Page 157 of Carnage Island

“Ours,” I agree, releasing her nape to take the shower head from Volt’s other hand.

Her nipples are hard little points, her lips parted on a pant I can almost feel as I rinse the suds from her throat and down her breasts.

There’s some dry blood on her shoulder that I clean off as well before focusing on her cheek. “Did he cut you anywhere else?” I ask, aware that there were wounds here that caused the dry blood to exist. Because it’s her blood, not his.

She shakes her head.

“Did he lick you anywhere else?” Volt demands.

She shakes her head again.

“Did he touch you anywhere else?” Caius asks.

This time she nods, then gestures to the places he touched her. Which includes her back—presumably from holding her against him—and various places on her torso. “They both placed knives here,” she gestures at her throat.

We proceed to clean every space with soap and water.

Then Caius takes over by washing her hair while Volt focuses on her thighs and the sweet space between her legs. No one touched her there, but he’s being thorough.

All the while I watch, waiting for her to be ready for us.

It’s a drawn out game of delayed gratification.

I want to bite her.

And now I’m trying to decide where she’ll bear my mark.

It needs to be somewhere everyone will see. I want there to be no question as to who she belongs to.

Caius and Volt take turns kissing her as they worship her with their hands, their bodies primed to claim in more ways than one.

I’m hard, too.

Painfully so.

But my wolf is more eager tobite.

I take in her supple form, that flat belly, perky tits, curvy bottom. Fuck, she’s perfect.

“We never should have waited,” I say, repeating myself from earlier. “We should have claimed you from the very first day.”

Which would have been impossible in wolf form.

However, it’s the point that matters most.

“I’m sorry it took me this long to understand,” I say, stepping into her space as Caius finishes washing her hair. I have her by the nape again, my opposite hand on her hip. “I’m going to spend however long it takes to earn your forgiveness.”

“I’m not upset,” she whispers.

“Then I’ll wait however long it takes to earn my wolf’s forgiveness,” I clarify. “Because he’s furious with me.”

She smiles. “You ignored him. They don’t like that.”

“No, they don’t,” I agree, brushing my lips against hers. “They really,reallydon’t.”

I kiss her the way he tells me to now, all teeth and tongue and dominance. She practically vibrates against me, her body so fucking ready. I growl, the sound low and meant for a mate. She trembles in response, the alluring scent of slick touching my senses.

Volt rumbles in approval.