The steam rose in fragrant clouds, wrapping the three of them in a warm, moist cocoon that felt worlds away from the raw, primal chaos of the bedroom.
The water was a perfect, soothing heat, a gentle embrace that seeped into their weary, sated muscles. For a long while, no one spoke, as there was no need.
The only sounds were the gentle lapping of the water against the marble sides of the tub and the soft, contented sighs of the two women leaning against him.
Jax sat between them, a solid, steady presence, his arms draped around their shoulders.
He could feel the gentle rise and fall of their breathing, the soft weight of their heads against his chest.
The beast that had ravaged them was now dormant, replaced by a quiet, profound sense of protectiveness. He had conquered them, and now, he would cherish them.
He reached for a bar of finely milled, lavender-scented soap and a soft washcloth. Lathering the cloth, he turned first to Serika.
