Chapter 27
SKY
The patter of water hitting tile behind me filled my ears. I stood in front of the mirror, naked, staring at myself as the shower heated.
I stared at my pale skin littered with scars and track-marks and chemical burns from the years spent in the facility. All the horrors they’d put us through, all the so-called “testing” they’d done.
I stared at the fading red stretch marks on my stomach from three pregnancies, the way the skin on my belly sagged a little around the middle. I touched the softness there and frowned.
Sometimes, I wasn’t sure how the hell Fletcher and Adam could look at me and find me attractive. Sure, I had a decent face—high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, full lips, and my two-toned eyes were unique, but…
I stared at my reflection for a long while, trying on different expressions, different smiles. Trying to see what they saw.
Then, after a minute, I took out my phone and snapped a photo of myself. Nude. Vulnerable. Without giving myself a chance for second thoughts, I sent it to the group chat.
Almost immediately, they both replied with emojis. Fletcher sent heart-eyes and Adam sent a couple of hearts, followed by an eggplant. I giggled softly. Oh, Adam…
Feeling a bit better about myself, I got in the shower and began washing my hair. Next came conditioner, and I scrubbed my body while I let it set. Then I rinsed everything clean, but I didn’t get out of the shower.
Not yet. It felt too good.
Instead, I stood beneath the hot spray of water and closed my eyes, letting my mind off its leash for a little while.
Of course, it wandered back to that day in the kitchen, when Adam had pressed me up against the counter. Teasing me. Tempting me. He hadn’t done more than kiss me since then, and it’d been a couple of weeks.
I wondered what might’ve happened had I initiated contact, instead of letting him turn and walk away. If I had pulled him back, unzipped his jeans, and slid them down his thighs. If I’d dropped to my knees right there in the kitchen and explored that side of myself.
My hand found my cock, stroking as I let my imagination run wild, but a knock at the door startled me out of my fantasy.
I jumped back, nearly slipping on the tile. “I-I’m in here!” I uttered, almost breathless.
The door opened, bringing with it a gust of chilled air that sent goosebumps freckling across my wet skin—or maybe that was because of the way Adam chuckled, low and soft.
“I know, lover,” he murmured. “Mind if I join you?”
Join me? My heartbeat roared almost deafeningly loud between my ears. I couldn’t answer. All I could do was stare as a very naked Adam stepped into the shower.
His golden gaze was scorching as it raked over me, lingering on my erection. His lips quirked up at one corner. He met my eyes, and for a moment, we stared at each other.
Then he surged across the shower and kissed me. Hard. Hungry. Demanding. He swept me up in a tidal wave and it was all I could do to keep upright.
I whimpered and grasped at his shoulders, arching up to rub myself against him, suddenly shameless. “I-I was just thinking about you,” I eked out.
Adam hummed, a chuckle hidden behind that low sound. “Oh, really?”
I nodded. My hands slid over Adam’s wet skin, over his hard stomach muscles and his chest, my thumbs grazing over his nipples. Admiring him, because he was like a piece of art.
My gaze dropped to his cock, which was already hard and standing at attention—demanding mine. I sucked in a sharp breath. He was bigger than me, but he was an Alpha.
I reached for him and curled my fingers around his shaft, stroking gently. Adam growled low, soft, and dragged me into him. He crushed our mouths together and my hand grew bolder.
Adam spun us, and my back hit the shower wall. When I whimpered, he nipped at my bottom lip, hard enough to sting.
“You and Fletcher have been driving me crazy, you know that?” he growled out, heat flashing in his eyes. “I’ve been trying to be good. Trying to give you time to adjust to this, adjust to us, but fuck, Sky. You make it so damn hard.”
His hips flexed, and I felt his cock twitch against my palm. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my neck as he sucked the spot beneath my left ear, and I whined out his name. He rocked into me again, but my hand didn’t slow.
“I want to fuck you so bad, it hurts. Want to hear you cry out my name as you come undone around my knot, but I don’t wish to scare you away.” Adam’s voice turned soft, achingly gentle despite the hunger in his words, and something inside of me twisted.
My heart slammed itself around in my chest, making it hard to breathe, but I knew what I wanted. I leaned up to kiss Adam again, but he took me gently by the jaw, gazing down into my eyes, his golden gaze filled with heat. Lust. Desire.
“I want you,” he said.
I nodded, jerky but certain, because there was a fire building inside of me, growing hotter by the minute, and it was one that I wouldn’t be able to contain on my own. “I want you too,” I whispered. “Just… Be gentle?”
Adam softened, gently kissing the corner of my lips. “Of course, baby. Turn around.”
He guided me, bracing my hands against the shower wall and spreading my legs with my hips out. Excitement curled low in my belly, tangling with nerves when I heard a bottle cap snap, and then a slight pressure at my entrance.
“Relax. Close your eyes and bear down a little, lover,” Adam instructed.
I did as he asked, and only whined a little as he worked a finger inside of me.
He rocked it gently, in and out, before adding a second.
This one came with a bit of a burn as he twisted his wrist and spread his digits, but when his fingers touched the spot inside of me, I bucked back into him with a soft cry.
“Oh god, more! Please!”
Adam’s hand picked up speed and my breath came quicker, my cock aching between my legs as pressure and pleasure mounted—and then he stopped.
I sagged against the wall with a low moan. Adam kissed up my back and over my shoulder. “Can you handle me?” he asked, but there was almost a plea to his words, like denying him this would hurt him as much as it would me.
I nodded.
“If it’s too much, tell me, okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed.
Another cap pop, and then something much bigger nudged at my hole. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to relax and breathe through it.
Still, tears sprang to my eyes as the head of Adam’s cock pushed inside, bigger than anything I’d ever taken before, stretching me and burning something fierce.
As he sank in fully, letting out a throaty groan, I whimpered. “F-Fuck…” Adam must’ve heard the strain in my voice, because he reached around and gave my cock a few strokes, kissing my neck and shoulder sweetly, not moving from the place where he was seated.
“You’re so damn tight,” Adam murmured against my skin. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
I nodded. “Slow?”
He began to move, and I whimpered at the friction. A slow burn at first, but the pain quickly faded and turned into a sense of fullness and pleasure. He held me close as he thrust in, our bodies interlocked, his cock sliding in and out of me.
“Fuck. Oh my god,” I breathed out, and Adam took that at his cue to move quicker. Soon, he was slamming into my body, his heavy balls slapping my ass, and the friction and the heat of it sent me into overdrive.
Every time his cock struck gold, I cried out, chanting his name, my fingers scrabbling against the steamy shower wall. “Oh god, oh fuck! Adam!” My chants echoed in the bathroom as Adam fucked me right into oblivion.
Pleasure swam through me, electric sparks shooting up my spine, making me dizzy. I sagged against the wall, my cheek pressed against the damp tile with each panting breath. I rocked back into him, desperate for release, and Adam didn’t slow down, didn’t stutter.
“ADAM!” I screamed as my my cock swelled and my balls drew up tight, my body tensing and jerking. Cum splattered the tile and dripped down, and I collapsed there, wrung out.
Adam growled a curse and quickened his pace, his hands on my hips gripping harder, his fingers digging in hard enough that I swore it might bruise.
“Fuck!” he hissed, burying himself deep with a grunt, shoving into me, and I felt the hot spread of his seed filling me, heating me up from the inside. His cock swelled with his knot, the base of it growing thick and bulbous, tying us together.
I moaned at the glorious stretch and sagged against the shower wall, panting for breath. “Fuck…”
Adam wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. “You did so good, Sky,” he whispered, fervent. “So damn good, baby. Now you smell like mine.”
At his words, a shiver wound through my soul—because Adam just marked me, filled me with his scent and claimed my body as his.
His. I was his.
My knees wobbled, but Adam held me up. He held me until his knot slipped free and cum dripped down my thighs. He used the detachable shower head to clean us both up, then carried my boneless, sated body to bed, where we curled up together.
Adam wrapped himself around me, nuzzling and kissing my shoulder, my back, my neck. Anywhere he could reach, anywhere he could leave a mark, he did.
“So good,” he kept whispering, reverent.
Completely and utterly blissed out, I giggled to myself and let Adam’s warmth and love envelope me.
Fletcher was right. It really did get better.