Page 195 of The Midnight Order
I clear her sweat-slicked forehead of the hair sticking to it. “It’s the space you were in with Asher while he was… dominating you. You were floating, existing with him in a space where you could let go of everything. It’s tricky to come down. We shouldn’t have laid such heavy emotions on you before we took care of you. It wasn’t fair of us.”
“I’m okay. It was overwhelming all at once. It felt so… dense.”
Kissing her forehead, I hear Asher turn the shower on to prepare it for Silver. “Come. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I help her into the shower, getting undressed as I step in behind her.
Asher lingers beneath one of the three sprayers in our shower, looking every bit the dark vampire god he is. Water drips off his brow as he stares at Silver before pulling her toward him.
His hands run down her back, and I hang back and watch the exchange. “You did so well.”
“I did?” Her voice is shaky and lacking some of her typical Silver confidence, but I know it’s because she’s seeking his approval after what transpired. I’ve been there many more times than I’d like to admit.
“You were such a good girl for me. How do you feel? Are you sore anywhere I need to give extra attention to?”
I hear her swallow as his hands tip her head back, his eyes inspecting her throat where beautiful purple bruises are pulling to the surface of her alabaster skin.
“I need to be gentler with you.”
“You say that, but you look turned on by the marks,” Silver says, recognizing the look in his eyes as his pupils dilate.
“You have no idea,” I add, chuckling and leaning over her shoulder.
“I don’t want you to be gentle.” Her whispered words have both of us freezing. “I want everything from all of you. You take on everything that comes with me in stride. I love both of you, and I know I’ll only fall more the closer that we get. Don’t hold back with me.”
“But your neck—” Asher says, thumbing over the bruising.
“I’ll wear it honorably. After all, I earned it.”
This makes the beautiful, tortured vampire I’m madly in love with grin, his eyes lighting with fire as he pulls Silver under the water and crashes his lips to hers.
“What did we ever do to deserve you?” he asks.
“Hmm, survived a curse until I wandered home where I belonged to save you?”
“Well, when you put it that way, I might spank you for keeping us waiting for so long.”
Their banter continues as I grab the shampoo we specifically bought and put in here for Silver, squeezing some into my hand before I work it into her hair.
She moans, tipping her head back toward me. “Oh, that feels good.”
“Aftercare will become your favorite part of being a good girl for Sir. Trust me,” I tell her, kissing her cheek as I turn her toward the sprayer, her back pressing against Asher’s chest.
Silver’s sleepy eyes open, tracking me hazily. “I have so many favorite things. I’m starting a list of them. They’re amassing at such a rapid pace.”
One of Silver’s knees tries to give out, and Asher captures her. “We’d better get this one to bed soon.”
I laugh, soaping up the loofa before cleaning her slowly, only prolonging the haze she’s floating in.
“Have you ever seen such a beautifully wicked thing before?” Asher asks me.
Silver smiles as I wash her and get the soap out of the loofah. “No. I haven’t.” Capturing her lips, I kiss her, spreading her pouty lips and teasing her with my tongue.
She moans, giving as good as she gets.
Asher helps Silver out of the shower, and I stay beneath the spray, letting the heat work into my undead flesh as I hear him wrestling her into clothes and pleading with her to drink the water he got her.
When he returns to the shower, I’m leaning against the shower wall, water cascading down my body that’s still vibrating with energy from watching Asher and Silver. “Tell me you’re alright with what I said.”
