Page 38 of Bleed the Shadows
I crossed the threshold to my room. “Get in here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I could almost hear the grin on his face.
I dragged Poe to the bathroom and turned the shower on hot.
“Take off your clothes.” I looked at Remy who had appeared behind him. “Both of you.”
Poe stripped off his bloody shirt, then pulled off his jeans. It was like watching a masterpiece unveiled by the second: his muscled arms and broad shoulders giving way to the sculpted peaks of his chest, his washboard abs leading to his dick, long and wide and perfectly formed.
The tattoo on his chest told a story I couldn’t read: the bear merging with geometric shapes, a giant bird holding a fish in its claws, an animal skull — like the mask the Butchers wore in the Hunt — staring back at me with vacant eyes.
Remy was already naked by the time I pulled my attention away from Poe, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight of his lean, defined muscle. The thorny vines of his ink crawled uphis arms and over his shoulders, and I knew if he turned around, I’d see the skull staring back me, a mirror of the one on Poe’s chest.
I told myself I felt overheated because of the steam filling the room, but even I didn’t believe it.
I tested the water with my hand and adjusted it so it wasn’t too hot.
“Get in.” I tried to keep my voice businesslike but wasn’t sure I succeeded.
Poe stepped into the tiled walk-in shower. At the last minute, he reached for my hand and pulled me in with him.
The cognitive dissonance of being in the shower while fully clothed was real and I shrieked as the hot water hit my body.
Then Remy stepped in behind me. I was sandwiched between them and all my objections circled the drain like the bloody water at our feet.
Poe held my face in his hands while Remy moved in close enough that I felt the press of his hard dick against my ass.
Poe held my gaze as he rubbed his thumb along my lower lip. “If I didn’t know better, I might think you were worried about us, little bird.”
Remy reached for the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head, then reached around my waist to cup my tits in his big hands.
“You have such perfect tits, killer.” He murmured the words against my neck as he rolled my hard nipples between his fingers.
Poe bent his head to murmur against my lips. “Everything about her is perfect.”
“I fucking second that,” Remy said against my neck.
Then Poe’s mouth was on mine, lighting my body on fire with every sweep of his tongue.
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MAEVE
I waspast the point of caring that I’d been pulled into the shower fully clothed, but that didn’t mean I complained when Remy pulled down my leggings. I was too busy meeting the demands of Poe’s tongue, his kiss fevered and urgent as his mouth staked a claim on my own.
I’d dreamt about their mouths on my body, their hands on my skin, and I sighed with relief when Remy tossed my wet leggings out of the big walk-on shower. Now there was just the delicious slide of hot water against my naked skin, the heat of Remy’s body molded to mine from behind while Poe marked his territory with searing strokes of his tongue in my mouth.
His dick was hard against my stomach, Remy’s nestled between my thighs from behind, and a scream of raw need opened up at the center of my body. I’d missed them so fucking much and I put everything I couldn’t say into the kiss with Poe.
Remy touched his lips to my shoulder, and his hands dropped from my tits to slide over my mound.
I gasped into Poe’s mouth as Remy’s fingers brushed against my clit.
“Whatever you’re doing down there, keep it up,” Poe said, breaking the kiss.
“Just feeling how fucking wet our killer is.” Remy slid his fingers inside my pussy.
“How wet is she?” Poe asked, dropping tender kisses at the corners of my mouth.
