Chapter 25
Scarlett
In the bathroom, Ash is already naked, bent over the sink with his eyes closed. Alexei is in the shower. He holds out a hand to invite me in. As I walk by, I grab Ash’s bare ass for comfort, like a good luck charm.
“Good work today, Mr. Force.” I slap his cheeks for good measure, watching his eyes open in the mirror’s reflection. He studies me while I undress, stripping my bloody wedding dress off.
“I told you I wouldn’t let him die,” he repeats, still wearing the goddamn sword. Nude. Covered in blood. Pale skin. Contacts removed. Black eyes. I shudder, turning toward the shower to find Alexei still waiting with his hand outstretched.
I climb in with him and he swallows back a gulp at the sight of all this foreign blood washing off me. If it were just my blood, just his or Bohnes’, Widow’s or Ash’s, that’d be one thing. This though? This is militia blood. Pathogens and killer cooties.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Alexei whispers, using his bare hands to rub my arms. It’s pretty dark in here, but I don’t need bright lights to know that I’m contaminating his soapy skin. “The doctor told me he’d wake up shortly. You should be ready for him.”
“Ready?” I ask, but Alexei doesn’t answer.
He meticulously soaps down my entire body. My breasts, filling his strong hands. The curves of my waist, tickled beneath his fingertips. Those same fingertips questing between my legs to play with the delicate folds of my cunt.
I’m thoroughly washed between the thighs, lending a new meaning to the word ready.
“Are you prepping for me sex, Marie? That what you’re up to?”
Alexei remains stubbornly silent, spinning me around and encouraging me to put my hands on the wall.
Oh, fuck. I almost tell him that he needs to wait until Bohnes is awake.
But I made a promise that we’d consummate the wedding as soon as possible.
I certainly won’t be fucking Alexei right after Bohnes wakes up.
Ash turns around, parking his ass against the sink and watching through the steamy glass as Alexei fits his hot cock between my legs.
I’m still bleeding, beholden to my stupid period.
It was so bad that when we got back here and I took my cup out, it had already overflowed and soaked my lingerie.
The shower is a good place for me to make a righteous man out of Alexei.
He holds onto my right hip for control, using his left hand to press his wedding rings against mine on the wall. It’s a quick, needy joining. That first thrust is brutal, Alexei burying himself to the hilt like it’s another vow.
“Fuck,” he purrs, leaning down to suck my ear.
That hand on the wall slides down, massaging my breast instead.
I’m nailed to the tile under the warm spray, the smack of his pelvis against my ass loud and echoing.
“I saw your faithfulness in action today, wife.” Alexei bites the side of my neck, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
“Your cleverness in the face of true terror.”
“Alexei, shut up,” I growl, closing my eyes.
He stops moving. His fingers trail away from my nipple, up and over my shoulder.
Pressing firmly against my back. Forcing me to hold still so he can shove all this horrible intimacy inside of me.
Not his cock though. He refuses to shove that in while he’s in the process of peeling back my shields.
I’m exposed.
I’m so fucking exposed tonight.
“Why? Because you’re too embarrassed to hear it?” He sounds righteously ruffled, like he wants to slap my emotional intimacy issues aside. I’m hurting because Bohnes almost died tonight. The feelings are hitting hard. What am I going to do here? Break down in front of them?
These are the only people I can or will ever break down for. Nisha and Bastian will need to see me as their provider from here on out. I need to actually lead them. So now, these emotional reactions are for us only.
“I’m not embarrassed,” I breathe as Alexei remains absolutely frozen behind me. No movement whatsoever. It’s aggravating. He’s waiting for me to tell the truth. “I feel like I’m fucking up by not having Chet dead and Jonas arrested already.”
Alexei and Ash look at each other, communicating something intense without talking. Their personalities are clicking together nicely now that they’re both able to relax in the same room. We’ve been through it at this point.
My husband fists my hair and pulls out, slamming back into me hard.
I’m barely able to keep myself standing, legs trembling as the deep, aggressive strokes hit me right at the core.
It’s good. It’s so good…and then he’s finishing in me while I’m still stuck right in the middle of it.
Alexei draws out again and grabs onto my arm, pulling me around to look at him.
I’m panting in the spray of water, studying his shadowed face, carved with silver from the night-light on the wall.
“Be patient and Jonas will walk himself into a trap he can’t get out of. The family is like a spider. All we need is the web.” Alexei takes my face in his hands, stern but earnest, too. Confident. “We are married to Widow, aren’t we?”
It’s an interesting way to phrase the question. I can’t wait to see how Widow might respond to hearing Alexei fuck me and then say something like that.
“I will kill Jonas,” Widow calls back, but without coming into the bathroom. He keeps his word and remains directly by Bohnes’ side. “So don’t worry about that part. It’s the not killing that makes this hard.”
I rub my wet hands against my face, mildly frustrated with Alexei for finishing so fast. Also, I like that he just grabbed me and consummated our marriage as quickly as humanly possible.
He’s been waiting for this moment all day.
Patiently. He had me the very first second it became appropriate to do so.
His timing is impeccable.
“He will never stop coming for me, so you’ll find a chance to trip him up. If we keep surviving, we’re winning.” Ash moves over to the shower door, slips in beside me and Alexei, and rinses himself with a quickness that speaks to anticipation.
Oh.
Once he’s clean, Ash pulls me out of the shower with him. He looks expectant and excited, like he knows what I’m thinking. We need to fuck, too. Me and him. Me and Widow.
We’re all very possessive monsters and regularly fucking helps cool down some of those violent inner urges. Today was a very violent day. We all need this. As soon as Bohnes wakes up…he’s mine. Alexei, he’s right again. I do need to be ready for Bohnes. Clean and wet and aroused.
I’ll be gentle, I swear.
Ash picks me up and sets me on the edge of the bathroom counter, arm around my waist, the night-light throwing bright gold directly into his face. The torture he suffered his entire life trained him for exactly this scenario. Ash knows how to survive Jonas Kelly.
Those sexy thumbs slide up the sides of my jaw and then down my cheekbones to my lips, pressing both inside my mouth at the same time. I suck on them as Ash holds still, letting me wiggle my hips around to find my own pleasure. He’s just far enough away that it’s making me crazy.
The guys are interacting in a way that makes them even more intriguing than they were solo.
Ash is doing it for me because he’s Ash.
Gentle on the inside. Emotional. Deep. Practical.
Violent. He’s also doing it for me because he saved Bohnes’ life.
He killed Widow’s tormentor. He sucked Alexei’s dick.
“Can I tie you up and make you suck dick?” I whisper, feeling him freeze up in my arms. I bite his ear, lick the side of his neck. “Blindfold you, so you don’t know who’s sucking yours. No safe word, right?”
“I don’t want a safe word with you,” he agrees, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and putting our foreheads together. “Do whatever you want to me. I trust you.”
“That feels like a trick,” I tease, grabbing him by the hips and dragging him to me.
He lets me do it because he doesn’t want to wait either.
His cock presses against my opening and then slips between my lips.
A moan escapes me as I throw one arm around his neck, kissing him.
It feels good to kiss Ash. His pretty mouth is absolutely dripping with barely repressed obsession.
I pull back on purpose, and he rams his dick into me, fingers tight on the back of my neck.
“No.” He kisses me again, and I feel this excited little jolt in my belly. He’s actively holding my head there, just a fraction of an inch from his lips. That’s as far as he lets me get. “If you don’t want to kiss me, you can use the safe word.”
An electric buzz rattles my bones.
“No safe word,” I whisper back, adrenaline flooding my system. I have desires and I’m putting all my trust in these men to indulge me safely. If they ever break that trust, they’re dead. They understand that. I want to see what Ash will do if I let him go wild.
He grabs my chin and forces his mouth on me, using his thumbs to encourage my teeth to open.
His tongue overtakes everything and my skin goes wild with shivers.
I open for him, curling my leg around his body.
He goes absolutely mad for me as my nails find his back, knocking into the antique murder weapon strapped across his muscles.
The idea of us living this boundaryless existence where we subsist exclusively for each other, it’s making us insane. We’re going to have that. We’re headed in that direction.
I cum so hard on Ash’s dick that he releases my chin and slams his palm into the mirror behind me, cracking it with a curse.
He explodes inside of me, kissing my mouth and rocking his hips like he’s only half in control of all that.
Blood and cum drip down my ass cheeks, destroying Alexei’s pristine bathroom.
“Shit.” Ash pulls back from me, swiping his arm across his mouth. Freezing there. Dark eyes staring at me above it. He slowly drops his arm to his side, pulling away. There’s blood all over his crotch, my blood this time.