Page 154 of Broken Omega

“Come on, we’ll get you cleaned up, too.”

DONNIE

My arms are a damn mess. The blood makes it look like I got Freddy Kruegered, but when Brooke rinses that away it starts to look more like I got attacked by a group of angry cats. I’m all scratched up, but most of the scratches are shallow.

“Damn. I don’t think I’m going to be left with any cool scars,” I tell her as she dries me off and gets the antiseptic wipes out of the cabinet. I screw my face up at those. “Let’s skip that part.”

She laughs. “I don’t think so.”

It’s gonna sting. I let out a sigh.

“We could do both arms at once, that way it’s over quick,” Kellan suggests, at my other side.

He’s feeling guilty because he’s the one who scratched me up. It wasn’t his fault, but I don’t think knowing that’s making him feel any better.

“Wash your hands, then,” I tell him, making Brooke laugh.

Her eyes twinkle when she laughs. She’s so damn beautiful.

I move back from the sink as Kellan reaches over to run the tap.

My gaze lands on a pair of expensive looking earrings. “Oh, hey, you should move those if you don’t want them ending up down the drain.”

She picks them up and looks at them in her hand. “They were a gift from my asshole father.”

She tips them into the toilet and flushes.

“I wish it was that easy to get rid of him.”

Kellan finishes washing his hands and dries them off.

I take the towel when he’s done and wet the corner of it with the hot water tap.

Dabbing it over his throat, I clean up the mess he made there with it.

“Thanks,” he murmurs as I rinse the bloody spot off the wet corner of the towel.

It’s so damn weird. I don’t feel like he’s a true mate, but there’s something about him that makes me feel a little off balance. It’s not just that he’s attractive. I can’t figure out exactly what it is.

It definitely had nothing to do with the crazed behavior incited by that message Brooke’s father left.

Maybe it’s just because he’s going to be mated to River. We’ll be sharing more than one mate.

It’s kind of kinky, and I’m all about kinky.

“So, we’re doing this, then?” Brooke asks, raising an eyebrow when I blink at her.

Ha. She’s only talking about cleaning your wounds. She’s not talking about letting you watch her with Kellan. Don’t be such a pervert.

I hold my arms up. “All right then.”

Brooke passes Kellan a wipe and takes another for herself.

“Be gentle,” I tell them. “I’m sensitive.”

Brooke snorts, but she uses a soft touch as she goes. Kellan follows her lead, being a little rougher but not in a bad way really. It nips a bit, but it doesn’t really hurt. Mostly, it feels good.

I like having two people fuss over me. What’s not to like about that?

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