Chapter Thirteen
Katriona
The next morning I’m wide awake before Sylan stirs from his power nap, as he calls them. Drake and Grey nowhere to be seen.
By my last look at the clock, this nap has lasted six hours and it’s my bet our last bout of lovemaking took every last drop of his cum and energy as it had mine. After our session in his office, he swooped me up and walked us through a secret door behind his desk that led to a higher level. So far, there’s not a room in this penthouse we haven’t made love in. In fact, we’ve made love so many times in the last day I’ve lost count. Muscles I didn’t know I had hum in satisfaction as I watch him sleep.
Sunshine pours over our naked bodies, and I run my hands through his hair, loving the soft, silky feel between my fingers. He has a leg wrapped over mine, and I smile. In some way, he’s had our bodies connected at all times since he brought me to his bed. I’m not complaining. I like the feel of him close at all times and the possessive drive behind it. After being alone for so long the contact soothes a part of me I didn’t realize I was missing. Not until him. Besides, belonging to the mobster makes me feel like the bad girl, but in a good way. I slip my leg from beneath his and cross the massive room, aiming for the shower. The cool, white marble floor on my bare feet is a delicious contrast against my sun-warmed skin.
I step into the shower as big as my entire bedroom in my tiny apartment. I moan long and low the second hot water jets out and hits my muscles.
I’ve made a firm decision. I’m never leaving this shower.
“Mo chroí.”
Despite not knowing its full meaning, I know it’s a tender endearment. Said in such a soft, deep pitch and I have no control over the way my heart gives a little. I open my eyes and step from the pouring water to see Sylan slide the glass door open with the most loving look in his eyes, and my heart jolts once more. I can’t help it, and I’m not wholly sure I want to either.
“Room for one more?”
Much to my satisfaction the only thing he’s wearing is a hint of a smile. My gaze falls to his stirring cock, and my body warms from the promises his body suggests.
“I think an entire team of men can fit in here, which I’m sure was the point,” I tease with a crook of a finger. “Where are Grey and Drake?”
“Off doing a few errands. They won’t be long.”
My heartbeat picks up speed as he prowls closer and only settles when he wraps me in his arms. I told my heart not to get involved, but it obeys my silent command about as well as my body does when it comes to any of them—not at all.
I smile and love the lingering kiss he presses to my shoulder.
Warm water cascades over us as he trails the tips of his fingers the length of my arms and over the curve of my ass as if he’s worshipping my body. Despite the rolling steam, a wave of goosebumps chases his touch over my flesh.
I arch, pushing my ass into his thick, hard length. The slight movement causes my blood to roar with a renewed need for him. I wonder briefly if it will always be this way. If they’ll always have this much control over my body and heart.
“Hungry,” he asks, using that smoky, rough tone I can’t seem to resist.
I nod.
“In time,” he says chuckling softly. “Let me care for you in another way, mo chroí. I want to provide everything you will ever need in this life, because I hold no hopes that when I die, I’ll go to heaven alongside such an angel. So I will use the time I have to prove you can trust your heart and the way it speaks to you about us. Maybe God will have mercy on me for caring for one of his angels.”
I turn in his arms and will the tears from my eyes. The power of his voice and words rumble through me and makes me whimper with a mix of emotions. First surprise and then relief that I’m not crazy for falling so fast after all.
It’s true. I’ve fallen for the mobsters who kidnapped and then loved me. The utterly dominant, fearsome and powerful men who take away all my pain. “It’s like our minds are connected, because I have no other explanation for how you’ve read my mind.”
“It’s in the way you look at us. The way you sought out our tough even as you slept.” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into him. “There’s so much awe in your beautiful amber eyes I’m nearly knocked to my knees standing before you. I can feel the love and my heart recognizes its soulmate. Grey. Drake. I know they feel the same. Now that we have you, our queen, you will never go a day without knowing the touch of your kings.”
He takes my smaller hand in his stronger one and kisses each of my knuckles. I look on in amazement how such a rough man can be so tender. I inhale at the feel of his warm tongue dragging over the soft skin. I marvel at how fire shoots through my body from such a small, teasing caress. I want to reach out, pull him to me and devour first his mouth and then work my way down from there.
He has other ideas, and I follow his lead as he places first my left and then right hand on the heated marble.
“You are not to move until I am finished.”
He nips at my shoulder, causing a full-on body shiver at the feel of his hard cock nudging my ass. “Not fair,” I try to say but my eyes are closing at the feel of his strong fingers working my scalp.
It doesn’t take long for me to fall under his hypnotic spell. Seconds, actually. The strength of his hands is my undoing, and I follow his husked command not to move just so he doesn’t stop his sweet torture on my scalp.
“Lean your head back now.”
I do and autopilot kicks on for a while as he rinses away the suds before lathering in conditioner.