Page 57 of Wicked Oath

“Me either,” Talon says. “Get the will?

“Yeah,” Rogue says. “It was out on his desk.”

I am out ofit by the time we get home. I am numb but also still angry. It’s a weird mix of feelings and I just want torelax. Jude pulls me out and into the house. “Take her up to the bathroom,” Talon says.

“Can we come up with you guys?” Rogue asks.

“Absolutely,” Talon says. “Is that okay, Laney?”

I nod and turn to the stairs. When I get to the bathroom, I just stare at myself in the mirror. I’m covered in dried blood. It’s on my face, neck, chest, arms, clothing, and hands. It’s everywhere. It’s proof that even in life, the dead linger. I don’t know if I’m sad that she’s dead or not. I never had a great relationship with her, and she clearly condoned a lot of awful things, but she didn’t deserve that. I’m glad that I was able to bring her a little peace before she died. I’m glad she didn’t die alone, but I’m fucking thrilled that my dad is dead. It doesn’t stop the anger because the only reason they are dead is because they did not fight that I’m with Talon. For the first time in my entire life, they accepted the decisions I made for myself and allowed me to live peacefully, and it killed them. My happiness killed my parents.

Talon turns me around so that I cannot see myself. He and Jude start undressing me while someone else starts the shower. Talon and Jude undress and get me into the shower and the hot water relaxes me. I look down and a sea of red is flooding down from my body. Jude lifts my chin to keep me from seeing it, but I close my eyes instead. They both take to thoroughly washing my body. I’m so mentally exhausted that I can’t function. I’m so goddamn angry that I feel like crawling out of my own skin. I know the pain that my mom experienced with that rape and there are not many people that I would wish that on.

Once the three of us are clean, they get me out. I’m surprised that Rogue is the one to dry me off, but it’s nice. I love how caring they all are being right now. Trauma makes me unbelievably horny, apparently, so it is admittedly fucking with my head to have them here right now.

“Look at me,” Talon says as he cups my face. “We are going to do something to help you relax, but I want you to speak up if you are uncomfortable.”

“What is it?” I ask.

“We are going to give you a massage, but it’s going to be a bit more… intimate,” he says. “I am including Chris, Adam, and Tony for this.”

“Oh. Government names. I see,” I say. He smiles and takes the towel from me before pointing to the bed. “Face up or down?”

“Depends on what you want everyone massaging,” Jude smirks. I smile before opting to lie face down. I have my arms down by my sides, and I turn to face Talon. Jude pulls my legs apart slightly as Talon drips something in my lower back.

“What is that?” I ask.

“It’s massage oil,” Talon tells me. “It is vanilla scented and flavored.”

“Oh, is that where this is headed?” I ask coolly.

“It’s headed wherever you let us take it,” Jude says.

“Be careful. I’ll make you all fuck me,” I mutter as I open my eyes to see everyone looking at me. “The way Chris, Adam, and Tony’s eyes lit up tell me they were lying about the whole sister thing.”

“Brat,” Chris says.

“The fact that you just called them by their name is pretty indicative of where your mind is,” Talon says as he flattens his palm on the small of my back before spreading the oil up my spine to my shoulders.

“Am I that obvious?” I ask.

“What is Ripper’s real name?” Jude asks.

“Fuck if I know,” I laugh.

“Exactly,” he smirks. “Just relax and let us take care of you. Things will go wherever you want them to, just slowly.”

“Mkay,” I sigh.

I close my eyes, and everyone puts their hands on me. They spread the oil all over and I don’t know who is who. Someone is massaging my shoulders, my upper and lower back, as well as each leg. I groan as I relax into the bed. Hands move to my ass and the hands on my thighs move inward and up to my pussy. I moan softly as I move to rest my head on my arms. The touches are indirect, but it’s close enough to drive me insane. They are rubbing and pressing on the outside of my pussy, but one of them has a much colder oil on their hand as they startrubbing my clit. It instantly creates a sensation that makes me hypersensitive.

“What… the fuck is that?” I gasp.

“Arousal oil,” Jude says.

“Holy fuck,” I groan.

They continue to massage me with indirect touches to my pussy while the others massage my body. After a few minutes, one of them slips a blindfold on me before rolling me to my back. More oil is dripped onto my skin as they continue. This time, I openly moan when they knead my breasts, lightly play with my nipples, and anywhere else their hands can touch.

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