Page 139 of Wrath

Killian moved to kneel beside me, his gaze reverent.

“Wet your hair, Z.” The order was airy. Breathless.

It caused my nipples to tighten and fire to swirl in my lower belly.

Shutting my eyes, I did as he requested, sinking my head beneath the water. I waited only a moment before popping back up and wiping away the droplets with the back of my hand.

Killian grabbed a bottle of shampoo and poured a generous amount into his palm. He rubbed his hands together and thenpositioned himself so he knelt directly behind me. His fingers scraped through my blonde tresses, and I swore I never felt anything so divine. A moan caught in my throat.

Bash positioned himself on my other side and rolled up his sleeves. My gaze automatically lowered to his muscular forearms, relishing the way they bunched.

Bash noted the direction of my hungry stare and smirked. “See something you like, baby?”

The question was a taunt, but before I could respond, he grabbed a different container of soap, poured it into his hands, and then reached for me. The cold gel against my overheated flesh almost made me yelp.

Bash began to rub body wash into my skin, paying particular attention to my heavy breasts. He caressed the slippery globes with his hands and then brought his fingers to my nipples, plucking them.

This time, I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped, my lashes fluttering shut before I forced them to reopen. To focus.

“Bash, you’re supposed to be washing her. Not fondling her…errr…breasts,” Killian admonished, fumbling over that final word.

I didn’t need to see his face to know it would be crimson.

“Not my fault Z has the best fucking tits in the entire world.” Bash twisted my nipples again. “But fine. Ruin my fun.”

His hands—with great reluctance—left my breasts and moved to my stomach in the water. I was certain by now all of the soap had left his hands, but Bash didn’t stop his downward descent. He practically leaned over the edge of the tub now, his ash-blond hair falling forward, his green eyes intent?—

With a laugh, I reached for his shoulders, and Bash fell into the tub with a splash.

“What the fuck?!” He began to sputter, flicking wet hair out of his face.

His sopping clothes clung to his muscular physique.

“You look like a wet dog,” I teased, still chuckling.

Bash’s eyes narrowed accusingly. “You little?—”

“Bash. Timeline.” Killian’s fingers combed through my locks.

Bash stuck his tongue out at the incubus before turning towards me. “Don’t think this is over. You may have won the battle, but you’ll lose the war.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” I waved my hand in the air. “All I hear is a bunch of talking. No action.”

Bash looked as if he was going to prove to me he wasallaction, but Killian captured my attention by applying pressure to my shoulders.

“Down,” he instructed, lowering me into the water.

I did so, allowing just my face to poke through the water. I felt Killian’s hands in my hair as he washed out the soap.

Bash began to teasingly work his fingers up my bare thighs—which had shifted closer to him in this new position. The ache between my legs was almost unbearable, but I knew Bash had no intention of giving me what I craved.

Tease.

I tried to ignore the feather-like touches against my flesh, but it was damn difficult, especially with Killian’s fingers expertly tugging at my hair. I wanted him to pull even harder. To wrap the strands around his fist as he guided my face to his hard dick. To?—

Killian gently helped me sit up in the water. “There!” He sounded immensely pleased. “All done.”

He stood and moved towards a white, fluffy robe hanging on the door.

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