She took the monster shoes off before she climbed on, and then lay silently while he examined the bottoms of her feet first and then moved up her body, poking at spots on her thighs, her ass, her back, all the way up.
“Flip.”
She did, and once again remained passive while he looked over every inch of the front and sides of her body.
His touch was clinical, but the tension in his jaw, the flicker of muscle beneath his eyes, the way his gaze tracked every wince, all showed her he acted out of concern and caring.Love.
But also some kind of complex math in his head about how fast she healed, how much they could hurt her during days-long scenes and expect to be able to do it again the next day.
“Legs up and out.”
He parted her cleft, lifted her clit hood, pressed all around her clit before gently pressing directly down on it. He stuck a lubed finger into her ass, then her pussy.
“It’s like you’ve managed three or four days of human healing already. The worst of it didn’t happen until one in the morning, so it’s only been fifteen hours.”
“Means when we do this fordays,” Silas noted, leaned against the doorframe, “we can hurt her more each day than we could even a wolf.”
She ignored him, focusing on Kenny instead. “I’ve always healed faster than other shifters, Sir, but it’s even more now. Maybe because of the bleedover from the magic I get from you? The Alpha thing?”
Kenny studied her face, then leaned down to get her slippers, and he put them on her feet, still stuck in the air. “Could be. Or it could just be you, pet. Stronger than you know. Permission to return to bed.”
She crawled back into the bed with Boone, leaving the slippers so they’d be handy for a bathroom trip, and let him fold her into his body.
She wasn’t allowed a television in her bedroom, but Kenny had brought one in for the day, and since she got to choose what they watched, she picked the very British police procedural with the tall, dark, and devastatingly gorgeous detective who kept chasing the beautiful, genius-level sociopath who might be his soulmate. It was moody and violent and wrong in all the right ways.
The men had assumed they would hate whatever she chose, but they were all into it too.
Kenny paused it every two episodes to do her inspection, and Silas brought food up every other hour.
It was a completely luxurious, extravagant day, being waited on hand and foot, hanging out in bed, in the arms of her men, streaming shows.
And when she fell asleep between Kenny and Silas that night, her last thought was that it would be Christmas morning when she woke.
Chapter 24
Willow woke to find Kenny watching her, his head on his hand, looking down at her. His dark hair was tousled, his eyes steady, warm.
She turned her head and found Silas on her other side, doing the same thing. Staring at her. Unmoving. Intense.
And then her gaze caught the glow — colored lights reflecting on the wall.
The tree was lit, and she smiled before her brain caught up.
Christmas.
Kenny grinned and brushed a knuckle along her cheek. “Merry Christmas. Get a dress on and get your ass downstairs. Boone’s already down there, starting a fire.”
She sat up, and her gaze drifted to the tree with all the kinky ornaments.
A quick trip to the bathroom to brush her teeth. There was no hair to brush, but that was okay. She smiled at herself in the mirror, and the woman looking back was Willow, not the thing they’d reduced her to. She couldn’t be both at the same time, but that was okay. She was herself now, she’d be the other thing another time.
She put her white fluffy slippers on and then made her way to the hallway to open her armoire. She’d asked to be able to getinto her closet a few days earlier to move the red and white dress she wanted to wear today into it, but she really wished it was big enough to hold more clothes at a time.
She tugged it on, wiggled her toasty warm toes, and went down the stairs for the first time since she’d been a voicelessthing.
She still had more processing to do, but she was absolutely certain she wanted a longer experience so she could have time to live with beingless thanfor a few days. Fully settle into it.
By the time she made it down the stairs, the scent of fresh coffee and evergreen was already wrapping around her. The fire Boone had built crackled steadily, heat radiating into the room.
