowly withdraw and pump back inside her, not wanting to jostle her too much, just in case.

“Shit, Roo,” she breathes out, her hands gripping Hunt, her fingers indenting his skin as we work her between us.

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