Righteous spoke over him. “No, Feather. Mikhail and I will not be—how did you put it—throwing hot dogs. Or cornholing. Or stashing… wands in biscuits, was it?”
For a moment, there was total silence. And then all three of us broke into peals of laughter. Mikhail leaned down and rubbed his cheek on mine. “You’ll most likely have to wait for Rafe for that particular fantasy. He was a wild one in his day. He didn’t just invent the songs we sing—he invented most of the ways we merge. And a few that were ruled too dangerous and declared illegal after he left for the Abyss.”
Oh dang.I had a lot of questions now. But Mikhail closed my open mouth with one finger, and went back to cleaning me off. He’d carried me into the enormous shower room, and was seated with me on his lap near the showerhead. Ry joined us, sitting on the bench next to Mikhail. They’d both stripped down to just their trousers, and I took a moment to thank the Majestic Personal Trainer of All Gyms for their miraculous abs. Mikhail’s were scarred, but he was no less perfect than Ry for all of that. In fact, my fingers itched to do a hands-on comparison.
Mikhail hummed. “You know, I’m surprised, Righteous. This smut shouldn’t be coming off so easily.”
Righteous started rubbing at my outstretched arm. “I have a theory. She took all of it on with her eyes wide open. Chose to wear it, to protect innocents from being punished unjustly.I believe the act of accepting the smut may have qualified as a Great Sacrifice. She had to think it would kill her. Had to know it would damage her in some way.”
Mikhail hummed, rubbing a little harder at my calf. “I believe you might be right. Her inner form almost seems to be wrapped up in some sort of thin film.”
“Cling film,” I murmured, loving the way their hands felt on me. “Plastic wrap. It’s one of my fantasies. Not a go-to, but in the right circumstances, it gets the job done.”
“The job?” Righteous asked, lifting me so that one of my legs was over Mikhail’s lap, and the other straddling his thigh. I gulped, realizing that if it weren’t for all the smut, this would be incredibly hot.
“Yep,” I said. “The cling film, strawberry jam, and muscular Reiki healers one wasn’t in my top ten, but in a pinch….” At that moment, I felt something like a pinch on my nipple. I blinked and looked down. Mikhail’s hand was around my breast, and he was massaging the smut away, fingers buried in smut to reach my nipple, rolling it tightly, twisting and tugging with the perfect amount of pressure. I still felt the weight of the smut on me, but now it seemed almost sensual, as if it were holding me down so these two men could torment me.
Stroke me.
I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of the hands on me, their murmurs almost a song in the background.
“You can’t find me sexy like this,” I managed to say. There was a short silence, and then both of them laughed like I’d told a joke, their hands still moving on me.
“I think we should rinse her, Righteous.” Mikhail’s hands slipped from my breast to my waist and back again, pushing the smut inexorably downward in an oddly erotic massage.
“That’s a good idea.” I felt Ry leaning over to get the shower, and heard it turn on, the long hose of it making that soft, metallicclacking noise that I responded to like a Pavlovian test case. Except I wasn’t drooling, per se.
The water started at my hair, and rushed over my head, face, and neck, then moved down, warming my breasts and belly. Mikhail was still holding my right leg wide, and Ry handed him the showerhead with a murmur I couldn’t quite make out. Mikhail used it to clean off my legs, from thigh to foot, his hands moving gently but thoroughly along with the water, to wipe away every inch of me.
When he finished with my toes, I assumed they would turn off the water and go back to scraping smut, but I felt strong fingers on my upper thighs—Mikhail’s on my right, and Righteous’s on my left, holding me firmly in place.
“I think she needs some more cleaning, Protector,” Mikhail said, his voice dropping to a growl. “Can you hold her open for me?”
“Of course, High Angelus,” Righteous answered respectfully. “Just tell me what to do.”
“I sprayed her legs, but I’m certain I missed a spot. Spread her wide for me, so I can get her thoroughly clean.” Mikhail aimed the shower nozzle at the skin on my upper thighs, drawing smaller and smaller circles with the vibrating spray with each movement. “Hold her open a bit more,” he instructed.
Righteous obeyed with a “Yes, sir,” wrapping a hand gently and firmly around each thigh, canting my hips slightly upward to expose me to their heated stares.
Oh, Great Goddess of Glitter.I thought I might orgasm on the spot. When the stream of pulsing water hit my clit, I instinctively arched up, pulling away from them both—but they were ready, holding me firm. “No, sweet mate.” Mikhail shook his head slowly. “Don’t move. There’s still a little smut right there. Righteous, use your fingers to make sure we get every last bit.”
Righteous reached around with the hand that wasn’t holding my thigh in place, and followed the path of the water, making circular motions around my swollen clit. The vibrations of the water got faster, battering my pussy almost to the point of discomfort, but I bit my lip and only whimpered. Then the water hit my clit again, right as Righteous pinched it. I came, screaming, as the pressure stayed right there.
And didn’t move.
“Too much,” I moaned, and Righteous stopped circling, but as soon as I slumped down on their legs, Mikhail tsked.
“You sure you want us to stop? You’re still so verydirty.” His voice vibrated through me. “Let your mates take care of you. I promise you’ll enjoy it.” His tone dropped as his fingers traced sigils on my inner thigh. “Let us show you how very sexy we find you, my love.”
“Safe word is Edward Cullen,” I moaned. “Do your worst.”
Mikhail snorted, then gripped me tighter. “Right. Did I ask you to stop cleaning her, Protector?”
“No, sir,” Righteous answered. “My apologies.” He put his fingers back to work and began circling again, gently at first, then harder and harder, with the water moving from my clit to the opening of my pussy at the same time. The next orgasm that shook me seemed to come from deeper inside me, and lasted longer.
“So good,” I sighed. “You don’t need to?—”
“Shh, sweetness,” Mikhail growled in my ear. “Righteous is going to have to scrub for a long time to get you clean. My guess is you’ll come and come, and we’ll still have to lick you to make you perfectly ready for bedtime.”
