Page 9 of Resurrection (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #3)

I can see the desire in Cole’s eyes as well, echoing the need within my own.

Maybe he craves this too? From the look in Hawk’s and Jax’s eyes, not to mention their rigid stances—ready and waiting to pounce in my general direction—maybe we all do.

If he feels up for this, then maybe I need to listen. He is a medical professional after all.

Hurry up bitch and get that prescription for a shit ton of Vitamin D! Let’s Gooooooo!

I nod, but remember the rules enforced during our dynamic. “Yes, Doc.”

Cole gets a wicked glint in his eyes as his gaze slowly lowers down, passed my mouth, my collar bones, my stomach, and my hips, pausing at the divide between my thighs where my aching pussy resides before returning back to my face.

I have no doubt he can sense my want, my need for him , regardless of the clothes I’m wearing.

Without turning away, he speaks to Hawk and Jax.

“Guys, let’s relieve our beautiful woman of her clothes. I believe she needs to warm up too.”

It's not even cold in the house, and the faint chill from the early morning air is long gone but even still, my skin erupts in goosebumps. I gasp when I feel Hawk’s hands finger their way under my shirt.

He takes his time, rubbing them over my stomach and then my bra covered tits as he raises the fabric over my head.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll warm you up in no time.

” His whispers float against my ear just before he takes a bite of the lobe, licking the sting away after.

Jax falls to his knees before me, trailing his calloused hands up my legs to the hem of my pants.

He fiddles with the button at the top but decides to move in closer, wrapping his mouth around it and, with his tongue, pushes it through the hole before pulling the zipper down with his teeth.

His hot breath on my already wet pussy sends shivers up and down my spine.

Forget warm. I’m already burning up.

He pushes the fabric over my hips and ass, following it down until it’s a heap on the floor. I step out of it, waiting in my underwear for their next cue.

We turn our heads as one to Cole, just a mere foot away in the tub as he leans over the lip toward us.

He reaches up, thumbing my hip bone. “We need to work through this, pretty girl. You know how this goes.” Leaning over, he places a light kiss to my hip before raising his eyes to mine.

“I believe you were already scolded for your role in our escape by both Hawk and Jax.”

I have to take a second. A lot has happened since then even if it was just a few days ago.

Scolded? What was I scolded for? Oooooh, yeah... THAT....

I used myself as a distraction to lure the undead away so they could rescue Cole from the horde of zombies. Both Hawk and Jax talked to me afterwards about how they weren’t happy I put myself in danger, but were ultimately grateful that I did.

“When do you put yourself in danger, Aly?” Cole’s tone is low and precise.

Aly? Since when does he use my actual name?

Ah, fuck. That means I’m in some serious, deep-shit kind of trouble. But Hawk and Jax had already scolded me for what I did. Is it really necessary that Cole reems my ass as well? My hands twist nervously as I sputter my answer.

“Never, I know, but—”

“ Never. You never put yourself in danger. I don’t care if it’s me, or Hawk, or Jax, or even Sadie, you never put yourself in danger.”

“But you would have —”

“No. Aly,” Cole interrupts. “I’m prepared to die if it means you’re safe, but I can’t live knowing you were hurt because of me.

Even if it’s in an attempt to save me. Look, I know why you did it and I love you for it.

So fucking much. But never again.” He looks at me pointedly, waiting for me to submit to his request. It’s not necessarily unreasonable, but I can’t say that if I’m put in a similar situation, I wouldn’t do the same.

These guys would die for me.

As I would for them.

The love we share is insignificant if we don’t each give it our all.

And how can we say we’re giving it our all if we’re not willing to put everything on the line, including our lives if it came to that.

I don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, but for the moment, I submit and agree. “Ok.”

“That’s our girl.” He smiles but, as his grip on my hip tightens, I can see he’s still not done with me. “Ready to receive your punishment for going against orders?”

“Punishment?!” I scoff. Sheesh, save a guy’s life and you get reprimanded, who knew?

“That’s right, baby. You know better than to not listen to us, especially in those conditions.

Being a good girl means you take direction.

Follow instruction. Stay in the fucking water like Hawk told you to.

But did you do that? No, you did not. Doesn’t sound like much of a good girl to me,” Jax supplies, banding together with Cole and not helping me one iota.

He’s losing his fucking brownie points and cookie points right now and he doesn’t even know it. Or if he does, he doesn’t give two shits about it. That’s ok... I’ll remember.

Steel. Fucking. Trap.

Boom.

Mic drop.

But, as I take another second to think on it, I realize they might not be doing this solely to punish me.

Thinking back on the time since Cole was originally injured, and how Jax and Hawk reacted to everything, they might need this simply to take back some sort of control from this unruly world.

As much as I feel like I don’t deserve a punishment for what I did—to be scolded for saving their lives—I can understand their need to do so.

The fear of me dying at the hands of the swarming horde, and the fact that there would have been nothing they could’ve done to prevent it in the moment, understandably would make them lose their minds.

Add in the possibility of Cole dying and potentially turning?

I can see how they could both be holding on by a thread.

Same as I am. I might not agree with them, but I can do this for them.

To help them in their mental recovery just as they intend to do so for me.

Best believe, however, it will be under my discretion.

I may be the sub in this dynamic, but, make no mistake, I have all the power here and can shut it down with a single word.

Holding my head high with resolve, I allow them to continue.

Jax looks back to Cole with a nod. “Whatcha got in mind, Doc?”

He takes a moment then lifts his chin in my direction. “She no longer needs her bra or panties. Let’s take care of those first.”

Not remove or discard, or take them off… ‘ take care of those .’ I have about one second to try and figure out what exactly he means before Hawk and Jax grab fistfuls of each of the garments and pull, ripping my underwear to shreds before my eyes, while all I can do is stand there, gaping at them.

“That was the last bra I have here!” I growl out .

“Good riddance,” Jax says with a smile and a wave, tossing the pieces in his hands to the ground.

“Buh-bye,” Hawk chirps, far too happily for my taste. I fucking liked that one, too. It had little bunnies on it and it made my boobs look fucking aweso—

“There will be three,” Cole says, interrupting my inner tirade while lifting three of his fingers in the air. “Three punishments to dole out since you defied all three of us.”

My jaw drops, falling to the floor with the weight of his absolute audacity.

Saved, not defied, but I don’t argue, forcing my mouth to shut before I ruin this while also reminding myself that I’m doing this for them just as much as they are for me.

Plus, since I’m a ‘ good girl ’, Cole’s punishments are, for the most part, fun.

So I’m not about to stop them on account of semantics.

“I hate to say it but Jax is correct, you did not act like our good girl, Aly. No no no. You acted more like a brat when you defied our orders. Took matters into your own hands instead of trusting us. As such, you will be treated and punished as one,” Cole adds.

Wait… What?

“Aly, are you ready to receive your punishment for disobeying a direct order from Hawk? For disregarding your own safety and putting yourself square in the line of danger? For overruling our attempt to protect and keep you safe in the only way we could at the time? ”

Well, fuck me on a Triscuit cracker... When he puts it that way....

“Yes, Doc,” I respond.

“Your safe words?”

“Stoplight.”

Cole nods, “That’s right. Or?”

“Double-tap to a leg.”

“Very good. Let’s get started, shall we?

Bring her in here and position her on the side of the tub,” Cole instructs the guys before returning his sinful gaze to me.

“Chest and shoulders to the rim. Arms out, Aly. I want to see that perfect ass poised high in the air right in front of me, ready for your first punishment.”

Hawk and Jax each put a hand on my waist and another under my knees before lifting and placing me into the tub.

Once my feet touch the bottom, they spin me around and then push down on my shoulders.

The cold surface on my heated flesh, as well as the atmosphere in the room, sends shivers down my spine, scattering goosebumps across my flesh.

My wrists are pulled in opposite directions until my torso is stretched out before them, my bare ass, presented and ready for whatever I have coming to me.

A shuddered breath escapes my lips. I have to focus on not rubbing my thighs together at how keyed up I am at their dominance.

For some reason, it flips a switch in my brain, turning me into a human waterfall and I. Am. Loving. It .