She wears a permanent blush. I can admit I like her shyness, but also that she’s not afraid of us.
Then again, the Goddess brought her to us, surely. And if that is so, then I must also believe that she chose wisely.
“Oh, this feels nice,” she says, smiling.
“I shall tend her hair,” Alden says, already reaching for the soap sand.
“I shall tend the rest of her,” Beric says lasciviously.
“I-I can wash myself,” she says, blinking between them, adorably confused.
Beric kisses the tip of her nose. “It is our duty to care for our mate. You will submit like a good girl, or you’ll find yourself over the side of the pool and your bottom spanked.”
Taking the cloth with a note of challenge, he gently begins by wiping her face.
Lounging back against one side of the pool, I watch as they move in on our sweet mate, lavishing her with attention and care. Alden suds up her hair, and her eyes turn half-mast as they rest on me, watching me watching her with them.
“This feels unseemly,” she says, still blushing furiously.
“Well, I dare say you shall get used to it,” I say. “Unless you enjoy the sting of a palm against your bottom.”
Her eyes lower, and she does not see my smirk. I get a firm impression our mate would not be averse to a little loving discipline.
I catch Beric’s grin as he continues cleaning down her throat. “Our mate is truly filthy everywhere,” he says. “I anticipate she will need a lot of cleaning.”
“Go ahead,” I say.
Her hair is soon squeaky clean. Alden nuzzles the side of her throat as Beric soaps up her pretty tits. With gentle hands, they clean her everywhere. Her eyes remain on me the whole time. It’s fair to say that cleaning her gets a little out of hand, for soon she is spread out over the poolside on a soft towel while Alden eats out her cunt and Beric and I worship her tits.
I’m so fucking hard, I could drive nails by the time she screams out her pleasure.
Alden finally lifts his head and licks his lips. “I believe I have sorted her small soreness out.”
Beric huffs a chuckle. “Thank fuck. Let us get our mate back to the furs.”
EVANTHE
They carry me back to the bed—though the term feelsinadequate when applied to the great, layered nest of furs and pelts it takes up half of the bedding room.
Ranulf lowers me into the center as though I am sacred. Alden and Beric flank him. All three of them gaze down at me in human form. It shouldn’t feel as overwhelming as their wolves… yet somehow, it does.
My pussy still sparks from Alden’s loving attention. My breasts feel heavy and a little sore. Yet heat still burns in my core, a desire to feel them inside me, to connect.
I shiver, but not from the cold.
“Do you want this? Want us?” Ranulf asks.
I nod. “I do. Truly.” And how easy it is to say that.
Alden moves to lie to my left. He brushes my damp hair back, the pad of his thumb stroking the line of my jaw. Beric moves to my right. He lowers his head, and his lips enclose the stiff peak of my nipple.
“Better?” Alden murmurs as he reaches down to slide his fingers through the slick folds of my pussy.
I mumble words of nonsense.
“Open up, mate,” Ranulf commands, and like a good girl, my thighs part, showing myself to them.
Beric’s hand slides down, his fingers butting up against Alden’s before they plunge into me.
