My princess. My queen. My lioness and love.
“You save me too, Babygirl. For the rest of my life.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
ALENA
It’s controlledcommotion when we barrel through the door to Wilder and Remi’s cabin.
Mine or Loch’s are too small for all the kings, and the queens once they arrive.
I don’t leave Sasha’s side until she’s showered, warm, and in a pair of my sweats Loch grabbed from our cabin. He grabbed a set for me too.
Once Sasha is settled under a furry blanket on a sofa and no longer shivering, Loch caresses my shoulder. “Come on. You need to get warm and dressed.”
“I got her.” Axel takes a seat beside Sasha. Respecting her bruised boundaries, he leaves space between them.
Softly, he speaks to her in Russian, prompting her to turn to me, finally smiling, her aqua eyes sparkling, safe. “I okay. Alena. Thank you.” She gestures toward the bedroom with the bathroom where she just showered. “Go. Please.”
“She’ll be okay,” Loch mutters over my shoulder. “Like Axel won’t stab and salt any man who touches our sister.”
Speaking of, Remi stands behind the sofa where Sasha sits. Like a sentry posted with his arms crossed, he casts amenacing glare over the open living room, its plaid sofas and bear-suede chairs gathered under a vaulted ceiling, with soaring windows to the mountain below. As if any man in this cabin would ever hurt Sasha, but it’s cute how Remi glowers.
“Okay.” I let Loch guide me toward a bedroom. It must be Wilder’s. There’s a male masturbator, a large pump bottle of lube, comic books, and what the…
A copy ofTo Kill a Mockingbirdon his nightstand?
“God, that man is so strange,” I mutter, entering his bathroom, surprised to find it neat for such a killing creature of chaos.
But Loch doesn’t answer.
He closes the door and turns on the shower, letting steam fill the air as he unravels my messy braid. Carefully, he undresses me, softly kissing my scrapes and cuts as I let my last relieved tears fall.
Once I’m nude with my boots off, he undresses too. Letting me read the ink on his hard body. The love in his soft eyes.
Silently, he steps into the shower, taking my hand, protecting me from the pelting warm droplets until my skin heats, the stings on my flesh slowly melting away, soothed by his soapy touch.
While he shampoos my hair, massaging my scalp, I press my lips to the devil on his hulking chest, loving the irony of my man.
My bear.
My beast.
My king.
“I knew I’d make it home to you.” I sigh over his wet skin, feeling his heartbeat against my cheek. “I was tired and scared, but like you said, our love is the truth, and Fate proves it every time.”
Tipping my head, he turns my back toward the warmcascading drops, washing the suds from my hair, his lips by my ear. “I never need proof, Alena. I just need to love you, Babygirl.”
He finds the exact spot on my neck.
The one I tattooed with a small greenLlast month.
He kisses it, sucks it, licking it as his hands slowly palm my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples, then gently tugging and pinching them until I moan. Then he squats a bit, pressing his long erection down and aiming it between my wet thighs. Stroking his hard tip over my slick clit, he coaxes my edge for minutes until I’m begging, opening, needing. “Loch, please me.”
He’s so hungry. Hard. And hot. Grabbing my hips, he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist, my arms locked around his inked neck.
“You need me to please you, Alena?” He pins my back against the warm, wet tiles, lifting me to his height. “Want me to fuck you so hard, like you’re my beautiful queen?”
