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“As far as we know,” I interjected, “Marcello is alive.”
She hugged herself, trembling from the panic rocking through her. “But you haven’t heard from him?”
We shook our heads in unison.
I rose from the floor and offered her my hand. “Marcello will come back to us.”
Her eyes locked with mine, once again searching for the truth.
I was right about most things.
She trusted me with her life.
So if I thought Marcello would be okay, she believed me.
She needed to believe it.
Damian’s palm circled her ass. “C’mon, Pet. Let’s get in the tub.”
We peeled off our suits and dropped them into a pile on the floor. The Jacuzzi tub was large enough to seat six people comfortably. At least once a week, we participated in Alex’s nightly ritual. For as long as I’d known her, Alex took night baths and drank tea to help her sleep. It was one of her coping mechanisms.
A habit she couldn’t break.
I curled my arm around her and pulled her onto the seat beside me. Damian sat on her right while Bastian was across from us. He grabbed her foot and massaged her toes, working his way up to the heel.
I reached between her legs and rolled my thumb over her clit in a circular motion as my lips ghosted her earlobe. “Open up for me, baby girl.” She spread her legs wider, and I pushed two fingers inside her. “That’s it. Squeeze my fingers.”
Bastian massaged her foot, slowly making his way up her leg. He got on his knees at the center of the tub and kissed her leg. Bath time was different in this house. Alex usually got at least two of us, sometimes all of us, and a lot of orgasms. We knew what our queen needed.
Alex’s eyelids fluttered from the orgasm building inside her. The tea was already doing its job. Damian must have added a larger dose. Because it usually took her a solid thirty minutes to feel the effects.
She came on my fingers, riding my hand like a greedy girl, screaming our names as her body trembled. I sucked my fingers into my mouth and tasted her. My dick was so fucking hard I wanted to bury myself in her, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open.
Our wife laid her head on Damian’s shoulder and yawned. “Why am I so tired?”
“Because I put something in your tea,” he confessed.
She lifted her head. “You always seem to know what I need, Damian.”
This wasn’t the first time we slipped something into her tea to help her relax. She understood our reasons. Besides, she needed the pills. They were the only thing keeping her sane some days.
Alex closed her eyes as Damian hooked his arm around her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Sweet dreams, my love.”
ChapterThirteen
DAMIAN
Ineeded a fucking break. Sitting around the house and thinking about Marcello sent me over the edge. Our brother was trapped in a cave, maybe even dead.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
I couldn’t allow myself to think about Marcello for too long. Not without feeling like my heart was about to punch a hole through my chest. Even Bastian was more distant than usual. He put on a solid front with Alex, but he barely spoke a word when we were alone.
