Chapter 17: Beau

Eve was quiet as the three of us walked with her back to the academy, flanking each side of her, a protective circle of sorts. While she didn’t speak, she allowed Keane to touch her, to hold her steady as we went. She was submitting to us; slowly but surely, she was submitting. It was all we could have hoped for and more.
“How does it feel?” Teague asked once we’d arrived at Keane’s room, locking the door behind us. Keane led her to his bed, and she sat, trembling slightly, but she didn’t fight him. “How does it feel to belong to us?”
Eve swallowed, staring down at her shaking hands before she looked up, her eyes darting between the three of us. She didn’t answer.
“Eve,” Keane said gently, kneeling down in front of her on the floor. He took her hands between his and squeezed. “You could have said no.”
Eve caught her breath, then slowly let it out, shaking her hand. I didn’t think she was going to respond, but a second later, she spoke.
“I didn’t want to say no,” she said. Her voice was so quiet I almost didn’t hear her. “I—I wanted it, too.”
Relief flooded through me, and I knew that Keane and Teague were feeling it too. We were monsters, sure, but we’d never go that far, despite common belief in this place.
“Eve.” I moved across the floor to join Keane, sitting down on the bed next to her. She still visibly trembled, and she couldn’t hold our gazes for long. “What happened to you, baby girl?” I whispered, touching her face with the knuckle of my finger. “You’re so shattered. Who hurt you?”
Eve looked away from me then, and a single tear slid down her cheek. She shook her head, quivering.
“Nothing,” she murmured. “Nobody.” But I knew better. We were all here for a reason, even her.
“I don’t believe you.” I raised her chin up to look her in the eyes, wiping that single tear away. “You can tell us the truth, sweetheart. You will eventually, anyway.”
“I’m not obligated to tell you shit,” she said quietly, but underneath that biting sass, her voice trembled. I touched my thumb to her lip, caressing it, and Eve shivered.
“We can help you,” I said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “We can all help you if you’ll only tell us what happened.”
“Nobody can help me,” said Eve, and she seemed to shrivel into a tiny ball of fear, shaking her head. “Not even the Rogues.”
She had no idea.
“Who was it that you spoke to on the phone?” I demanded. “Right before we kissed?”
Eve shook her head, pulling her lip between her teeth to chew on it anxiously.
“My mom,” she said meekly. “But it’s not her.”
“Then who is it?” Teague asked, cracking his knuckles. “Tell us, and let us deal with them.”
Eve laughed humorlessly, wiping away another tear with a bitter look on her face. “What are any of you going to do about it?” she demanded, wrapping her arms around herself as if to ward off a phantom chill. “You’re all stuck in here with me, and he’s out there.”
“He?” Keane repeated, eyebrows shooting up suspiciously. Eve’s lips pursed, and she turned away, but I knew we were on the right track now. “Who is he, kitten?”
“He is nobody,” she said defiantly, and I almost laughed. Despite the moment we’d all had in the cemetery, her wall was still up, protecting her, shielding her.
And it was our job to break it down.
“You underestimate us,” said Keane, cocking his head to the side to scope her out. “You think we don’t have contacts on the outside, kitten? Blackwood isn’t the only place we rule.”
Eve shook her head again and cleared her throat, refusing to meet any of our eyes. “He’s too dangerous,” she said, staring at her hands. “The man who put me in here. Too—too powerful.”
“Power is in the eye of the beholder,” I reminded her, skirting my index finger up and down her bare arm until goosebumps rose on her skin. “Some might say we’re too powerful, too.”
Eve swallowed, blowing a small breath of air between her teeth. I looked at Keane, who nodded slightly, just once. We’d get answers from her, but not yet. Not while she was still so fragile. She didn’t trust us completely, and I couldn’t blame her. Soon, she would.
“Baby,” Keane murmured, taking her hand and kissing the top of it. “Should we get you cleaned up?”
She looked at him almost fearfully, but after a moment, she nodded her head. Keane looked over his shoulder at Teague, nodding once, and Teague turned to go into Keane’s bathroom. A moment later, we heard the water in the bathtub turn on.
“You have a tub?” Eve asked softly. “Kasey and I have to share a shower with the floor.”
“Perks of being a Rogue,” he murmured, pulling her to her feet. I reached up and undid the clip from her hair, watching her brown curls fall softly around her shoulders. Keane took one of her hands, and I took the other, and we led Eve into the bathroom. Teague was leaning over the tub, adding body wash to the water as it filled with hot water and bubbles. Eve stopped at the door, holding her breath, but she didn’t fight us as Keane and I slowly undressed her, dropping clothes until she stood in front of us in panties and no bra. I wanted so badly to touch her again, to knead her erect nipples and slip my fingers into her pussy until she cried out for me, but I resisted, and so did Keane. She’d already given us part of herself today, a part of her she almost hadn’t been willing to give. Now it was our turn to please her, to take care of her.
“It’s all right,” Keane whispered as Eve trembled beneath his soft touch, his fingers snagging the hem of her panties to pull them off. They dropped to the floor, and we took a step back to give her a moment to compose herself. For a second, she covered herself, crimson flushing on her cheeks and neck, but when we made no move to ravage her, her hands slowly dropped to her sides, revealing her sensitive folds and the soft glow of her skin.
“Come,” Teague said, stepping up next to Keane and offering his hand to Eve. She hesitated for a brief second before taking it, breathing hitched and heavy as Teague led her to the bathtub. She stopped at the edge of it and faltered, looking back over her shoulder at Keane and me. We nodded at her, and a moment later, she stepped over the edge of the tub, shuddering in satisfaction as the warmth of the water washed over her chilled skin.
“Sit,” Keane instructed, perching himself on the edge of the tub as Eve slowly allowed her naked body to sink into the water, consumed by steam and bubbles as her soft brown hair dampened with the moisture. Keane glanced at Teague, who nodded before crossing the bathroom floor to fetch a clean rag from the shelf. He handed it to Keane, and I grabbed a bottle of eucalyptus shampoo before kneeling next to the front of the tub near Eve’s upper half. Her eyes were wide open, hesitant, and wary, but when Keane smiled at her, she began to relax.
“Let us take care of you,” I murmured. “We won’t hurt you, sweetheart.”
Eve’s eyelids fluttered closed as Keane dampened the rag in his hand and gently began to caress her skin with it. He started on her arms, washing over the goosebumps that rose on her skin. As he washed her, Teague turned on the warm water again and brought down the removable shower head, allowing the warm water to trickle over her hair as Eve tilted her head back with a small moan of satisfaction. I put a dollop of shampoo into my hand and began to lather her hair with it, massaging her scalp until a slight sigh escaped her lips. Her body visibly relaxed as we cleaned her, and I knew this was what we’d been waiting for—her willing resignation.
“Do you trust us?” I whispered, my gaze meeting Keane’s. Slowly, Eve nodded, her eyes still closed, muscles relaxed beneath the warm pressure of the water. As Eve nodded, I watched Keane set the rag aside, perching it on the edge of the bathtub. He rolled up his sleeve and dipped his hand back into the water, caressing her inner thigh beneath the water. Eve moaned and shivered, her body reacting to his touch as Teague and I continued to wash and massage her muscles.
“Open your legs,” Keane instructed, and Eve didn’t even hesitate as her thighs parted for him. She sunk lower into the bubbles, eyes still closed, trusting us completely as Keane’s hand snaked between her thighs. A soft gasp escaped her lips as his fingers met her folds, and I watched as one of Teague’s hands slipped from her arm and towards her breasts, his fingers playing gently with her nipple. Smirking, I began to knead her second one, satisfied as her body reacted to us, shooting upwards, begging for more.
“Oh, God,” she panted. “Don’t—don’t stop. Please.”
“Do you like it?” Keane whispered. “Do you like our hands all over you?”
Eve nodded desperately, her eyes popping open as Keane slipped his fingers in and out of her. Her nipples were hard beneath mine and Teague’s touch, and we grinned as she threw her head back with another anguished groan.
“You’re so sexy,” I murmured, fingers trailing up and down her bare, damp chest. “Give into us, Eve. Come for us.”
A shuddering moan escaped her throat as Keane forced her to reach climax, her thighs squeezing his hand beneath the water as she trembled in ecstasy, eyes rolling back in her head as her body submitted completely to us.
“Atta girl,” Keane said, drawing his hand from the water. “Beautiful.”
“How do you feel?” Teague asked, brushing a strand of damp hair from her forehead. Eve said nothing, but her eyes traveled between the three of us as she tried to catch her breath, limbs trembling with release.
“Don’t forget,” Keane murmured, getting to his feet. “There’s plenty more where that came from.” He looked at Teague and me with a short nod. “Dry her off,” he commanded, and we nodded in unison. “She needs to rest.”