"Always together," I confirm, pulling her to her feet.
The suite's bathroom is a marvel of excess, designed precisely for this purpose. The shower could accommodate a small gathering, with multiple water jets positioned at various heights and angles. The walls are a smart material that turns opaque for privacy or transparent for exhibition, depending on our mood.
Today we keep them opaque.
I adjust the water temperature while Rafe guides Eve under the spray. She sighs as the heat hits her skin, washing away the evidence of our sexual activities.
"Let us wash you," Rafe says when she reaches for the cleanser.
“Let us worship you, Eve,” I add.
We work in tandem, four hands devoted to her care. I wash her hair with slow massages that make her melt against me. Rafe soaps her body with meticulous attention, not missing an inch of skin. When his fingers slip between her legs, she whimpers.
"Sensitive?" he asks.
"You know I am." But she doesn't pull away, she just opens her legs wider.
"Good." I rinse her hair, then turn her to face me. "Because we're not nearly finished with you."
"We have work?—"
"We have time," Rafe corrects, dropping to his knees before her. “I’ll be gentle. I just have to know that you're mine all day.”
What follows is worship in the truest sense. My brother's mouth between her legs, my hands on her breasts, and her cries echoing off the shower walls. We take turns pleasuring her, driving her from one peak to another, and it’s only when she’s begging us that we bring her to climax again.
Afterward, I hold her upright while Rafe rinses us all clean, then we wrap her in soft towels.
"I can't feel my legs," she says as we guide her back to the bedroom.
"You don't need them yet," I assure her. "Breakfast will be here soon. Then, you can recover while we eat."
As if summoned, the door chimes. Rafe wraps a blue silk robe around himself and goes to answer it. Our personal staff enter and begin setting up breakfast on the suite's dining table and laying out clothes for all three of us.
Eve watches from the bed, towel clutched around her, as they work. "They know," she says. "Everyone will know."
"That you're ours? Everyone, but you, already knew that." I select a set of clothes for her from what my attendant has brought. Her formal reception uniform, but in finer fabric than usual. "Stand up and let me dress you.”
As I help her dress, my hands linger longer than necessary, but I can’t help myself. When I’m finished, I look her up and down, but I addressmy brother. “We should ensure everyone understands exactly who she belongs to. Especially if she’s going to wear more Reima Two fashions in the evenings."
Rafe's eyes darken with understanding. "Scent marking."
"The most primitive and effective declaration of ownership in the galaxy,” I say.
"What are you talking about?"
"Protecting you." I move behind her while Rafe approaches from the front. "Tribune Jin Kol and every other predator needs to understand that you're already claimed."
"I don't understand?—"
"Shhh.” Rafe's hands frame her face with surprising gentleness. "You're going to be carrying our scent so deeply embedded in your skin that no one will dare challenge our claim."
I press against her back, my hands finding her wrists and drawing them behind her.
"This is insane," she says, but her body tells a different story.
"This is necessary," I correct, holding her arms in place with one hand while the other traces a line down her back. "Unless you'd prefer to face Jin Kol unprotected? Let him think you're available for his sexual pleasure?"
"No."
