Page 62 of Savage Reign

I took in the expensive makeup, the hair curler, along with a straightener still in the box, and the various gifts Killian had sent over to me.

Both Silas and Killian stayed with me for most of the day, and though we hadn’t done more than kiss after they made me come, it was nice. They left about two hours before, something about some information Killian said he needed to catch Maverick and Silas up on. I didn’t ask for the details, though I had the distinct feeling the discussion was something Killian didn’t want me to know.

I would be seeing Maverick again, and there was a part of me that felt… shy over the aspect. Which was silly, considering all I’d done with him.

I shook my head, took one last glance at myself in the mirror, and walked out to the bed. On top of it was a large box that held a dress I would be wearing tonight. I didn’t really look at it, except for a quick peek inside to know it was red.

But I shouldn’t delay it any longer.

They were picking me up soon.

My heart skipped at the thought, and I opened the lid and shifted through the material. It was silky, soft, and expensive.

I pulled the dress out and took it in. It wasn’t revealing, which didn’t surprise me, but it was… sensual.

Straps about as wide as one of my fingers seamlessly connected down to a sweetheart neckline, dipping in the middle that I was sure would show off my curves in the best way possible, only to flare down at the end. I estimated the dress would end just past my knees. Next to the box was another opened one, which contained matching high heels, about three inches high, and fit just perfectly. Of course he would know what my shoe size was.

I was about to put the dress on when something else in the box caught my attention. I pulled out a red bra in my size and matching panties—athong. I blushed, taking it in. A rebellious part of me wanted to not put it on—not wear anything at all, but the other part…

I bit my lip.

It wasn’t like this was all that surprising that Killian would purchase these things and send them over to me.

I pulled the bathrobe away from my body and put on the bra and matching thong, the Tiernan tattoo flashing in and out of sight as I moved. It seemed even more noticeable now than before, especially against the red of my underwear.

If this was his way of ensuring I would always be reminded of his…ownershipover me, it was working. I was going to bedressed in the clothes he bought me, while the soreness of the new tattoo still remained.

And there was anotherbigger, more permanent reminder. I pressed my hand down to my belly, where my baby lay, protected from the cruelness of the world.

Maverick said I was powerful because I had him and his brothers in the palm of my hand, but there were moments like this when I questioned it. How powerless would it be if I couldn’t protect my child?

I shook away the depressing thought and pulled the dress over my head.

I smoothed the fabric down as it shifted against my skin before I sat on the bed and put on the high heels, completing the outfit.

I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the long mirror, my breath catching.

I didn’t think I had ever looked so put together before.

For the first time, I didn’t feel like a mismatched puzzle next to the brothers, but somehow… a perfect fit.

A knock came at the door, making me jump in surprise and my heart race.

I walked on shaky legs, pausing and trying to catch my bearings for a quick second before I opened the door to three huge men standing in front of me. They were all looking at me with varying degrees of heat, softness, and possessiveness. I shifted on my feet from the intensity of their gaze, my eyes not knowing who to focus on. They were all so… mouthwatering, take-my-breath-away gorgeous. And the fact that they were all standing there, side by side and looking at me like… like they loved me.

My eyes stopped on Killian. He told me he loved me. He was the only one so far, which was surprising because if I hadthought he was capable of love, I would have believed he’d be the last one to fall, to confess.

The usual hardness was on his face, his dark eyes assessing and proud as he took in the red dress he bought for me to wear. His dark brown hair was still messy and chaotic as usual, but it wasn’t unkempt. It made me think about how he looked after we fucked, when I had run my fingers through his hair each time he did something with his lips, his fingers, his… The thought made wetness pool between my legs, and I shifted, causing a slight smirk to form on his face and a knowing look in his eyes, as if he knew just what I was thinking.

For the first time, he was dressed in a black suit sans tie. The jacket clung to his muscular form perfectly. What an imposing sight he made.

My eyes moved over to Maverick, who was standing in the middle, a softness in his blue eyes that I was quickly becoming used to. He was in his standard black suit that was undoubtedly tailored to him. His red tie matched my dress, drawing my eyes to it briefly before I looked back up at his face. His beard was neatly trimmed, and though only one day had passed since I’d last seen him, I was hit with a yearning so strong, it was amazing I could stay standing like this.

I wondered if he could see the longing in my eyes. I tried not to let it show. The last thing I needed was to make myself any more vulnerable to them than I already had.

Lastly, my eyes moved to Silas.

The playful smile was already on his face, his honey-brown eyes shining from the light coming out of my motel room. His black midnight hair was styled with the top to be a little messy. Like his brothers, he wore a suit, the dark gray color making his golden tan skin stand out.

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