Page 58 of Owned By Shadows

“Fucking hell, Princess,” he whispers, and I grin at him, pleased I could render him into a hot mess like he so often does to me.

“We should get cleaned up, and feed you,” Nik states, and I glance his way to see he’s still naked, his hand held out towards me.

“Um, Roo, think you could let go of my neck and pull out?” I ask, giggling when he growls, then gasping as he thrusts his semi-hard dick inside me at the same time he laps at my wounded neck. “Please?”

“Fine,” he grumbles after releasing my neck. Wetness rushes between my thighs as he pulls out, and between him, Nik, and Roman, they manhandle me up off the bed.

“I am capable, you know!” I scold them, squeaking when Roman swats me on the arse.

“Come get clean, Princess,” he states, Nik walking ahead of us towards the bathroom, Rowan bending down and tugging on his sweatpants.

“You not coming?” I ask, and he gives me a predatory smile.

“I want to have your come on me for the rest of the day, Lamb. Then every time I take my dick out for a piss, I’ll smell you.”

That shouldn’t be hot. Nope.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind a wash,” Hunt grumbles, attempting to get up, and I go to rush over to him, but Roman beats me to it.

“I’ll come back and give you a sponge bath, Daddy, okay?” he says, trying to push Hunt down, but Daddy is having none of it.

“Fuck off. I’m coming for a fucking shower. I’ll be careful of my stitches,” Hunt tells him, though he accepts Roman’s help to actually get up.

His face scrunches in pain as Roman gets an arm around him and helps him towards the bathroom.

“Stubborn fucking twat,” Roman grumbles under his breath as he passes me, and I giggle.

“Both of you will be punished when I’m better. Don’t think I’m not keeping track,” Hunt threatens, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to it. “Sweetheart still needs his.”

They disappear into the bathroom, Rowan coming up behind me and hugging me.

“You head into the bathroom, I’ll make us all some breakfast,” he offers sweetly, kissing my cheek and waiting until I’ve walked into the bathroom before he leaves the room.

Steam fills the space, which has the biggest shower I’ve ever seen in my life. We could all easily fit inside it, but then I guess Lilly and her Knights have the same number as we do in their group, so makes sense that things like the bed and shower are extra large.

“Come on, baby,” Roman states, having handed Hunter off to Nik and now walks towards me. “I wanna rub soap all over that stunning fucking body.”

I huff a laugh as I let him lead me to the shower, under one of the many showerheads. “Just be careful of my nipples. They’re super sensitive at the moment.”

His lips tip up in a devilish smirk as he squirts some shower gel into his palms, rubbing them together until his hands are covered in bubbles.

“Oh, I know, Princess, and I plan to see if I can get you to come one more time from playing with them alone.”

Lord save me from sexy fucking men who just want to make me come until I can’t think straight.

On second thoughts, maybe don’t.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

“SIRENS” BY FLEUIRE

ROMAN

The following couple of weeks pass in peace, and one afternoon I find myself standing at the window of our beachfront hideaway villa, watching Iris sleep on the chaise lounge on the covered patio, Hunter by her side. Despite the tropical heat, she’s wrapped in a light blanket, her swollen ankles elevated on pillows, and I fucking hate that her condition is something none of us can fix. That it’s such a danger to her, and we’re forced to hide in this paradise that we should be able to enjoy, but instead we’re all poised, waiting for the next disaster. The blood pressure monitor beside her shows readings that I don’t like, Andrei having trained us all in what is okay and what isn’t.

Looking back at her beautiful face, I can see that it’s puffy, another warning sign of the preeclampsia that threatens both her and the baby. I swallow hard, my mind racing with all the things that could go wrong.

“She finally sleeping?” Rowan asks, approaching with two cups of coffee. I swear it’s the only thing keeping me awake as I use my hacking skills to try to discover anything about Sergi and what he might be planning, but I’m at a bit of a dead end, nothing new coming to light, or that I can access here anyway.

---