What I saw emerge from their uniforms of sweatpants and jeans, T-shirts and flannel shirts, well surpassed anything seventeen-year-old me could’ve imagined. If I could have gone back in time and told younger me to hold on, awesome was coming, maybe it would’ve helped, because I was struck dumb now. I was weak, gross, bloodied, and my head hurt, but I couldn’t feel any of that as they walked over to the showerheads and turned the water on. I hissed at the resulting steam, depriving me of even one detail of each of those naked bodies.
“You’re needing.” I turned to see Micah standing by my side, his gaze sliding slowly over my body to return to meet mine. “You need us.”
I nodded slightly, my lips feeling glued together right now.
He moved in closer to the sound of the water, the slap of it hitting the tiles as the men washed themselves down. A hand came up, a thumb brushed my bottom lip, my mouth following it as he drew away. Micah just stared as his other hand landed on my hip and pulled me close so I could feel him—the tension in his body, the hard unrelenting muscle, the tight ache of his cock, ignored right now but pressing into me.
“C’mon.”
He grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to the showerheads, and Declan turned as he did so, lathering soap in his hands. Micah backed up until the water hit my skin, making me jump for a minute, and then I relaxed into it. The water was pulsing, loosening all the evidence of what had been done to me, sluicing it from my skin, only for it to swirl down the drain.
“Be careful. She’s still not one hundred percent”
I opened my eyes to see Zack, Lorcan, and Mase standing before me, hair dripping in points as they watched the other two men move closer. Declan slicked soap over my shoulder, down my arm, working in long strokes.
“She’s also not gonna rest until we’ve seen to her,” Micah said with a low growl. “No bag work for her this time.” A kiss burned on the skin of my neck, sizzling with all that foreign touch. “Need to exhaust her in a less strenuous way, so she can rest until she’s healed enough to take down whoever did this.”
Declan’s fingers worked their way around mine, cleaning off strangers’ touches and leaving just his.
“You’re gonna make her come?” Lorcan’s eyebrow jerked up, but his eyes grew heated as his hand went to his cock. He smiled when my eyes followed his hand, watching that long, slow swivel. “Gotta be careful. Gotta be good, hard, make her let go of all of that shit, but have to watch out. She’s hurting.”
“She’s also right here,” I said dryly.
“I know. I can feel it inside me now, your need, maybe louder and clearer than you can.” His eyes flicked to Zack. “Couldn’t work out how he just seemed to know what you needed, but I do now. It came to me when you bit me, made me yours…” He paused for a moment, his hand slowing, his face going almost blank as he remembered it. “This isn’t for you,” he told Micah sternly.
“It is,” Declan said, rubbing soap across my belly and then sweeping his hand up. “She doesn’t have to lay a finger on me, but I get this.” He drew my arm up, placed it around his shoulder as his hand skimmed over my sternum, his nose nuzzling into my neck. “I get to smell her need, feel her skin, press the body that I’ve spent years aching for against mine.”
He turned me to face him, my arms going around his neck as a matter of course, my mouth searching for his. Declan smiled, bright and pure, and then he kissed me, that bristly beard soft against my skin as I tasted him. I felt his hands rub soap all over me, his fingers too slick to give me the friction I needed but making me aware of how good it would feel when they did.
“God, I never thought I’d get another taste of you.”
Declan’s voice was low, hushed, and even though the others could hear it, it was just for me and him. I nipped at his mouth, wanting the feel of his lips dimpling under my fangs, wanting him, when a single soapy finger slid up my spine. I looked over my shoulder, saw Micah watching his hand move as if transfixed, but not for long. Declan tugged my mouth back to his, and I got lost in his lips, right as Micah did a very thorough inspection of my entire back.
“Fuuuck,” the other man groaned as he got to my arse, thumbs circling, Declan pulling away with a chuckle.
“I think we’ve answered the perennial question of whether Micah’s a tits, arse, or leg man.”
“It’s like two perfectly formed globes—”
“And what are you?” I asked Declan.
“You. I’m your man.”
For a moment, I just stared as I felt Micah’s exploratory kisses up the backs of my legs, his hands holding my ankles wide. Dec’s eyes barely blinked as he stared back, only softening as he smiled.
“I just want you, Paige, all of you.”
“So have her. The warm water’s running out, and she needs to be in bed,” Zack grumbled.
Declan just chuckled in response and spun me around, grabbing the soap and rubbing it into my pubic hair as Micah just watched, unblinking. He caught my every movement with those glowing predator eyes—the jump when Declan’s hand slid lower, the groan when his fingers parted my folds, scrubbing me clean in slower and slower movements. The soap acted like a lubricant as he rolled my clit between his fingers, making me
