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As soon as the door is closed, my guys are at the bars.
“Patience, boys. Give it a minute to make sure the coast is clear.” Doc chuckles, an almost fond smile on his face as we wait.
What feels like eons later but is probably only a few minutes, Doc gets up and casually strolls over to the guys’ cage, taking out the key and unlocking it. No sooner is it open that they are all rushing over to my cell and my heart pitter-patters in my chest as they reach my side.
Aeron is the first there, unsurprisingly, and gently cradles my face in his hands, kneeling so he can press a kiss to my lips and I don’t have to try and get up.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you, Dove,” he murmurs against them, placing his forehead to mine as our eyes close and we breathe each other in.
“I’ve been here the whole time, just across from you,” I tell him, my voice a breathless whisper as my hands clutch his forearms, pulling him closer to me. The cool wall at my back disappears as his body heat engulfs me from the front.
“It’s too great a distance, Dove.”
I have to hold back the small sob at his sweet words. I never believed that I would be lucky enough to find someone to care for me like this. Let alone several someones.
“Move aside, big bro, Nightingale needs a kiss from her prince,” Jude states in a dramatic tone. I giggle as Aeron kisses me once more, pulling back to be replaced with Jude.
“Will you turn into a frog?” I question him, his grin infectious as he leans down and cups my face in his warm palm.
“Now come on, Nightingale. You know frogs have the best fun. You just have to dig a little deeper is all.” And I laugh at yet another of his Disney references when he kisses my smile as we press our lips together.
“I’ll be a frog with you any day, Baby Devil,” I tell him against his lush lips, breathing in his sweet sunshine scent. Sure, there’s the musk of a slightly unwashed man, but on Jude, it works and just makes me breathe deeper.
“Did you just sniff me, little broken bird?” he questions me, his tone laced with amusement as he pulls away just enough to look at me. Fuck, I missed having him so close, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement at me.
“Maybe I did, Baby Devil. Got a problem with that?”
“Nah, sniff away. It’s only fair as I keep a stock of your used panties under my pillow,” he replies, no shame and nothing to show that it’s not normal to steal your girlfriend’s underwear.
“I love you, Jude,” I reply, my voice soft and my hand stroking down the side of his face.
“I love you too, Nightingale.”
“My turn, Brat.” Tarl’s melodic voice washes over me, making me tingle all over.
“Yes, Sir,” Jude answers, placing another small kiss on my lips before moving to one side.
“Aziz-e delam,” Tarl breathes, dropping to my side, and immediately warmth surrounds me as he somehow embraces me, hurting none of my injuries. He pulls back, his palm cupping my cheek like I’m the most precious thing in the fucking world to him. My throat thickens with the intense look of longing and sadness in his mismatched eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper around the lump in my throat, my breath stuttering as I place my hands on his chest, ignoring the twinge of pain down my side.
“I know,Eshgham. I already forgave you,” he utters, his thumb stroking my cheek, reminding me that he knew something was up all along. “Just trust us to take care of you next time.” It’s not a question, more of a command, and I would expect no less from him.
“Yes, sir,” I sass back, loving the flare of heat that makes his eyes shine brighter, his gaze darting to my lips.
“Good girl.”
He presses another sweet kiss on my lips, pulling reluctantly away and stepping back to allow Knox to come forward.
My brow wrinkles at the sight of my beautiful Daddy, his face a painting of blues and purples. A gasp leaves me as he grabs a fistful of my hair, uncaring that my scalp is still sore from Dean’s rough treatment. But unlike with Dean, I’m not afraid with Knox, and my core even heats at the fierce possessiveness of the gesture. He doesn’t pull me away from the wall, just holds me in his firm grip. Doc makes a disgruntled noise but is shushed by one of the others as Knox’s hazel eyes burn into mine.
“You let me hurt you, Little Bird. Back in our warehouse. For fucking what?” he snarls, bringing himself down to my level, his grip on my hair unrelenting as he brings our faces uncomfortably close.
My heart pounds in my chest, but less with terror, and instead, excitement pours through my veins making me feel alive for the first time since they threw me in here. I lick my dry lips, my hands tingling at my sides as I let him hold me immobile.
“I–I—” But he cuts me off with a sharp tug on my roots, a small whimper leaving my throat.
“Knox,” Aeron growls, but the raging man above me just ignores it.
