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CHAPTER1
Alena
He looked at me in the dim light, slowly removing his own clothes. He took his shirt off, giving me a mouth-watering view of the contours of his muscles. He had a smattering of gray-blue markings called tattoos; a large, ragged scar across his abdomen, where he had been burnt once on a rescue mission. His eyes were on mine, and I couldn't unlock my gaze from his, not even to admire his body.
It is through his eyes that his power flows: his power over me, his power over everyone else. It held me prisoner, causing cool spikes of fear to spread out through my chest like shrapnel, and a liquid heat to drip from between my legs.
Even now, after being passed around to so many men, I cravedhim.
He unfastened his pants, but didn't take them off all the way, walking closer to me, his eyes dropping to take in my body. I moved my hands to my belt and tugged at it, then pushed the silken robe away from my shoulders, letting all the material fall to the floor. I needed no command from him; this part of our ritual was always the same, even if nothing else was.
Black had taken me to the single luxurious bathroom with a basin full of water in it, as he always did before he returned me to Rhys. And Rhys is who I returned to every evening. Rhys is who decided where I slept, Rhys is who I was taken to in the morning before anyone else was allowed to have me.
For a moment, I had forgotten that Black was still here. He was standing behind me, Rhys having never ordered him to leave.
They did this sometimes, sharing me between the two of them. I felt suddenly aware of Black's presence behind me, stable and strong, just inches from my back. It was as if I knew that he would move his hand at that moment, reaching out to pull my hair to one side. I savored the lightness of his touch, disorienting and sweet, unlike what would surely follow.
Rhys's eyes were clinical as they moved over my body. This was his first pass, a determination of what had been done to me, if the others had followed his rules. His eyes lingered on my right nipple, on the redness that surrounded it, on the swollen nub where Scar had bitten me so enthusiastically.
Black's fingers moved from my shoulder to my spine, trailing down my skin as he stepped ever so much closer to me, close enough that my skin tingled with his presence, and I could feel the faintest tickle of his breath on my shoulder.
I couldn't tell if Black's fingers on my spine were a secret signal to me: something he did behind my body where Rhys couldn't see. Black was the tenderest and most protective of all these men, sometimes shielding me from Rhys's wrath, sometimes shielding me from the others.
Rhys waspossessive,more than protective. I couldn't understand their relationship. Black seemed to be some second-in-command, but he was more than that: he was the one Rhys entrusted with my care, the one Rhys shared me with. And so I didn't know what it meant when Black did things like this.
I only knew that it felt heavenly. I liked to entertain some secret idea that Black did it for his own pleasure, or for mine.
Rhys brought his fingertips to my collarbone and moved them along the ridge, then around the swell of my right breast, his fingers stopping to feel the swollen places. His eyes moved down my body, and then he stepped back to gaze at my right thigh. His eyes snapped up to Black. "What's this?" he growled.
Black's hand moved around my waist, holding me gently in his firm grip, all of his fingers around the front of me, covering almost half of my waist with his large grip. He squeezed very gently, again - I had no idea if he was telling me something, sending me some kind of message or not.
His lips touched my shoulder next, his breath warm and moist as he moved his mouth over my skin, up to my neck, speaking as he dragged his lips against my skin. "That was Doc," he said, his voice calm, full of the friendly tone he used with Rhys to dismantle Rhys's moods, Rhys's quick alpha-anger. Black's lips moved over my jaw, up to my cheek, against my ear. His voice was low, vibrating in my teeth and my bones, when he purred, "It wasn't anything bad, was it, Alena? Just enthusiasm."
My eyelids felt suddenly heavy, maybe because of the hypnotic, arousing sound of Black's voice, his fingers moving all over my body, the shivers that traveled through my ears and vibrated through me straight to my soaked pussy.
Maybe because his words summoned the memory of Doc's thumb as it sank into my flesh, as he held me steady in his hands despite my wild writhing, his tongue seeking my clit, applying a methodical rhythm, driving me wild, making me sob when he stopped.
"It was my fault," I whispered, because in a way it was, and I didn't want Doc in trouble. I didn't know what kind of trouble these men would be in if I didn't cover for them when they were too "enthusiastic," leaving marks on my body or soreness that made me whimper in Rhys's ear.
Or what would happen if I told Rhys that when I was disobedient, it was sometimestheirfault and not all mine.
Rhys continued to inspect me, his fingers lingering everywhere that his men had gripped me too forcefully, or bound me too tightly, even when it hadn't left a visible mark. He seemed to know where these places were, to find them as though he could see them. His fingers pressed just a little more heavily in those places.
At last his fingers moved back up to my lips, which I knew were swollen and reddened, kissed and stretched around cock so much today that they felt a little numb in places.
"Anything else?" he asked, watching his fingers on my lips.
Maybe there was, but I couldn't think of anything when Rhys touched me, except for how it felt when he did. I was exhausted, and my eyes were hard to keep open. His touch had awoken my body, though, and I hummed with excitement.
I shook my head, delirious.
"No?" Rhys repeated, his lips moving in toward mine. He kissed me, and I let him lead the kiss, a passive captive, waiting to see what kind of mood he was in. His kiss was hungry but tender, though I could feel the restraint in it as his tongue pushed into my mouth, darting around my own. Soon I was kissing him back, leaning toward him as he started to move us - me, and Black, who was kissing my neck, his hands wandering over my body wherever he chose - toward the bed.
I shivered when we reached the bed and Rhys stepped away from me to drop his pants and sit down on it.
"Cold?" Black asked, fingertips moving over the wave of goosebumps and sending more along my arms and spine. "Not for long."
Rhys's hands were at my calves, moving up, pausing to stroke the sensitive flesh at the backs of my knees. I was never able to hide the shudder of pleasure this gave me; it shook my whole body and a purr of ecstasy rumbled deep in my chest.
