Rafe’s fingertips grazed over my scars. My shoulders hiked up, and I tensed.
“Who did this?”
I debated not answering, but if they pitied me . . . would they consider releasing me?
“My father,” my voice cracked. I quickly cleared my throat. A soft touch against my back made me stiffen.
“Seeing your scars made Dorian volatile. They’re similar to some of his.” Cade cupped the side of my breast.
“He has scars?” I gasped.
“Cade,” Rafe chastised, disapproval in his tone.
“What’s the harm in answering her questions?”
“None.” I squeezed Rafe’s forearm.
Dorian definitely seemed more abrupt since last night.
“We all have scars, Omega,” Cade murmured. Some unnamed emotion flashed across his eyes. An old pain that lived inside him.
He took my hand and pressed it against his rib cage, more toward his lower back. Guiding me—showing me. I pushed to my knees, shucking the other sleeve of my PJs so I was left without a top. Cade followed my urging to roll onto his stomach.
Jagged slashes stretched toward his lower spine. Long since healed, but the scars told me how severe they would have been. The smooth lines were layered, as if he were always cut here.
I rounded my wide eyes to Rafe. He stared silently, then leaned his shoulder for me to see. I scooted up the mattress, leaning my side into his to see the damage on his shoulders stretching up. These marks were more jagged and rough. Aggressive lines that were layered. What had been done to them?
“What are these from?” I whispered.
“Mine are from a whip. Rafe’s from different knives.” Cade answered for him. “Dorian’s are the worst.”
The worst?!
“Who did this to you guys?” I asked, violence edging my voice. My heart had crawled into my throat. I met their shadowed eyes, but they didn’t show me anything. They wereboth cold . . . somewhere else. “You can’t just leave my questions unanswered, not now.”
I hated the desperate edge in my tone.
“Thecaretakersat the Forest Peak Orphanage. Where we grew up.” The sarcasm when Cade said caretakers wasn’t difficult to miss. I’d heard them mention an orphanage to the Greymont Pack . . .
“And Susanna was with you guys.”
“She arrived when she was fourteen,” Cade answered again. “She was the one to?—”
“Enough,” Rafe bit out.
Cade met Rafe’s eyes, and rolled them to the ceiling, then returned them to me. “What is it about you that has me spilling what I shouldn’t be?” Cade smirked. He snatched my waist, yanking me toward him until I landed on his chest. My breasts pressed against his hard, muscled torso.
“Oh,” I gasped. I was still reeling from the rush of information, and based on whatever Cade was about to add, that wasn’t the end of it. There was more about Susanna and her role.
“I’ve been waiting long enough,” Cade mumbled, his hand sliding in under my shorts. He curved his finger, sliding the long digit against my bundle of nerves.
My mouth parted, and I exhaled. From behind, Rafe tugged the shorts down until they were at my knees, and his arm went around me to cup my breast.
A shiver crested down my spine, and I moaned, becoming supine in their grip. Rafe hoisted me until my legs were stretched out and I was smashed between them, Cade’s hand still against my sex.
“Such a wet pussy,” Cade murmured, withdrew his hand from me and lifted his fingers to his mouth. He licked them.
Without anything to do with my hands, I slid them onto his chest. Rafe pulled my leg up, curling his arm under it to braceit. The prod of his cock invaded my sex. Like a greedy Omega, I pushed my hips back, taking in another inch.
