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The dull ache in my head is unfortunately the first thing I notice when I wake up. Though it’s less horrific than I expected, and other than that and some pain in just about every part of my body, I feel pretty okay.

At least I’m not dead .

“Hey princess.” Val’s voice is soft, and I feel him shift behind me so my body can rest more comfortably against his and I’m mostly sitting up. “Can you wake up for me? You’ve been asleep for a while now.” His voice is husky and rough, and it makes me wonder when the last time he slept was.

“Fuck.” I sigh, tilting my head back against his shoulder. “Are you sure I have to? Like, super sure?”

He chuckles. “Well, given the way Kier is glaring you down from across the room, I actually wouldn’t blame you for choosing to go back to sleep instead,” he admits. “But I’d like to check you out. I’m pretty convinced you aren’t concussed, and you didn’t need stitches, but I still worry.”

“Did you go to online medical school while I was asleep?” I ask, forcing my eyes open. My head hurts a little more as I stare at the ceiling, and it clicks that we’re definitely no longer in the creepy, dilapidated motel from before.

“In a past life, I was an EMT. Lucky for you,” Val informs me. “There we go. Sit up, Noa. Just a little for me.” I do what he says, letting him shift me until I’m sitting mostly vertical on my own with only my shoulders braced against his chest and his thighs on either side of me.

The first thing I see, however, when I tilt my head down, is Kieran. He is, in fact, glaring at me from the desk chair across the room, though my eyes leave his to go to the curtained off balcony in the room. “This is nice,” I admit. “Much nicer than?—”

“What the hell were you thinking?” Kieran cuts me off, his voice dangerously soft. I curl my legs to my chest as much as I can, wincing at the ache still bone-deep in my body. “We told you to stay . I told you?—”

“You were gone for a long time,” I retort finally. “All I did was walk down the hallway, Kieran.” I love the way his name sounds on my tongue, but right now, all I can feel is a wave of defensiveness. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Well, I did. But for the sake of my pride, I’m refusing to admit it.

He’s up in an instant, and I flinch as he strides to the bed and crawls onto it. Val is no help, and only rests his chin gently on my shoulder while he watches with interest. “Don’t open any of her injuries,” he orders with a sigh. “I don’t want to go through another bag of medical supplies.”

Kieran rolls his eyes but stops when he’s right in front of me, settling back to sit cross-legged on the bed. He looks…tired. There are dark circles under his eyes, and I can read the stress in the set of his mouth. I want to reach out, to comb my fingers through his hair and soak in his warmth, but right now all I can really do is give him a half glaring, half nervous look.

“Before you yell at me or banish me or whatever—” Though my tone is light, fear jolts to life in my chest. What if he really does tell me to get lost? What if he decides he can’t trust me? That I’m a liability. What if?—?

He reaches out to cup my chin, thumb stroking over my lip. “Stop that,” Kieran admonishes. “No one’s getting rid of you, darling girl. Don’t go nuclear on me. I’m just…” He takes a breath, then lets it out slowly. “You scared me.”

“Oh.” That’s not what I expected. Not at all. I lean into his hand, fidgeting a little to see how much movement I can get away with. “Can I ask what happened? How did he get up to the second floor?”

Val shifts behind me, tension in his body that he tries to hide. “Here.” He reaches away from me and comes back with a small bottle of water that he cracks open in front of me. “Pretty sure you’re a little dehydrated, princess. If you want story time, you’re going to drink during it.”

I take the bottle from him and roll my eyes, wishing he could see. The water is cold against my lips, and I realize I’m a lot thirstier than I realized. In about thirty seconds, I’ve drained the small plastic water, only for Val to take it and give me another full one.

“He saw Val and realized exactly what was going on,” Kieran admits flatly. “We didn’t expect him to catch on so fast. We had him locked into the motel, obviously, but he managed to block the door to the room we were waiting for him in. Stupid of us,” he adds, obviously frustrated with his own actions. “After that we heard him trying to get out, and then he ended up going up the stairs. Guess that’s where he found you, yeah?” Kieran’s gaze finds mine, and I bristle, shoulders rising defensively.

“All I did was walk down the hall,” I tell them quickly. “I was listening for you guys. I heard someone coming up the stairs and thought it was you. He demanded my phone, and I wouldn’t give it to him. Obviously, since he was going to call the cops. So he got…mad,” I trail off, reaching up to brush my fingers over my aching cheekbone. When I do, I get a good look at the bandages covering my palms where I scraped them, and I can’t help wondering how many splinters Val plucked out of my skin while I was out of it.

“You shouldn’t have left the room. Didn’t I tell you?—”

“Yeah, Kieran, you told me,” I agree. “I was wrong, you’re right. I fucked up, and I suffered the consequences. You think I don’t hurt enough?” I glare at him, feeling a bit bratty with the headache I have going.

His eyes narrow, and they seem to darken. “You’re mouthy,” he informs me. “A mouthy little brat .”

“What are you going to do? Punish me? I feel like I’m already suffering enough.”

“Well, he could make you suffer more. In a very pretty way.” Val chuckles, face pressed to my shoulder as he peeks up at Kieran. “Still, you need to be gentle with her. No throwing her around. No unnecessary roughness. Or necessary roughness. I bet she has a killer headache, and you can see those bruises too, Kier.” There’s a bit of a warning in his tone that has Kieran sighing and sitting back on his hands.

“I’m not going to punish her. Not right now, anyway. I don’t need to feel like a bully when she already looks like a victim. But fuck , Noa.” He shakes his head. “You really need to learn to listen better. You could’ve died if Val hadn’t become a human battering ram to break the door down.”

That makes a smile curl over my lips, though I wince when it reopens the cut there. Kieran sighs, leaning forward to grip my chin once more. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “You’re a mess.”

Before I can reply with something sneaky or sly or at the very least, witty, he gently seals his lips to mine. His tongue laps at my lower lip, licking up the blood as he gets closer to both of us on the bed.

“You’ve been out for a while,” Val is quick to pick up the explanation, nosing the side of my face while Kieran kisses me. “I checked you over at the motel and we called Sam to get his ass out there and help clean up. Kieran flashed his fancy credit card at the front desk here, which got us a very nice room, and we got some medical supplies to clean you up. You’re lucky your favorite boyfriend was an EMT,” he teases.

Kieran makes a sound of disagreement at that, and his hands move to smooth down my arms. “She’s lucky that I’m too relieved to be as mad as I want to be,” he mutters, pulling away.

“So I’m fine, though?” I ask. “Like, no broken bones. No permanent maiming wounds or whatever?” I don’t feel like there’s any permanent damage done to me, but I’m also pretty sure Val managed to get pain meds into me since I should probably be hurting more than I do.

“Well, let’s check.” Kieran pulls away, sitting up just to reach out and pull my legs away from my chest. “You’re moving okay,” he says, a teasing glint in his eye that has my stomach twisting in anticipation. “You can bend your legs.” His hands move up and he easily tugs down the waistband of my leggings, pulling them and my underwear off of my body.

Apart from my bruised knees, I look pretty okay. “Still perfect,” he tells me slyly. “Still our princess.” He runs his hands up my calves, encircling them with his fingers before moving back down to grip my ankles.

“I’ll help you check.” Val’s voice is wicked as he murmurs the words against my ear, and just as I register what he’s saying, he’s tugging my t-shirt off over my head. My bra follows, and Val moves to cup my breasts in his hands while I’m still leaning against him. “Just a few bruises and cuts. I bet you have a nasty headache, though, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” I agree, my voice a soft whisper. “You should, uh, load me up on the Tylenol. I’ll eat it like candy if you give me the chance.”

“I think I have a better idea.” As I watch, Kieran leans forward, settling between my thighs on the bed. He gazes up at me as Val gently teases me, his fingers kneading my breasts and brushing over my nipples so softly I worry he thinks I’m made of glass.

But I’m not complaining about this new, gentle side of them.

“Don’t get used to this,” Kieran warns. “Being sweet when I’m pissed isn’t usually in my nature. But I’m not done checking you over, and I want to get rid of that headache.” He grins, kissing up the inside of my thigh as I try to remember to breathe.

“Maybe you won’t remember to be mad at me later,” I murmur.

“Oh, don’t worry, princess”—Val chuckles, leaning in to nip at the side of my throat—“I’ll remind him.”

I want to reply. I want to argue, to tell them I definitely don’t deserve that. But then Kieran’s tongue finds my slit and I gasp, head tilting back to rest against Val’s shoulder. My hand gently finds Kieran’s hair, and I tangle my fingers in the strands softly, not pulling or pushing. Just…holding.

His teasing quickly becomes more. His tongue delves into me, tasting as much of me as he can before his fingers join his mouth. Then Val kisses my throat, and as heat rushes up my spine, I find myself arching my hips into Kieran’s mouth and hoping for more.

“I’m sorry I left the room,” I find myself saying, my other arm moving back to grip Val’s hair and dragging his face to mine. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you?—”

He kisses me harder than Kieran had, licking over the seam of my lips before his tongue dips into my mouth. It’s too easy to relax into him, to just completely give myself over to the feeling of their mouths and hands.

God, I could so get used to this once in a while. I love their roughness, their desperation. I love the games we play that end with fingerprint shaped bruises and my ass stinging from their ‘punishments.’

But there’s something so amazing about this, too. Something that has me drowning in them .

“It’s okay, darling girl,” Kieran promises me, sitting up and adding another finger inside me. “You’re okay, and that’s what matters. For tonight.” His eyes glint slyly, and when Val looks up at him, he captures the brunet’s mouth in a kiss.

Val moans in surprised delight, and I see him licking at every inch of Kieran’s mouth like he’s desperate for the taste of him.

For the taste of both of us , I realize, gasping as Kieran crooks his fingers into me. One of Val’s hands leaves my chest, and his fingers skim down my body until he can reach Kieran’s hand.

I expect him to play with my clit. To compliment Kieran the way he normally does as they work to push me over the edge. Instead, he presses two fingers into me, until he’s finger-fucking me in tandem with Kieran and I’m gasping, rocking against them and unable to keep my eyes open.

“Fuck,” I whine, starting to pant at the stimulation, at the absolute pleasure I’m feeling from both of them touching me like this. “Fuck, you two don’t play fair at all, you know?”

Kieran laughs darkly, turning to graze his teeth along my ear. “We’ve never said we do. And we’re just trying to make you feel good.”

“Just trying to remind you that no matter what you do, or how often you don’t listen to us, you’ll always be ours,” Val adds softly, his tongue lapping at my throat and prompting me to tilt my head back to expose my neck to them.

Whatever else I want to say is lost in the way I’m drowning. In the way their fingers move inside me, against me, and the way they both tease every soft part of me they can find to evoke any gasp, any soft moan they can get from me.

It’s not fair.

It’s perfect.

“Not fair,” I repeat. “Because it shouldn’t be this easy for you guys to—” I gasp when Val crooks his fingers inside of me, stroking over the spot that makes me more desperate than I was a few minutes ago.

“For us to what? Make you come?” Kieran asks. “For us to make you want to beg? I won’t make you beg, Noa. Not this time.”

“Next time’s a different story, though.” Val chuckles softly. “So you should enjoy this while it lasts. I’ll help him. Next time, you’ll have to beg to get an ounce of pleasure from us.” He bites down gently on my shoulder, like I’m made of porcelain and he’s afraid I’ll break.

And maybe I will if they keep this up.

“Fuck…” I sigh, unable to keep still. My hands fall to the bed, gripping the sheets while they finger me, and when they kiss each other again, it feels a lot like a private show tailored directly to me.

God, they’re so fucking attractive together.

And they’re mine .

“Please,” I whine, finding I have absolutely no pride left. Kieran breaks away, grinning down at me with a dark look.

“Please what?” he asks, as if he doesn’t know. “Please what, darling girl?”

“Please make me come? Fuck , I really want to come.” God, I’m so close. I barely need anything at all. I just?—

“Come for us, princess,” Val purrs in my ear. He twists his hand so he can rub his thumb over my clit finally . “Come on our fingers, like the good girl you are.”

That’s all it takes. Just that touch and I’m completely falling apart between them while they watch. While they lick and touch and murmur the softest, filthiest things against my skin.

“I like you guys a lot,” I murmur, already feeling myself zoning out again. “But I might not if you punish me for just walking down the hallway.” God, I’m so relaxed. So ready to just go back to sleep. My headache is secondary, just like most of the other aches and pains in my body.

I’m too enamored with them, and how good I feel.

“We’ll see about that,” Kieran chuckles. He leans forward, and both of them push me down onto the bed, still completely naked, before Val slips into place behind me and pulls me back against him. Kieran remains seated in front of me, stroking my hair as he gazes at me.

“Go to sleep, darling girl,” he murmurs with a sigh. “We have a lot of cleanup to do in the morning.”

“And none of it will be enjoyable,” Val adds in a murmur against the back of my neck.