My skin is warm, and the way my hand glides stirs the building pressure between my legs. I shift the showerhead, making the water trickle over my pussy, and the added sensation causes a warm and gentle throbbing.
One touch, and my fingers are gliding through the gathering slick. My mind is full of images of Kade and Santiago andthe Alpha whose name I don’t know. My hips move, spurred on by memory and need, and the pulse of the water pressure adds to the building pleasure. Teasing myself with two fingers, I alternate, dipping them inside my pussy, then stroking myself slowly, adding the pulse of the water so it cascades against my clit.
I kneel, my fingers sinking in deeper, my body moving as I fight against my thoughts.They’rehere. They shouldn’t be, I’m happy they are, I’m confused by their presence. Pressing the showerhead hard up against my pussy, I shut down the noise in my head and give in, letting sweet desire-filled thoughts ofthembe the final push I need.
A deep moan falls past my lips as I squeeze my eyes shut, rollicking in the waves of pleasure for as long as possible. In that one moment, everything is beautiful and simple.
With endorphins and happy thoughts hazing out everything else, I load up on the body wash again, washing away the proof of what I did.
With fresh clothes on, the afterglow of a descent orgasm, and the dogs next to me, I feel a hundred times better. And ready to listen.
It’s odd. Even though I’ve been here such a short time, it’s like the house and I have history now. The earlier stress of being alone in Sergey’s house is no longer a big deal when you compare it to what I just survived. But, weirdly, it’s not being attacked that has me leaning against the doorjamb, taking in the very domesticated scene.
“Come on, Quinn, get your butt in here and sit down. You can stare at my good looks like you always do after a hard day at the office while I feed you,” Kade says without turning around.
I do what he says. I’m not surprised he knew I was here; he’s always been like that. I could say it’s due to the deep connection we share because we’re scent matched, but I won’t.I’m still trying to ignore the fact he’s around—now more than ever, considering I’m in Russia and about to marry Sergey.
Stepping into the kitchen, I take in how they dealt with my attacker—it’s oddly amusing in a macabre way. They rolled him up in the carpet, propping him up to sitting and placed in the small alcove that leads to the back door.
He looks like he’s in pain, but I’ve done all I can for him, plus Santiago is much more worthy of my attention.
He’s taken off his suit jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves, showing off his forearms. He’s as attractive as Kade is, and seeing them together feeds smutty thoughts of what the three of us could do together. Jesus, they mess me up.
“You good, bebe?” Santiago purrs, interrupting my dirty daydream. His eyes are heated, making the amber color look more like pools of warm caramel.
I get all tongue-tied, blushing bright pink. I drop my eyes to the plate of food he has ready for me in his hands.
“I’m hungry, okay?” I growl softly, lifting my gaze and making a point of staring at him, then at Kade.
They might be mine, but I can’t let them get comfortable with the concept. It’s way too dangerous for all of us.
Looking down at the table, I realize they haven’t set themselves a plate. “Don’t make me eat by myself.”
Santiago tips his head down, almost shyly. “We didn’t want to intrude.” I stare at him and watch the shy look on his face twist into a benevolent smirk. “Any more than we already have.”
I’m less subtle. “Yeah, right. I’ll get some water and snacks for the dogs while you serve yourselves.”
I’m not giving in; I’m working with what I’ve got and trying not to make it harder than it’s going to be.
“Whose dogs are they?” Kade asks casually, already reading where I am in terms of needing space but answers too.
“Sergey’s second-in-command, I guess.”
“Who?”
I shrug. The need to know more takes a back seat as I get busy trying to find something I can give the dogs. I find a small bag of treats. For big dogs who clearly need lots of food, it’s a bit of a sign that these dogs get their rewards in other ways. The Alpha I saw doesn’t look like a snuggler, but maybe he is.
As I hold up the treats, the dogs sit ramrod straight. I drop a little biscuit thing into two bowls, then put a bowl in front of each of them. Nalla thumps her tail, while the black dog stares me down, like he’s once again trying to tell me something.
They need the code word to release them again. Sadly for them, I can’t remember what I said for the life of me. Admittedly, it feels like eons ago now and not the few hours it was.
Santiago walks over, and I damn him for scrambling my brain with his light-filled energy and accompanying smirk. It’s a bad combination because I melt at it every damn time, which isn’t great when I’m fighting to keep distance between usandracking my brain for the word…and coming up blank.
He looks at me, concerned. “Are you alright?”
I slump down. “I can’t remember what I have to say to get them to eat.”
With a quick wink, he looks down at the dogs and snaps aggressively, “Okay.”
