Page 69 of Owned By Shadows

“If I separate from Iris, Sergi’s attention will be divided, which gives her the best chance of safety.” I will him to understand. He’s a protector after all. We have that in common. “He’ll have to decide to follow me or her, and I’ll make sure his attention is on me. Plus, she can’t really be moved right now. It’s too risky.” Hunt’s jaw works, his teeth grinding audibly. “I’ve already sent our message, undermining him to his captains and lieutenants, making it clear it was me who leaked the information.”

“You. Did. What?” I’ve never heard Hunt so cold, like ice that burns before you’ve even registered it. He gets up, prowling around to my side of the bed. I follow him with my gaze, not daring to take my eyes off this predator who has me in his sights. It’s equally terrifying and arousing. “You want to repeat that for me, Sweetheart?” He stands in front of me, forcing me to look up into his emerald eyes which swirl with anger.

“It’s done, Hunt. He’ll be gunning for me now, taking the heat off you guys and her.” My voice doesn’t tremble. Hunter Anderson isn’t the only apex predator in the room. “And I can deal with him. I’ve been doing it my whole life and I’ll have Dima with me. Andrei can stay here with Iris. Help her.”

Hunt’s lip lifts in a snarl, his mouth opening, but a soft voice from behind me freezes the blood in my veins.

“You’re leaving me?”

All the breath leaves my lungs at her tone of desolation, and I twist back around to see her sitting up, facing me, tears making the green of her hazel eyes sparkle and shine.

“Moye Solntse,” I plead, reaching out and gathering her into my arms, then guiding her onto my lap. I cradle her face betweenmy palms, our eyes locked. “Not forever,Malyshka. Just to eradicate my father so he can’t hurt you or our baby.”

“But he can hurt you, Nik,” she replies, her voice thick with tears, and it’s like a stab straight into my heart. “And if you’re alone, even with Dima, the odds are stacked against you.”

I can’t deny her words, because she’s right. Even with the rest of the Shadows, the odds are against us. My father is head of the Russian Bratva in London, and although I’ve been working to gain the loyalty of his men, some are still on his side and there are so many unknowns. We don’t know what we’ll be up against, but there will probably be more of them than us.

Though none of that matters if there’s even a chance to keep her safe.

“I need to keep you safe,Malyshka, our son too, and with your condition, it’s become too dangerous to wait much longer.”

“And what about me? What about the fact that I need you, all of you? And our son? He needs all his daddies too,” she chokes out, tears tracking down her cheeks and scalding my skin when they hit my hands.

“I’ll go with him.” Rowan’s voice has us all looking at him, resting at the end of the bed. A T-shirt covers his bandaged shoulder, but his face is set in a hard line. “I’ll go, and we’ll take Dima as an advance team. We’ll draw Sergi’s attention to us. Then, when it’s safe for you to follow, you guys can come via a separate and safer route.”

“You’ll keep in contact and keep us up to date with the plan to confront Sergi. You won’t do that without us,” Hunt decrees, and I can feel the tension in Iris. She wants to argue, but she knows that at the moment, she needs to focus on herself and keeping her stress levels as low as possible.

“We can do that,” I reply, turning my gaze to Hunt but keeping Iris’s face in my palms. “The important thing here is to divide Sergi’s attention, split his focus so that Iris remains safe.”

“You need to check in every day, twice a day,” Iris tells me, and I turn my focus back to her, my thumbs swiping over her damp skin.

“I promise we’ll keep in touch,” I tell her, and some of the tension leaves her.

“Twice a day,” she insists, a serious look on her beautiful face, and I smile. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have a woman such as Iris Anderson love me, but I’ll never stop thanking the fates for it.

“Twice a day,” I assure her, using my grip on her face to bring her lips closer to mine.

She comes willingly, which has my dick twitching in my shorts, but I ignore him and press our lips together. It’s exactly as it has been since I first kissed her, like coming home. And not the home I had growing up, but the kind that is warm and inviting, full of love and laughter, and my chest tightens with the need to make this my reality.

Her entire body sighs into mine as my tongue probes her lips, and she opens to me like she needs me as much as I need her. Then her hands tangle in my open shirt, which I didn’t bother to do up because I was in such a hurry to get here and make sure she was okay. Now I’m grateful because her small hands are roaming over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake and my blood heating.

“Nik,” she breathes against my lips when I let her take a breath. “Please.”

I don’t stop her when her hands find the buttons of my shorts, undoing them as my lips come back over hers, desperate to keep tasting her. She wastes no time in pulling my hard cock out, and as she’s already straddling my lap, knees either side of my hips, it doesn’t take much for her to pull aside her knickers and line my tip up with her wet opening.

We both groan, pausing our kiss when she sinks down onto me, and fuck. This is home, being buried inside her damp heat.

“Jesus,Kotenok,” I rasp, my head falling back as she takes control and rides me. Her hands find purchase on my shoulders, and her gasps and moans are the sweetest music. She’s so fucking wet, gliding up and down my cock in a way that I know will have me coming in mere moments, especially as I’ve not had a release since we came to this damn island.

I open my eyes as her hands leave my shoulders to pull her T-shirt over her head, leaving her in just the knickers that are tugged to the side. Her beautiful, full tits bounce in my face, and I can’t help but lean down to capture one in my mouth, sucking on it.

“Fuck, Nik!” she gasps, her inner walls tightening around me, liquid soaking me as she comes with a deep, feminine cry.

It’s enough to have my climax ripping through me, and I swear it’s like all my nerve endings have imploded and exploded at the same time. I don’t even have the time to be embarrassed by how quickly I just came because it feels too damn good. She keeps riding me, like she’s trying to drain me of every last drop, every shot of pleasure that’s threatening to undo me.

Finally, we both come down from our highs, chests heaving, and I blink my eyes open to find emerald eyes burning into mine.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

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