Addie placed her fingertips against Locan’s chest and gently shoved him so that his butt hit the ledge. Warm water swirled about his hips and waist while she carefully washed the blood away. Three barely healed, dark pink scars stretched from his right shoulder to his left hip, parallel cuts across his alabaster skin. The demon could so easily have gutted him, but it appeared Locan had moved far enough, fast enough, so that the creature’s talons had left nothing but deep furrows.Overwhelmed by the fear she could have lost him even more terribly than they’d lost Jett, Addie leaned forward and kissed first one slash, then the next, and finally the bottom of the three. It disappeared beneath the water where it crossed over his hipbone.Floating in the warm water, she wrapped her arms around Locan’s waist and rested her cheek against his belly. There was no need for words. He knew. She knew. They loved, but they missed the one who completed them. They were meant to be three.Even so, when Locan’s cock rose high and hard against Addie’s cheek, she merely turned her head, nuzzled the solid length of him and took him in her mouth.
