Sinclair sat up and curled his arm around my waist, nuzzling my throat.
“Yes,” Kyan finally said, turning his torso to look at me. Beads of water fell from the tips of his wet hair and down the sculpted lines of his chest. My stomach sank and I bit my tongue to stop my urge to yank him toward me. His brittle smile remained. “She touched me once.” He paused and I struggled to swallow. “The next time she did it, I fought and she beat me.”
My heart cracked for them.
“After that, she settled on beating me. Then Sinclair arrived and it stopped.” He cleared his throat. “I never saw her with you Sin, but I knew what she had to be doing. I should have said something.” Guilt riddled the bond from his side.
Sinclair reached past me and clamped his palm on Kyan’s shoulder.
“We were just kids, mate,” he comforted gruffly.
“So when Elias arrived, it stopped for you Sin?” I asked, dreading their response.
Sinclair grunted an affirmative. “Not abruptly, it was a slow retreat into her obsession with Elias.” He swallowed hard and he buried his face into my throat. “At one point, I tried to tempt her back to me, so she’d give Elias a rest,” he exhaled. “It didn’t work.”
“We lived under her thumb for years.” Elias finally spoke. He rolled onto his back and folded his arms behind his head. “Meanwhile we planned to get rid of her. Since we’re older, we had to be smart because we didn’t want Kyan to end up shoved in an orphanage.”
“But it worked in the end because she left Elias her fortune,” Sinclair added.
“And so began the rat poison,” I said absently.
Elias was so tense, I could see his muscles bunched under his skin. I reached to touch his leg.
“I’m sorry.”
He exhaled and rolled onto his side to face me, tucking his arm under his head. With him laying like that, his hair fell into his forehead.
“It’s okay, Briar.” Elias caught my hand and kissed my palm. “I’m going to rinse off.” Elias scooted off the bed and disappeared from my line of sight.
Sinclair’s arm banded around my waist and tucked me against him. “You need a kip.” I stifled another yawn. Kyan inched up on the bed, facing me. He tucked my messy, half-bleached hair behind my ear.
It didn’t take long for him to become blurry.
Chapter 55
Pleasure riddled my heavy limbs, weighing them into the cloud-like bed.
My heat was over, my body sated, and they’d washed me.
It was nice being cared for. I had zero energy to even lift my head.
“You have to eat, baby,” Kyan murmured, holding the strawberry to me. The tip of the cold fruit forced my lips open, and I bit down. Juice exploded on my tongue. I slurped to catch it, but some escaped from the corner of my mouth. Kyan leaned forward and swept his tongue across my chin.
I snorted and shook my head at him.
“What I have to do is stretch,” I griped. My limbs ached. Sinclair grabbed my leg and rubbed his fingers into it.
Elias was still sleeping, sprawled face-down. Sinclair kept massaging my legs, and I sank into it like gelatin. Kyan scootedbehind me, bracing my head on his lap, and his long fingers rubbed into my shoulders.
I dozed, enjoying their ministrations. Kyan said it was the biggest room. The empress bed flush against the wall took up most of this side of the space. I scooted over to the edge and pressed my toes into the soft rug. Our clothes were littered all over the place. A lamp completed the rustic look, illuminating everything with an amber glow.
How fucking crazy to end up surrounded by Greymont Pack . . . My Pack at their cabin?
Sinclair and Kyan chatted about random things, a football game, and then about the incoming storm. Their deep voices lulled me further. I never knew I’d have a thing for an accent, but Sinclair’s voice was oddly magnetic, especially when it became husky.
Elias groaned, flopping onto his back, the blanket sprawled over his waist, allowing a hint of his hip bones and the line of hair leading toward his hidden cock.
I pushed up and tossed my leg over his waist, pinning him down. He grunted, reaching up to cup my cheek. He stared up at me sleepily. A smile I couldn’t help but match.
