"Easy," Marcus murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her back. "I've got you."
Kai moved with practiced efficiency, the warm cloth in his hands gentle as he wiped away the evidence of their intensity. His touch was reverent, careful around sensitive areas, accompanied by soft reassurances.
"You're doing so well, love," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Just breathe. We're right here."
Callum returned with fresh water and what appeared to be one of Marcus's softest shirts. "Let's get you comfortable," he said, his tactical nature now focused entirely on her wellbeing.
Between the three of them, they moved her with coordinated care—Marcus supporting her weight, Kai ensuring she was clean and dry, Callum helping slide the shirt over her head.
The fabric was impossibly soft against her oversensitized skin, smelling of Marcus's cologne and safety.
"There we go," Kai said softly, brushing damp hair back from her face. "Better?"
