Page 197 of My Unhinged Alphas
“That’s never how this goes.”
“Try.”
He works the soap between his hands and starts with my shoulders, practical for about five seconds before his palms slide down over my breasts again, slick now, rubbing the soap into my skin in broad, slow circles that are definitely not necessary for hygiene.
I laugh breathlessly. “Very thorough.”
Havoc kisses the side of my neck. “We’re all about service.”
Vale takes over the hair properly, massaging shampoo into my scalp, the pads of his fingers firm and careful. It should feel domestic. Instead it feels filthy in the most luxurious way possible, all three of them touching me under hot water, washing smoke and motel and fear off my body while letting their hands linger everywhere they shouldn’t.
Knox soaps my breasts again, this time slower, thumbs circling my nipples until I arch into him.
Havoc’s hand slides between my thighs from behind, testing, stroking once through the wet heat there. “She’s still sensitive,” he murmurs.
I look over my shoulder and say, “You sound surprised.”
“Not surprised. Pleased.”
Vale rinses my hair, one hand bracing at the back of my neck so the water falls where it should. It runs over my face and chest and down my body in hot sheets while Knox’s hands slide over my stomach and Havoc keeps touching me just enough to make standing still impossible.
“This is not cleaning,” I say.
Knox kisses my mouth once, short and warm. “Who said we’re here to clean you up?”
I laugh and that gets water in my mouth, which makes me cough once, which makes Vale smile in the smallest, most ruined way. He reaches around me for the body wash this time, and then he squeezes it into his palm and starts rubbing it over my back, over my shoulders, down along my spine, making me shiver.
Then Havoc ruins that by sliding one hand up over my stomach and using the other to rub my clit. The sound that comes out of me bounces off all that glass and tile and comes back echoing.
Knox braces one hand on the wall beside my head and watches my face while Havoc works me from behind. Vale keeps his palm on the small of my back, moving the soap in long strokes down to my ass, then up again, and the combined effect is absurd. Every part of me being touched, washed, held, worked open to sensation under hot water while steam turns the whole room hazy and close.
I reach for Knox because he’s in front of me and solid and there. My fingers catch on his shoulders, drag down his chest, then lower, wet skin under my hands, all of him warm and slick now too.
He says, very quietly, “Need something?”
“Yes.”
“Use words.”
I glare at him through the steam.
Vale drops the soap bottle and it bounces once on the tile. Nobody bends to get it. His hand has left my back now and joined the others, palm flattening over one breast, thumb brushing over my nipple while Havoc rubs me faster and Knox kisses me deep enough to take the breath out of me.
My whole body is hot and slippery and overfull of sensation.
Knox’s hand slides down over my stomach and between my thighs, replacing Havoc’s for one measured, devastating pass that makes my knees weaken.
Havoc catches my hips. “Easy.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” Vale says, voice rough and low near my ear. “That’s why this is fun.”
I make a helpless sound and hide my face against Knox’s throat for a second while the water pounds around us.
I come with my forehead against Knox’s shoulder, gasping into his skin while Havoc talks me through it in a voice too amused to be kind and Vale keeps me upright and Knox’s hand stays exactly where I need it until my legs give enough that all three of them have to catch me.
For one blissed-out second, I let them. I just sag there in the steam, wet and trembling and cleaner than I’ve felt in days.
