Page 73 of Saviors

I didn’t know what to say; all I managed was a short nod. These men weren’t like any I’d known. Most guys would rather I pretend. As long as they were getting what they wanted, it didn’t matter how I felt. But not Reid, Connor and Maverick.

His thumb stroked my jaw, and I melted into him. “Let’s talk through it. What’s bothering you?”

My spine stiffened. “I j—just.” My voice trailed off as I closed my eyes. I couldn’t look at his piercing gaze when I told him. “I feel like a slut.”

The word was whispered, but it seemed to echo around us. Fill the space until there was no room for anything else. I remembered all the times someone had called me that. My mother. Simon.

Reid and Maverick.

His hand fell to my neck. My eyes flicked open when his fingers flexed. There was no pain in his grasp, but I could feel the command. His blue gaze was still soft and adoring as he watched me.

“Why? Because you took all three of us? You’re not a slut, pretty girl. We’re not passing you around to random men.” His grip tightened. “In fact, if anyone else touches you, I’ll kill them. It might look different, but we’re together. All of us. We fit.”

I ignored the racing of my pulse. He didn’t mean it like I thought he did. He’d been trying to stop this from the beginning. “That seems like a sudden change of heart.”

My chest constricted as he brought his face closer to mine. His lips ghosted over my forehead. Our noses brushed. My lashes fluttered, skimming across his skin.

“It wasn’t a change. I just needed to get my mind to listen to my heart.”

My breathing stopped at his words. I didn’t know what to say. I only knew I didn’t want this to vanish. I felt safe with them. Desired. Whole.

Reid pressed our mouths together. The kiss was loving. Not full of heat, but affection. “You’re special, pretty girl. We need you.”

My teeth sank into my bottom lip as more worries fluttered in my chest. “It’s hard to believe that when you were calling me a slut last night.”

He had the audacity to smile. “Did you like it?”

“I—.” But he cut me off with a squeeze of his hand on my neck.

“Did your pussy get all wet when I called you names? When Maverick made you beg for it?”

Heat flooded my cheeks and other places. I wanted to look away from the flames in his eyes. From the burning of his touch.

He released my throat, running his knuckles over the color on my cheeks. “Is this because you liked it or because you’re embarrassed?”

My lips rolled together as if I could contain the truth. “I liked it.”

His smile turned into a smirk. “And that’s why I said it. Because it drove you crazy. It wasn’t a judgment.” His thumb trailed along my bottom lip. I could see the memories of last night replaying behind his eyes. I felt the echoing of it throughout my body. “You also liked it when we called you a good girl. Our good girl.”

Everywhere he touched felt like it was on fire. My body screamed at me to give into him. To let this happen.

But my mind rebelled. Years of trying to be the perfect child distorted who I was. What I really wanted.

“I shouldn’t.”

I was supposed to be traumatized. Afraid. But it was hard to find those feelings when I was with them.

Reid’s blue eyes turned to stone. His mouth pinched. I could see his anger as clear as day. But he kept his touch light. He didn’t take it out on me.

“He made you believe that, but it’s not true. He took you. He hurt you. That makes him a fucking monster, so why are you listening to the words of a psychopath?”

A muscle popped in his jaw. The rage radiating off him soothed me. His reaction showed me I was right in my fear and horror over what had happened to me. It’s what I wanted from my family, but didn’t get.

The mattress squeaked, drawing my gaze to Connor and Maverick. I had no idea how long they’d been awake watching. Connor stood and walked around the bed towards us.

“We respect you. We’d never make you do something you don’t want to.” He knelt, as if he was trying to appear less intimidating. He was shirtless with his lean muscles on display. But I didn’t find them scary. Instead, my insides fluttered. “We want to show you how great it could be. How much you’d love giving yourself to us.”

“The right way,” Reid added. “With safe words and discussions about limits.”

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