“We need to get these wet clothes off,” I tell her, my hands already moving to the zipper at the back of her dress. “They’re making you colder.”
She stares at me with wide, frightened eyes, but nods her consent. I ease the zipper down, revealing the pale skin of her back, already covered in goosebumps. Marcus spreads the blanket on the floor in front of the fireplace, which Rex has stoked into a roaring blaze.
The front door bursts open again, and Alaric and Lorenzo rush in, both as naked as I am, clearly having shifted to help with the search.
“You found her,” Alaric says, relief evident in his voice as he moves closer, eyes raking over Anya’s hunched form.
“She was in the forest,” I confirm, carefully peeling the wet dress from her shoulders. “Soaking wet and freezing.”
“I followed her trail to the marina,” Lorenzo reports. “Shemust have fallen in the water, and we lost her scent. But Ryker, man, you’re a badass. The best search and rescue.”
I nod grimly. I would die for her.
Anya shivers harder as the dress falls to her waist, exposing her bra, which is equally soaked through. The white fabric has gone transparent, revealing pink nipples beneath, but this is no time for lust. Her life is at stake.
“Arms up,” I instruct gently, and she complies, allowing me to pull the dress over her head. She sits before us in nothing but her bra and underwear now, her skin pale and mottled with cold, her lips still tinged with blue.
“The bra too,” I say softly. “It’s soaked through.”
She hesitates, arms crossing protectively over her chest.
“Your life is more important than modesty right now,” says Rex sternly.
She flushes but reaches behind her to unhook the bra with trembling fingers. When she struggles with the clasp, I gently move her hands aside and do it for her, careful to keep my touch clinical despite the way my cock throbs at the proximity to her bare skin.
The bra falls away, revealing large, perfect breasts with dusky nipples hardened from the cold. I avert my eyes from the sight, focusing instead on her panties, which are equally soaked.
“These need to come off, too,” I tell her, hooking my fingers in the waistband. “I promise we’re just trying to get you warm.”
She nods, lifting her hips slightly to help as I slide the wet fabric down her legs. Now she’s completely naked, vulnerable, and shivering, her hand immediately covering her pussy from our sight.
“Skin to skin is the fastest way to warm her up,” Marcus says, already moving toward the blanket he’s laid out. “I’ll take her back.”
“I’ve got her front,” I reply.
I scoop her up again and carry her to the blanket, settling down onto the floor between us, her back to Marcus’s chest, her front pressed against mine. The feel of her naked body against mine sends a jolt of desire through me so strong it makes my head spin, but I force myself to focus on her safety.
Marcus presses against her from behind, his large frame enveloping her smaller one, sandwiching her between our superheated alpha bodies. Alaric throws a heated blanket over the three of us, tucking it carefully around Anya’s shoulders.
“Better?” I ask her, my mouth close to her ear.
She nods weakly, her eyelids heavy as exhaustion begins to overtake the adrenaline that’s kept her going. I pull her closer, tucking her head beneath my chin, letting my natural body heat seep into her frozen limbs.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, my cock responds to her nearness, hardening against her stomach. I try to shift away, to give her space, but she makes a small sound of protest and presses closer, seeking warmth.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper, stroking her damp hair. “You’re safe now. We’ve got you.”
As her shivers gradually subside, replaced by the occasional tremor, I become increasingly aware of every inch of her soft skin pressed against mine. Her breasts flatten against my chest, her nipples hard little points that send jolts of pleasure through me with every slight movement.
Her pussy is resting directly beneath my now fully erect cock.
My balls tighten painfully as I imagine her pussy gripping my cock as I thrust into her virgin passage, stretching her, claiming her, making her mine in the most primal way possible. The thought makes my cock pulse, a drop of precum leaking from the tip to smear against her stomach.
I grit my teeth, fighting for control. Now isnot the time. She’s barely conscious, still recovering from the cold, still processing the reality of what we are. Knotting her now would be wrong, a betrayal of the trust we’re trying to build.
But God, it’s hard to remember that with her scent filling my nostrils, her soft body molded to mine, her every breath a sweet torture against my heated skin.
Eleven
