Page 82 of Sweet Torment

“And you’re a control freak.” I drop the blanket completely, standing naked before him, Freddie’s release still sticky between my thighs. “Now… remember your punishment.”

His eyes trail down my body, lingering on the evidence of what Freddie and I did. “I remember.”

“Good.” I step toward the shower. “Help me get cleaned up for dinner.”

He reaches past me to turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it’s warm enough. Steam begins to fill the room. I watch him as he tries to navigate getting undressed with one arm, his face screwed up with frustration as he fumbles with the buttons on his jeans. The sling is a clumsy, awkward thing that gets in his way.

“Here,” I say, stepping forward to help him with it. My fingers brush against the warm skin of his neck as I unclip the straps. There’s intimacy in the act. He lets me help him, his usual stubborn pride giving way to a quiet vulnerability. I carefully ease the sling off his injured arm and help him out of his shirt, my hands gentle on his skin. He watches my face the entire time, his expression unreadable.

“Well, now you’re naked, but I thought you were washing me...” My voice is a little breathless.

“Might as well kill two birds. In you go, Princess.” He guides me into the shower, his warm hand a brand on the small of my back.

The hot water hits my skin, washing away the stickiness between my thighs. I close my eyes, and Owen steps in behind me, his presence immediately filling the small space.

“Lift your arms,” he says, and I comply without thinking.

He squeezes body wash onto a loofah and begins to wash me, starting with my shoulders. His movements are careful and methodical, until they’re not. The loofah slides over my skin, then suddenly it’s just his hand.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my wet neck.

I shiver despite the steam curling around us. “Owen...”

“Hmm?” The loofah travels around to my stomach, circles my navel, then slides up to the underside of my breasts.

“I wish you could’ve come with me,” he admits softly. “It was difficult being away from you all day.”

I wrap my arms around his neck lightly, and the water beats down on his broad shoulders, rivulets running between the defined muscles of his chest. “Being locked up at home like a princess in a tower while the big, strong alphas go take care of business isn’t going to work for me, Owen,” I tell him, surprising myself with how calm I sound. “But I understand you’re all struggling with this situation.”

Owen laughs darkly. “Freddie must’ve really fucked the fight out of you because you are definitely not the same girl from this morning.”

I punch him lightly in the arm. “Shut up.”

His good hand comes up to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple. A small gasp escapes me, and his eyes darken as they roam over my body, looking at the red marks Freddie left behind.

“Tell me,” Owen says, his voice dropping low. “Did Freddie lose his mind having you all to himself without anyone else here to steal your attention? Because I would.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Good.” His fingers slide down between my legs, parting them. “You’re still so fucking wet. Is that from him or me?”

“Both,” I admit, my head falling against his shoulder.

He pushes two fingers inside me without warning, making me whimper. “Open your mouth.”

I do, and he brings his hand up, slipping his fingers between my lips. The taste of Freddie hits my tongue.

“Taste him before I wash him away,” Owen growls in my ear. “Maybe next time, you’ll get to taste all of us mixed together.”

I moan around his fingers, sucking them clean. “This must be against the rules.”

“It’s not.” His lips hover just above my skin, not touching, but close enough that I can feel his breath ghost over my wet shoulder. “I’m following your rules to the letter.”

His thumb and forefinger pinch my nipple, just hard enough to make me arch into his touch. The loofah travels lower, between my legs. “Spread them,” he commands. “Freddie left a mess.”

I obey, cursing myself even as I do what he asks. This ban was supposed to be a punishment for him.

The loofah brushes against my clit, and I jerk. “Owen...”