Page 55 of Owned By Shadows

“I know, sweetness, but I’m all patched up now and get to spend the next few weeks in bed with you. So it’s not all bad,” he tells me gently, pressing his lips to my hair over and over again.

“Don’t you dare joke right now, Hunter Anderson,” I scold, my voice thick, though at least the lump that was filling my throat has lessened.

“Maybe I should get shot again, then we could puppy pile,” Roman teases from behind me, and I huff a laugh even as I hiss at him. “No one else is getting fucking shot, and that’s an order.”

Masculine laughs echo around me, and I open my eyes to see Nik sitting on the other side of Hunt, his hand holding Hunt’s hand. Rowan is standing at the end of the bed, one brow arched as he looks at me.

“Giving orders now, Lamb?” he asks, his tone dark and amused. I sniff, rubbing the tears from my eyes.

“Yes, and it’s one you all better obey, or so help me, god…” My voice is firm as I hold his gaze.

“So help you, god, what, Lamb?” Rowan questions, that damn smirk playing along his lips.

I pause, then let a smirk of my own tug my lips up. “Anyone who is shot loses pussy privileges.”

His eyes widen and he freezes. “You can’t stop us.”

“Oh, I can and I will, Rowan Kent,” I tell him sternly, the effect only ruined a little when I snuggle into Hunt. “Starting with Daddy here.”

His body tenses underneath my cheek. “Wait, what?”

I tilt my head up to look into his eyes, having to hold back the laugh that wants to spill from me at how indignant he looks.

“That’s right, Daddy. I will speak to Andrei, ask how long recovery is, and no pussy for the duration.” I give him a that’s right motherfucker nod.

“But— But when Nik shot Roman, you didn’t withhold pussy from him!” His jaw is slack, and it really is too funny to see how shocked he is. Good.

“That was then, this is now, Daddy,” I tell him, placing a kiss on his pec because I can’t help myself.

“Don’t worry, Daddy. She has two other holes that like to be filled,” Roman comments from behind me, and my eyes narrow as I sit up just enough to look at him.

“You’re right, Ro.” His smug smile widens. “No Iris privileges then. Daddy, you can thank Ro for pointing that out.”

“Wait— I didn’t—” Roman splutters, but I just settle back down into Hunt’s side, smiling at my cleverness.

“Don’t worry, Peaches. Nik and Roman have two very willing holes for me to fill while I wait for yours,” Hunt whispers, but clearly loud enough for the others to hear as they chuckle. My smile drops. Damn.

The bed shifts as Rowan gets on it, crawling up me and making me shuffle a little until his hands are braced on either side of my head.

“Don’t worry that beautiful head of yours, Lamb. I’ll play with you while you watch. Make it so he can hear how fucking wet you get from looking at them fucking each other.”

My breath catches on a gasp while Hunter and the other two groans at the visual. I open my mouth to reply, but Andrei strides into the room.

“No one will be fucking anyone tonight unless it’s Roman and Nik,” he states casually, matter-of-factly, as Dima and Bubby follow him in, carrying the bags they went to this mainland for.

“Did not need to know that, bruh,” Bubby states, shaking his head, and I giggle, my cheeks heating.

“Regardless, everyone bar Hunt and Iris off the bed so I can check them both,” Andrei orders, and interestingly, the guys comply instantly.

He comes to Hunter’s side of the bed, taking out a syringe and small bottle, filling it, then tapping the air out. “This is an antibiotic shot. The risk here is infection, so I’ll give this to you now and you can then take it orally for the next seven days, and we will monitor for any symptoms.” He doesn’t give Hunt a say, just takes his arm and injects it.

“Kind of bossy, aren’t you?” Hunt grumbles, his brows pinching when the needle goes in.

“You try giving medical attention to Nik for the past ten years and tell me how else I’m meant to get him to comply?” he asks, placing the bottle back in his kit and the used needle in a sharps box. Andrei is always prepared. His gaze turns to me. “We got the Labetalol Doctor Clive prescribed. It’s a beta-blocker that’s considered one of the first-line treatments for controlling high blood pressure during pregnancy. You need to take it orally,twice a day, and I’ll record your blood pressure to see if it takes effect.”

He roots in one of the bags, takes out a bottle, and tips a couple of tablets out of it. I sit up, Hunt’s hand on my lower back as he hands them to me, Nik handing me a small bottle of water. I swallow the tablets, then hold out my arm for Andrei to strap the new blood pressure cuff on. He notes down the numbers when it’s finished taking the reading.

“A little lower than before, but I’ll do it again once the medication takes effect. For now, rest, both of you,” he orders, packing up his stuff.

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