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“I am not an invalid,” Devin huffed between slow breaths. Turning to stare hard at the heavy drifts of bubbles, she swallowed the thick lump lodged in her throat.
“What’s wrong,” Rey demanded in a snarl, hauling Devin through the water to send it sloshing over the sides of the tub. Seating her across his thighs, he brought her face up, his thumb wiping away the fat beads of moisture overflowing her lashes. “Are you in pain?”
“N-No.”
“Devin, tell me what—”
“No one’s ever brought me flowers,” Devin whispered. It was a ridiculous thing to be moved by, especially considering who had brought them. She was still so raw, every sensation too much to bear. Devin curled over the painful swell of emotion. Shoulders shaking with suppressed tears, she tried to escape by turning to the glossy tiles once more.
“Good thing I didn’t get that box of chocolates then, eh,” Beau said as he went to his knees beside the tub, heedless of the puddle soaking into his crisp blue trousers. “What would you have done for those, baby? I can run out and get them.”
“Back off,” Rey growled, petting at Devin’s hair to guide her against his chest. “You’re upsetting her, and she needs to calm down so she can eat.”
While Rey spoke, Beau thumbed the button of his cuff open, rolling up his sleeve before pushing his arm deep into the bubbles, retrieving the washcloth. “Maybe a teddy bear then. You lot like that sort of shit, don’t you?”
“Beau, don’t be stupid—”
“I like caramels,” Devin said with a light sniffle, swiping at her cheeks. How strange that Beau’s attention didn’t frighten her, despite the lazy heat lingering in the endless blue of his eyes.
He was paying attention, though. Listening to her. Devin swore she saw the wheels of his mind working behind that pale gaze, a mental checklist being formed. For his own ends. Always to get what he wanted, but it mattered. Enough that Devin swayed, leaning towards the powerful musk of spicy cinnamon. Tears drying, they left her eyes red rimmed and ravenous.
“Those might be a little much just now, but I got that chicken soup you like,” Beau husked, sending the washcloth towards Devin’s arm to pick up where Rey had left off.
“Fuck. Off.” Rey snarled, snatching the towel from Beau. He slapped it against Devin’s chest, covering what little of her the bubbles didn’t hide from Beau’s hungering gaze. “Stay in your lane.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Beau chuckled, adding a wink for Devin before he rose, stretching with his arms raised high.
He was posturing, Devin realized. Showing his body to the best effect as the brilliant white of his shirt clung to thick muscles. Legs spread just enough to show her the breadth of his thighs, hips pulled forward to give a hint of the bulge lying in wait beneath the zipper. The thick length growing larger as Devin stared, swelling beneath her attention.
Flinching at the aggressive thunder, Devin clenched her teeth over a scream as Rey jerked her around. Sending more of the frothy bubbles cresting over the side of the tub as he forced her to straddle him. Grinding her spread lips against him, he fisted the length of her hair. Tugging at the ragged strands to try to catch her gaze, though Devin kept her eyes averted.
Beau left with a quiet scoff, the door clicking shut with a finality that disturbed Devin. Realizing she didn’t want to be alone with Rey, she placed her palms against his chest and pushed.
Nothing changed.
“You are my mate,” Rey ground out, kneading her ass to rock her against the fullness he thought to punish her with.
“Maybe I am,” Devin murmured. Shoulders twitching in a shrug, she set the thought aside to dissect later. Swinging her gaze up to meet his, feeling every scrap of warmth draining away as the gray nothingness beckoned, she arched a single dark brow. “Funny that the one who wanted to break me is the one doing that shit, huh?”
No matter how hard she tried, the desolation wouldn’t encompass her. It teased over her, sucking the heat from her bones, but it wouldn’t drag her into its cold, dead arms. She’d made her decision, and now she would see it through. It didn’t mean she had to remain present. Feeling none of his strained caresses, for once her body didn’t betray her. Devin remained dry and slack as he tried to lure out some response.
The water began to cool before Rey stopped his advances, though he was no more willing to admit defeat. He washed Devin with thorough hands, taking an inordinate amount of time to work the shampoo and conditioner through her long hair.
“Maybe you should grovel,” Devin said on a sigh as Rey lifted her from the staticky hiss of bubbles to rinse her off.
That brought him up short. Shoulders damn near vibrating beneath her fingers, his grip tightened over the hard shelf of her hips before he continued working the towel over Devin’s body.
“For what exactly?”
“You said you fucked up, that you would do anything—”
“And I did.”
“I don’t remember that.”
“Let me remind you then.”
Before Devin could discern his meaning, Rey had her in his arms. Wrapped around his torso, he gripped her ass, grinding her against his length before bouncing her against it with his long strides to the bed.
