Page 103 of Fractured Memories

He nods. “Till went, too. I’m keeping only trusted guards to watch those two until we decide what we’re doing with them.”

If I’m distrustful, Jude is much worse. He’ll be thoroughly vetting every member of the guard after this breach of security.

Lochlan leans into Rohan, who shoves him away. “Why didn’t you go home and shower?” He wrinkles his nose.

“I like to show off the damage I’ve done. You know that, Ro.” He doesn’t even look ashamed of it.

“I’m going home.” Rohan glances over at me. “Try not to die before tomorrow. We have plans.” With that, he leaves.

Lochlan rolls his eyes. “He’s so dramatic.” He scratches at his neck, wincing as blood flakes off. “I guess I’ll go, too. The blood is starting to itch.”

He winks at Eden as he leaves, making me glare at him. His chuckle echoes off the walls as he heads in the direction of his house.

My gaze flicks back to Jude, who has Mika wrapped up in his arms. Unfortunately, her house is close to the detonation site, so she came running out to see the structure falling. She’d been more shaken up than Eden and I, though she channeled that into helping Nolan tend to us.

“Did you find Parker?” I ask him. We aren’t the kind to be overly emotional. He can see I’m upright, so he won’t press for information. Mika will likely fill him in later.

He shakes his head. “We can discuss tomorrow, yeah?” His tone is softer than I expected. “The two of you need rest.” His eyes narrow, and that anger I’m so familiar with filters in. “Then you can explain why you weren’t here waiting for me like I said.”

My lips quirk. “Because I don’t take orders from you, Jude.”

His jaw ticks, and Mika rolls her eyes. “You two have such an odd way of showing you care.” Stepping away from her husband, she pulls Eden into a hug. “I’ll come check on you in the morning.” She pats my shoulder next. “Try not to give us another scare for one night.”

I grin at her. “I’ll try.”

She huffs, but she’s still smiling as she drags Jude out the side door. I’m finally alone with Eden after a day of near-death experiences and far too much adrenaline in my body.

Dipping down, I brush my lips against the shell of her ear. “Shower with me?”

She nods, back bowing as she grinds her arse against me. The little tease.

Spinning her around, I grip her by the throat and kiss her. Eden fights me at first, always so fucking difficult—and I love it. But when my fingers dig in, threatening her air supply, she melts into me.

Needing to get her naked—and preferably pin her against a shower wall—I slide my hands down her body. She jumps without me breaking the kiss, legs locking around my waist. Eden’s mouth drops to my neck as I navigate to our room, my hands squeezing her arse. With her sheaths still on and the position so reminiscent of earlier, it’s making me incredibly hard.

I head straight to the bathroom, setting Eden on the counter before fisting her hair and yanking her head back. She moans against my mouth as I claim her again, her lips parting for me like the perfect little wife she is. The entire day has been a show of restraint for us both, and she’s already melting into compliance.

Ripping myself away, I step back to take her in. Chest heaving, clothes tight, and skin flushed, she looks incredible as she leans forward, trying to chase me.

“Undress,” I growl, the word wrapped in such a deep accent that it’s barely understandable.

Not wanting to take my eyes off her, I quickly duck into the shower to flip it on. And when I turn back around, I’m met with the most incredible view: my wife’s tits.

Eden leans back on her hands, spreading her legs wider, and letting me stare at her bare torso. “A little help?”

I am not a man who kneels for anyone. But I drop to my knees in front of my wife at one soft request.

Pressing a kiss to the inside of her calf, I work the laces on her boots, pulling one off and then the other—along with the knives that she has tucked away. The sight of them sends a thousand memories crashing through me, making all the blood in my body rush to my dick. Violent Eden is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

Her fingers slide through my thick waves, tugging softly when I kiss higher. My fingers fight the leather buckles of her thigh holster. “You look so fucking good in this, wife.” I peel it off her body. “I love seeing your body decorated with such deadly accessories.”

She hums, lifting her hips as I peel her pants and underwear away. “And here I was thinking about how hot you look when you’re threatening to murder someone.”

I kiss up her body, up her stomach and neck, until I’m stealing another from her lips. I let her fingers twist in my hair while I undo my pants, toeing off my boots and dropping them.

Eden pulls back, eyes hooded as she stares down at my erection, and I pull my shirt over my head. Her pretty lips part, tongue peeking out, and I’m tempted to drag this out. But I’ve desperately wanted her all day.

Lifting her up, I carry her to the shower, ducking under the hot spray. Water cascades over her body, and I watch the droplets greedily. With her legs locked around my hips, my cock settles against her.