Sevastyan’s tongue stroked and caressed hers as they swallowed each other’s hard breaths.
She didn’t know who pulled back first but when he eased her to the shower floor and her feet touched the wet tiles, she felt changed deeply and that nothing in her life would ever be the same again.
They stood in silence for long minutes, letting the water wash over them.
Silently, reverently, he turned her around and started washing her body. His strong hands making sure to touch every part of her as if memorizing the dips and curves.
She let her eyes close and only faintly registered him turning the water off moments later.
She took his hand and stepped out of the shower and into a waiting towel. The low growl in his throat told her she better not reach for the towel and let him care for her when she moved her hand to do just that.
“Let me care for you—it’s the least I can do.”
She grinned. He seemed to like doing that, she noticed.
Dried, he made quick work of applying a dressing to his wound, and then scooped her up against his broad chest and walked them to his bed.
Carefully laying her down, he moved in beside her, pulling her to him. They lay there, her draped over his chest. Her hand went to his tattoo and at the slightest touch, he drew in a deep breath, and the fire in his eyes sparked to life. He pulled her in and for long moments they lost themselves to a deep kiss.
When she spread her leg over him, feeling his arousal thick and hard again, he took her by the hips and moved her to straddle him.
Between them, his cock teased her sex, and the wet anticipation that coated her folds and thighs gave away just how much she wanted him again.
She rose to her knees and glided over his thick shaft, and returned the favor, not letting him enter her tight, aching core.
“Why did you wait so long to take me?” she asked in a hushed tone.
She leaned forward, pressing her palms into his chest, careful of his wound, so she could shimmy her hips.
Approval flashed in his eyes and the deep growl told her if she did it again, the beast in him would come out to play.
He took a steadying breath and cupped her face. “I wanted Roman to ease you into us. Matteo is a fucking dark bastard and I needed Lucian at the club. I couldn’t pull away and give you all of my attention so that left Roman. When we can’t all be by your side at least one of us will be.”
“Each of you is an extension of the other.”
He nodded. “I guess you can think of it that way.”
She sat up, pulling the sheets with her. It wasn’t time for modesty, but the way his eyes kept dropping to her breasts distracted him from the answers she needed him to give her.
“How would you look at it?”
He ripped away the sheet, rolled them to where she was on her back and he had her legs spread wide for his impressive size.
His dark brows pulled together. “You have four men worshiping at your feet. If one of us dies, there are three others there to care for you always.”
“Don’t say that.”
“My sweet little birdie, it’s true. This life of ours is dangerous.”
He traced his fingers up her calves and slid them under her knees, pushing her wider for him still.
“Sevastyan,” she gasped, her eyes dipping closed for a fraction of a second. “Does that mean—oh…mmm, that’s good.”
“Shh, now focus on this.”
He teased her clit with the rough pad of his thumb. Delicious excitement roared through her veins. The hot contact forced her back into an arch, jutting her breasts out, her nipples aroused and seeking attention.
“Sweet Jesus, this is going to cost me,” he muttered, kissing the softest skin just beneath her breasts.