Chapter 55
Chapter
Fifty-Five
Waking up this time, I feel better. Different even. Climbing over Tyson, I stop on my way out the door to pull a blanket over King who’s on the sectional in the bedroom suite.
“You good, killer?” he mumbles, his eyes opening up as soon as I move the blanket.
“Yeah. I’m going to have a shower and order room service. I’ll wake you up again soon.”
Of course he follows me out of the room. Along with Tyson.
“You should have slept longer,” I say, intentionally staying quiet so Steel can rest more. Except my stomach decides to make enough noise to wake the dead.
King ignores my earlier comment and my tummy, scooping me off my feet and carrying me through the hotel suite to the sitting room. He bends over so I can pick up the remote control for the television before sitting down with me in his lap.
“Swanky hotel has the Room Service order system up on the television,” he explains.
“Most do,” I tell him, while figuring out which buttons to press. He’s quiet while I sort it out, and I don’t bother asking him what he or Ty want to eat, I just order everything I think will be good.
“Fuck, Tris, that’s enough,” King grumbles after my second run through of the menu. He grabs the remote out of my hand and finishes the order, waiting until he sees the timer for delivery before he throws the remote over to the other side of the room.
He pulls my head to his chest, and the steady beat of his heart is racing before his voice rumbles through where we’re joined. “You ready?”
I shake my head. I knew this was coming and I also knew he wouldn’t let it go, and I love him for that. Standing up in front of him, I wait until Tyson takes a seat next to King on the sectional.
Taking one more big steady breath, I look at them both before I pull off the top I was sleeping in and drag Maverick’s shorts down too. Tyson sits up on the edge of his seat, his hands running over each bruise and cut while King waits his turn.
Tyson is detached in his assessment, well, his touches are. The simmering anger in his eyes is very much in line with the raging inferno in King’s.
“Do you have any sore spots? More than the others, I mean,” Tyson asks, turning me around for another look.
“Just here.” I point to the edge of my collar bone. And Tyson’s hands glide under mine pressing down gently.
“Nothing is broken.”
“Yeah, I figured.” And then I climb in the middle of them both, grab a hand from each of them to anchor us together as they look at my neck. And I know it’s bad. I saw the ring of bruises in the mirror quickly last night, make-up will cover it up easily but the both of them are also aware Rex choked me out.
Tyson leans up and presses a kiss on the side where his bite is before his kisses move over the bruises from Rex’s fingers. “You’re so brave, my girl. I’m sorry you got hurt.”
Tyson looks at King, his stormy eyes full of everything we don’t need to say, before he gently pushes me over onto King’s lap. “I’ll get a shower going.”
King doesn’t say a word yet. I know he’s pissed off. I am too. But I need to move past what happened. I nab King’s hands and lift them up to where Rex’s were. He looks coldly at me, and I stare at him hard.
“Don’t you treat me like I can break. You never have before,” I growl, leaning backwards, making the pressure of King’s hands tighten; it’s that or I fall off his lap.
“I get that. You’re not going to be around when I have a chat with Rex.”
“Didn’t want to be. He’s a disgusting piece of shit and I never want to see his face again. I suspect you won’t be alone though.”
He shrugs, his lips lifting up slightly. “Good. They need the reminder of what I will fucking do to anyone if you’re hurt.”
“Fine. But you will also remember I won’t break. I haven’t yet and we’ve gone through some serious shit and we’re still… amazing.”
I’m nearly lying completely backwards, the only thing keeping me from falling is him.
He smirks, his eyes starting to move off the bruises and back on my body.
“Want to come shower with me and Tyson? I need to feel like myself again,” I say, manoeuvring one of my legs out from under me to rest on the cushion ensuring he knows what I’m talking about.
The scent of my anxiety is strong, but so is my determination.
“Might mix things up this time, killer,” he says, drawing me back closer to his lips, with the strength of his hands around my throat. Replacing memories.
“What do you mean?” I shiver because while we’re talking about bad times, he’s also got that same twinkle in his eye as I know I do.
“You and me make a deal,” he winks without moving an inch, but his fingers tighten some more.
“What are the terms?” Because I’m not stupid. King is a manipulative bastard on a good day, and we haven’t had a good day for a while.
“See, I was thinking sometimes Maverick just fucks you so pretty, I want to join in and break my rules of not sharing you.”
“No!?!… Really?” I ask, so on board with what he’s suggesting.
“Sure. Given the right motivation I’m sure you and me will both be happy.”
I stop fantasising about us all together to glare at him. “Motivation?”
He chuckles before his laughter disappears. “I want the names of the women who took you.”
I laugh before leaning in to kiss his scowl. “As if I wasn’t going to tell you: Mary and Margaret.”
He pulls back, shocked. “You sure?”
“Yes. I scared the shit out of them.”
He smirks. “That’s my girl.”
“King, two names, means two times. No ifs, and, or buts, buddy. So, I want you in the shower with me and Tyson right this second, and then I want everyone in your bed at your house.”
King reclines, looking perplexed or troubled, but I can see past the act. He’s already agreed, but it’s still nice to see him pretend to think about it. Except of course his phone rings, Joker’s name on the display. He leans in quickly to kiss the argument off my lips. “Guess you got another favour coming your way. Sorry, killer, I gotta take this. Leave the door open though so I can listen to you coming.”
I climb off his lap, but he nabs my retreating form to pull me back to him to bite my ass hard enough to make me yip, right at the same time he picks up. And as much as I long for the thought of having Tyson and King together, it’s also not really the time for it to happen.
All the lights are on in the bathroom, and I know Tyson would have done that very intentionally. His eyes are closed, the water cascading over his face but the instant I set foot in the bathroom he pushes the shower door open.
“You okay?” he asks, quietly giving me the room and space to come to him. Which I do. I curl up under his arm before he turns me to his chest, wrapping his arms around my back to hold me close.
“I’m getting there. I need your help though.”
The look I get back ensures I know he’d do anything to help both now and in the future, but that is Tyson to a tee.
“I need to know my body is mine. It might not be the right thing to do, it might be way too soon and I might freak out but…”
“No one can tell another person how to heal. Everyone probably has a story to tell or a titbit they see as relevant but only you know what is right for you. Of course I’ll do anything to help you.”
“You don’t think it’s wrong?”
“I’ll fucking crucify anyone who makes you believe anything you do is wrong. Tell me what to do.”
“I might lock up.”
“And I might too, but we can try together. Because that bite on your throat means you’re not on your own ever again. When you’re down I’ll do everything in my power to lift you back up.”
Tyson lets me go for a second before fiddling with the shower nozzle, dropping it down lower. Then he holds my hand again and starts to sit down on the floor of the shower, pulling me with him.
Reaching up, he grabs the soap and a sponge before he suds it up. “Come here. Let’s make some memories of your Alpha looking after you.”
And that’s exactly what he does. He soaps us up, making me so slippery with too many bubbles that the both of us end up laughing while trying to hold on to each other.
I grab a hold of his shoulders, squeezing my thighs around his waist as I try not to slide off before I stop and look down at him. Tyson looks like he’s been attending a foam party—his tattoos are hidden under a sea of bubbles, his hair is all over the place, he looks completely unlike himself but so at ease with being this version of who he is, for me. And that’s what nearly sets my freak out off again, more than the memories of what Rex did.
He pulls me down and wraps his arms around me, kissing the shock off my lips before pulling away. “You are such an amazing person, Tristan. How’d I get so lucky and find you?”
“Deranged Alpha in the hospital, heat-spike, good times in your room, remember?”
“I’m deranged right now,” he whispers before kissing me until the both of us are crazy in lust and need.
Without breaking our kiss we shuffle, careful so we don’t slide away again. He knocks my legs wider, before he pushes himself inside, like we’ve never had bad times to cloud our past. Except he didn’t count for the bubbles and while it feels incredible to have him inside my body again, it’s pretty obvious it’s not going to work.
Tyson growls, pushing me off him. He hits the faucet to shut it off before he shimmies the both of us over the bubbles and out of the shower. It takes him less than a handful of seconds until he’s grabbed every towel available, making the tiles as soft as ever. Grabbing me in for a kiss that is still a different version of Tyson than what I’ve seen to date, he turns me around, placing my hands on the edge of the bath before spreading my legs as wide as they go. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
Tyson doesn’t wait for an answer; he is inside my body the very next second. He is everywhere, using his hands, his mouth, his scent to remind me of my strength, but his too. He isn’t soft and he definitely doesn’t treat me like he thinks I will crack under the pressure. He fucks me hard and fast, praising me for taking his cock so good.
“Fuck, take it all,” he demands, falling over me from behind before biting the back of my neck.
In barely any time at all, he has me begging and whimpering for his knot and for release.
“Come on, baby girl, squeeze me harder. Let me feel your pretty little cunt desperate for her Alpha’s come.” With a brutal shove that nearly sends me headfirst into the bath, he slams his knot home. I can barely breathe, as my orgasm smashes into me harder than he does. I feel like I’m falling from the greatest height, but Tyson binds his arms around me, pulling us both backwards so I’m sitting on his thighs, riding his knot.
“Such a good fucking girl for me. Ride me harder, let me feel your slick on my knot.”
He keeps powering up from under me, his cock hitting so deep while his knot locks us together. The way he ruts into me, the dirty talk in my ear obliterates some of my doubts and fears, but he switches gears when he whispers the sweetest fucking words ever, his teeth biting me again; he fucks me until I can’t possibly orgasm anymore.
I seriously think I’m a rag doll when he slows us right down, and it’s lucky he’s got his arms around me because I flop forward.
“You are fucking amazing, Tristan.”
I’m breathing hard like I ran a marathon. Feeling elated like I finished first. “I seriously think I died.”
“Pretty sure we’ve got a long way to go before I fuck you to death. I don’t mind pushing to see your limits though, baby girl. Your heart is racing against my hand.” He laughs.
“No seriously, I think I am dead. I’m like a limp noodle.”
“Such a cute limp noodle who takes my cock so fucking good,” he growls as he bites me again, making me squeal.
Linking his hands in mine Tyson buries his face in the crook of my neck as we wait for his knot to deflate, “Ty, don’t let Steel be there with Rex. He’s messed Steel up enough, and you know if he can he will be a prick over and over, leaving us to put him back together.”
He chuckles but it’s without humour. “That would be like me saying no to you just now.”
“We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?”
“You know it. But goddamn we have some things to sort out.” He helps me up to standing once his knot goes down enough. Tyson refuses to let go of my hand as we go back into the shower. “Don’t slip over. We’ve got lots to do and broken legs will only hold us back.”
I twist around, “Like?”
“Whatever your heart desires. But I think we need to figure out where we’re going to live first.”
“Probably a good start.” I stay stock still as he washes all the bubbles away, but of course Tyson is over cautious and nabs a towel from the pile we just used, throwing it on the floor for me to stand on.
Then he washes me from head to toe, intentionally leaving me full of his claim, and when he dries me off he scent marks me all over again. I don’t mind one bit though, I needed him and what we did helped me more than I can put into words. I walk out of the bathroom, a different person than when I went in.
King’s dressed, so are the others and our food arrived.
“Good shower, killer?” He smirks, pointing at a fresh pile of clothes for me to put on.
Steel looks at me, his eyes trailing slowly over my bruises before he looks at the faint outline of his name, the permanent marker still on my skin.
“Jesus, he did that too?”
“It’s gone now,” I answer, shimmering into my panties before pulling on a pair of skintight jeans. I have to lie down on the sofa real quick to zip them up, but as soon as they’re on I hop up again.
“Speaking of tattoos,” King smirks, “You have an appointment with Stain the second we get back to the compound.”
“Pardon?” I stammer, while tugging on a tight singlet top, purposely not wearing a bra.
Not waiting for King to answer me, I lean over to get a kiss from Maverick before I straddle Steel’s lap. “Too much?” I ask carefully.
“Not nearly enough. Want to take a shower with me?”
“Yes.”
“No,” King barks. “Later you two can do whatever you want. Right now, we’re eating and then we’re leaving straight after. It’s about another four hours from here back to the compound. Tristan, you heard me right about Stain, he’s inking you up.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine.”
“And I believe I have a pack.”
“I don’t give a fuck if you want their names too, but mine is a non-negotiable. We’re going home, killer, and that means we’re dealing with club shit. Club shit I should have done a while ago, but one of those is my name on your body. Plus, I’m tattooing your ring on your finger. Yeah?”
“I want that ring back. They nearly broke my fucking finger ripping it off. One of them clearly thinks you have history.”
He shakes his head. “I haven’t been with anyone before you for a while. And definitely haven’t touched another woman since you and me met.”
I climb off Steel’s lap, because we both need to eat, and we’ll just keep distracting each other. But I also have this growing need to be the one to serve them. It’s such a stupid thing, I mean they are grown men capable of feeding themselves but this is another thing I am reclaiming. I set out five plates in a row, and I take my time making sure they have the same and it’s set out nicely before I hop up and carry their food to them. Providing for them honestly fills me with a sense of peace.
I sit down in front of them, none of them has started yet and I know they’re waiting for me.
“Now we’re packed,” I look up at each of them taking a long time as I go from each of them to the next, “I think it’s probably a good time to tell you, I can’t cook for shit.”
“Jesus, I can confirm that.” King laughs, flicking his chin up at me, waiting for me to start.
As soon as I take a bite, they do. And doing something as simple as eating together again feels fucking amazing. Not as good as getting railed by Tyson’s perfect dick, but there’s no doubt another piece of me returns.