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His grip on my hand tightened. “I thought I’d lost you, baby.” There was a slight hitch in his voice and tears welled up in my eyes.
“Tanner, I’m safe. You saved me. Thanks to you, Brent is dead and I can sleep at night without worrying he’s going to find me.”
“We’re not completely out of the woods yet, baby. Carlos is still missing, but I suspect he’s long gone by now.” He ground his teeth and I could tell how much it bothered him that Carlos had escaped. “The Feds are after him and every wolf pack in North America wants him dead. He won’t last long.”
Eva
It had been a week, and the guys were still treating me like a fragile glass ornament. My bruises had disappeared. I was feeling fine. But not one of them had touched me in any meaningful way since they’d rescued me from Brent’s clutches, aside from a few chaste kisses.
I was slowly going insane.
Every night, one or more of them shared my bed. They held me, comforted me when the nightmares woke me, and kept me warm. But sex, apparently, was off the menu. Sexual frustration was a whole new hellscape for me, and I hated it.
I knew they still wanted me. The evidence of that was difficult to miss every morning when I woke to a hard dick pressed against my ass or belly. But despite my not-so-subtle hints, whoever was with me just murmured it was too soon and I needed to rest.
Fuck that.
I’d had enough of playing the role of a delicate maiden. I was fine, and they needed to stop behaving like I’d shatter if they touched me. It was about time they understood I was stronger than I looked.
“I’m going for a bath,” I announced to nobody in particular. Tanner looked up from his laptop and nodded. Silas had disappeared a while back for a run, he said, and Cole was in the kitchen tidying up. Before anyone asked if I was OK for the gazillionth time, I grabbed a few things from my bedroom and headed to the main bathroom.
The bathtub in there was huge. It faced the glass wall, but Cole had assured me the glass was one-way, so I could see out but nobody could see in. Although I wouldn’t have minded if it was one of my mates.
The thought of them watching me while I bathed was arousing as hell. But before I could take those naughty thoughts to their natural conclusion, I turned the faucets on and applied a nourishing face mask while I waited for the tub to fill.
Cole had left some relaxing bath salts in here for me when we first came back from the pack house. They helped with the bruising, but were also lovely and fragrant, the scents of lavender and vanilla pleasing to my senses. Once the tub was full of steaming hot water, I undressed and climbed in.
Relaxing in the tub was an indulgence I had grown to love. This massive soaker tub was far too large for me. Designed for men who took up a lot more room, it was so big I could float with my feet barely touching the end. I absolutely loved it. Honestly, I could have stayed in it all evening, but I had a plan to put in action.
A plan to remind my mates that I was in charge of my body, not them.
My hair shone, my skin was buttery smooth from the vanilla scented body lotion, and I wore the lilac silk slip Tanner had bought me for Christmas. It clung to my curves beautifully.
I’d filled out in the last few weeks and my belly was no longer concave. I still hated my scars, but since mating my males, they seemed less obvious somehow. It was probably my mind playing tricks on me, but the burns weren’t as red and the knife scars were less visible.
My scarred flesh bothered none of my mates. Cole said the scars showed how brave I was. I wasn’t brave, not really, but thanks to them, I’d learned to love myself.
Steam billowed out of the bathroom as I tried not the let the butterflies in my belly ruin the moment. This was the first time I’d attempted to seduce any of them. Usually, they made the first move, and I went along for the ride.
I was naturally submissive, too cowed by years of abuse to be sexually aggressive. Unfortunately, this last week had shown me that if I wanted sex, I was going to have to demand it.
I tip-toed around the corner to see Tanner still hunched over his laptop, dark hair hanging over his eyes. He looked tired. More tired than I’d seen him in a while.
When I stepped forward, he looked up from the laptop screen, his expression morphing from tired to aroused in a heartbeat. The laptop got shoved aside while his hungry gaze slid down my body, taking in the soft curves of my breasts and hips.
Moisture welled between my legs and he inhaled sharply, a predatory gleam in his eye telling me I was in danger of being pounced upon.
“Is there something you need, baby?” he purred, sitting back and spreading his legs. My eyes dropped and fixed on the large bulge between his thighs.
“I want you to stop treating me like an invalid.” I tried hard to inject some steel into my voice, but the words came out breathy, full of unquenched desire.
“You better come here then, baby, so I can take care of you.”
I walked slowly toward him, rolling my hips seductively. At least, I hoped it was seductive. I wasn’t used to behaving so shamelessly, but from the way Tanner’s eyes turned pure gold, he liked my little show.
He pointed to his lap, and I climbed astride his thick, muscular thighs, my breasts resting against his bare chest. I could feel him hard and wanting between my legs. If I’d had any doubts about whether he liked what he saw, they soon disappeared.
“Are we not taking care of our little mate?” Tanner slid the spaghetti straps of my slip over my shoulders. The silk slithered down, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. He licked his lips at the sight of my hard nipples, begging to be sucked.
