Chapter 5 #2
I open my eyes just once to look at Onyx, his hand wrapped around his cock as he watches, the steam and spray of the water running over him as he leans against the wall on the opposite side of the shower.
His dark eyes hold mine, and with so much tension it’s overwhelming.
Severi turns me, pulling me against his back and showing Onyx everything he is doing to me.
“Let go for me,” Severi demands. “I want to feel your pussy take my fingers as their own. Show me what I’m going to feel when I fill you with my cock, Tulip.”
I do. I come hard, screaming into his mouth, and he swallows the sound.
I feel his release straight across my back.
I hear Onyx groan—a familiar groan that I know as he finds his ending—and all three of us come down from the high moments later.
Severi turns me around, kissing me once more, pressing me gently against the glass.
“You’re so delicious, Tulip. Watching you come is better than I’ve imagined. ”
“Try being inside her,” Onyx murmurs. “Best day of my life.”
“I plan too. When she is well, of course.” I roll my eyes at him, but I know the protective bastard isn’t going to budge on this subject.
Onyx steps closer, kissing my cheek. “I’m going to put something on for lunch and change the bedding for you.” Then he wipes down the shower wall before leaving. “Love you, Gwen.”
“I love you too,” I murmur, watching him leave the bathroom. “That is something I’m going to have to get used to,” I admit, talking about the situation between the three of us.
“I think I quite like it. I don’t mind him watching.
I thought I would. I thought I’d get jealous, feel furious at the idea of anybody watching you come, anybody else inside you other than me.
” My breath hitches as he grabs an orange-scented soap and begins rubbing it across my chest, my arms. “But oddly enough, not your other mates. Them, I want to watch so I know I can do it better and beat the bastards.” He grins and I laugh.
I do not mind being the one they experiment on at all.
It’s some time before Severi is convinced I’m clean and we leave the shower.
After he blow-dries my hair for me, insisting on caring for me, he lies down on the bed and soon falls asleep.
I listen to his deep breaths for a while before climbing off the bed, pulling on a pair of socks, leaving myself in just my shorts and Severi’s oversized top, and stepping out into the house.
I really want to see Nibbles and have a proper look at the place we’re in.
I want to find Feyre too. I’m not sure I can help her much, but I am going to try.
I hear noises downstairs and a dog barks seconds later.
I walk down the stairs into a big open-plan room—a small seating area with mismatched rattan furniture and massive plants in pots surrounding every corner.
A big wall of glass overlooks a private garden with lines of palm trees outside and a gate that looks like it leads down a path to the sea.
Hollis is sitting in one of the chairs, his leg thrown over the other, watching outside. His child, who I don’t know how to get used to, is playing football. Nibbles is running around him in circles and barking until he throws a stick. “I think your son doesn’t know that’s my dog.”
Hollis’s head whips up, a smile on his lips. “You look good. Better. How are you feeling?”
“If that’s all you’re all going to ask, I do appreciate it, but I am feeling better, and asking if I’m okay is not what I want to talk about.
Now it’s time for me to ask how you’re feeling.
Looking for me for six months couldn’t have been easy,” I begin.
“We only had a bit of time together with all the truth between us… I’ve thought about it a lot. ”
“You know, I love that you care about everyone other than yourself. I used to find it slightly annoying about you.” He pulls me onto his lap the second I’m close.
“Not anymore. I just love you for it. How did you sneak past Severi? He’s like a guard dog, worse than all of us.
Well—maybe not worse than Finn, but Finn’s distracted with Feyre. ”
“How is she?” I whisper.
“Like a ghost. Finn hasn’t asked about their father yet, but I think she knows the answer.” I tense. A flash of memories comes back…and none of them are nice.
“I can tell him.” My voice shakes a little. “It’s not a good answer, but it’s the truth. I just don’t think I should say it in the room where it might trigger Feyre. We need to get her out of here and to somewhere with better healers.”
“We’re moving to the city tomorrow. We feel you’re well enough to travel—which I assume you are, yes?
” I nod. Getting out of here is a good plan, and Morriganis City is home for now.
“Feyre is well enough to move, too, but we agree she needs different people to work with her. At the moment, she is a shell.”
“Annie will be in the city. If anyone can make her feel better, it’ll be Annie.” I try to smile. Annie might not be enough to fix Feyre—there might not be enough people in this world to fix her.
“She really is a bundle of pure joy,” Hollis sarcastically responds. I whack his chest, and he grins. “You’re my joy, if that helps.”
“Don’t get all soppy with me now. I preferred it when we were enemies, really,” I mutter.
His hands move up my back. “I think Onyx will be done with lunch. I’ll go and check and bring some back to you.”
“Wait, where’s Feyre?” I stop him getting up with a hand to his chest.
“That room down there. Finn’s with her.” He points the way. “Do you want me to come with you?”
“No, I’m okay. I’m going to check on her and Finn.” I climb off his lap. “You’re going to have to talk to your son about my dog. I want Nibbles back.”
“Are you really going to steal a dog from a kid?” He grins playfully.
“Yes.” I frown. “I mean, I do like kids and your kid seems cool. But I do not like kids who steal dogs. Who would like a dog-stealing kid?”
I shake my head, walking down the corridor with Hollis’s laughter following me.
I knock gently on the door and slip inside.
The room is very much like my own on the top floor, but Feyre is there, curled up against the headboard of the bed, just as pale and thin as I remember.
Next to her is Finn, lying back in a chair, just watching her sleep.
He looks up, his shoulders relaxing when he sees it’s me. “You’re looking better.”
“Can I say you’re not?” I whisper carefully.
Half a smile blooms across his lips. “I’ve missed you, Sun. It’s been dark without you.”
Warmth filters through me at the sound of my nickname. “Come with me? If she is okay alone for a bit.”
He nods, eyes tracing back to Feyre. “She’s not going anywhere.
She just sleeps. It’ll be better when we go back to the city tomorrow, don’t you think?
More help.” He takes my hand, letting me guide him out of the seat, out of the room, into the attached bathroom.
There’s only a small bath in here, but I find a razor under the sink, and scissors, and get him to sit down on a little stool before I begin wordlessly cutting his hair.
I need to look after him, just like all the times he has looked after me in the past. He takes over after a while, shaving his beard off himself.
It’s strange and sweet, seeing his beautiful face again. “My father is dead, isn’t he?”
“Yes.” The truth is whispered as softly as I can while I stroke his hair.
“Was it painful?” I tense, my hand in his hand.
My eyes meet his in the mirror. Most of his beard has been shaved off now, his hair cut short and neat. “Yes.”
He looks away as grief flashes across his face. “My sister’s alive. You’re alive. I should be grateful for that. It was my fault they found my father in the first place. I just wanted everyone back alive.”
I move around him, cupping his face. “We’re going to get revenge for what they did.
Your father is not going to be forgotten, Finn.
” I pause. “I need you. I need you to come back to me now. I need you to be that crazy man who killed a load of people, lined them up just to get himself locked in prison right next to me, and then insisted on telling me all about it. The same man that would walk through a field of blood at my side, and grin, and smile, and kiss me in it—because he’s just as crazy as I am sometimes. ”
He lets out a quiet breath. Something in his eyes shifts. “We do make a beautiful psychotic couple.”
“Then let’s show the world what happens when you cross monsters and take their family.” I kiss him, sinking into his arms. He kisses me back, showing me that we might be monsters to the world who doesn’t know the truth—but we are going to make sure the real villain ends up dead.