Page 196 of My Unhinged Alphas
Havoc’s grin widens instantly.
Knox says my name in a tone that suggests I’m being reckless again.
I look at him. “You’re all filthy too.”
That gets a beat of silence.
Then Havoc says, “I love it when you make practical arguments.”
I start with my shirt. It sticks a little coming off, the fabric tacky against skin that still feels overaware of everything. All three of them watch, and this should still feel strange, should feel like too much attention, but by now it just feels true. I peel the shirt away and toss it onto the marble floor.
Havoc’s eyes drop at once.
Vale exhales through his nose.
Knox goes very still.
I’m not wearing a bra.
No one comments, but the air changes.
I reach for the button of my jeans next, slower this time, and when I push them down and step out of them, Havoc says, softly, “That’s very generous of you.”
I look at him. “You’re still dressed. So rude.”
Knox is the first to move.
Of course he is.
He comes toward me with that calm, deliberate focus of his and stops close enough that I feel the heat of him before he touches me. Then his hands settle at my waist and slide upward, slow and sure, until his palms are cupping my breasts.
I suck in a breath.
“Still want us to leave?” he asks.
“No,” I say immediately.
His thumbs brush over my nipples, not rough, just enough to make them tighten, and I lean into him before I can stop myself.
Havoc laughs under his breath. “That answer was suspiciously quick.”
I turn my head enough to see him stripping off his shirt, and then Vale is moving too, though slower.
Knox lowers his mouth to mine while he rubs my breasts, a warm wet kiss, one hand squeezing, the other sliding over my stomach. I moan into him, and by the time I open my eyes again, Havoc is already behind me, opening the glass door to the shower and turning the water on full. The spray comes down hot and immediate, steam rising almost at once.
“Inside,” Havoc says.
The tile is warm under my feet within seconds. Water hits my shoulders, my hair, runs down my chest and over my stomach,washing smoke and sweat into thin gray rivulets at the drain. I close my eyes and tip my head back for one second, just one, and the relief is so sharp it almost makes me groan.
Vale steps in behind me.
Then Knox.
Then Havoc shuts the door and joins us last, and suddenly the huge shower does not feel huge at all.
Vale is the one who gets my hair first, fingers combing through it under the water while Knox reaches for the soap. Havoc crowds in at my back and drags his hands down my sides in one slow pass that makes me shiver even through the heat.
“Hold still,” Knox says.
