Maverick gently placed me down in the water. I gripped his shoulders tightly until my feet hit smooth rock. This section was shallow enough that my head and shoulders were out of the water but deep enough I wasn’t flashing my boobs to the guys.
“I wish we had soap.” My hair desperately needed a good wash, and even though the water was doing a great job of washing away the sweat and grime that clung to my skin after our trek through the snow, I wouldn’t feel clean without a good scrub.
“Good job I found some snow moss growing in here.” Zane swam over with a handful of gray-green moss in his hand.
“How does that survive with so little light?” While there was plenty of water here, plants still needed light to thrive.
“No clue, pet. I’m not a botanist.” He rubbed the moss against his hand and grinned when it produced a gel-like secretion. “Not as good as actual soap, but it smells nice and has cleaning properties.”
“How do you know this?” He winked.
“I’ve stayed in caves before when my grandmother dropped me off in the mountains for what she lovingly called ‘survival training.’”
“But you aren’t a shifter.”
“No, but it didn’t stop my grandmother from treating me like one. Survival of the fittest, she called it.”
He scowled for a moment before his customary grin returned.
“Let’s forget about my unresolved childhood trauma. Come closer, pet, so I can clean you.” I had no intention of forgetting about his childhood trauma, but I resolved to shelve that discussion for another day.
“I will wash our mate.” Maverick yanked me back against his chest with a possessive growl. Ugh. Could these two not share me for one stupid minute?
“You know what?” I snatched the moss from Zane’s outstretched hand. “I can wash myself to save all the stupid arguments.” With an eye roll, I lathered up the sweet-smelling moss and began scrubbing my arms and shoulders.
Zane shifted closer, his eyes glued to the swell of my tits just below the water.
“Care bear and I are more than capable of sharing, pet.” The atmosphere heated, and I hoped it wasn’t because of an imminent volcanic eruption.
“Are you? It sure doesn’t seem that way.” I stuck my tongue out before rinsing away the lather from my arms and neck.
To my surprise, Maverick didn’t protest when Zane placed his hands on my hips. Being sandwiched between two hard male bodies did things to me. Bad things. But I wasn’t complaining.
“I think our mate needs to see how well we share.” Zane looked over my shoulder, and something I couldn’t read passed between him and Maverick. Before I could ask what they had planned, Maverick hooked his hands over my thighs and lifted me from the water, exposing my entire upper body, including my core.
Water dripped down my chest and belly as steam rose from my overheated skin. Despite the humid air, my nipples pebbled, drawing Zane’s attention.
“Such pretty tits,” he said in a low, husky voice. “So fucking suckable.” I gasped when he bent his head and licked first one nipple, and then the other, but before I could beg for more, he lowered himself until he was staring right at my pussy.
Embarrassment turned my face bright red. “Um, I haven’t finished washing.”
“You smell delicious, little mate,” Maverick reassured me. His lips brushed my neck as Zane licked my clit.
“Oh!” I struggled hard as Zane dove in with his tongue, exploring and tasting me.
In this position, I couldn’t move. Not with Maverick holding me so tight. The thought of being edged for hours made me whimper in desperation. I needed one of them to relieve the pressure building inside me.
Thank the goddess water surrounded us. If my magic exploded, nobody would burn to death. Silver linings and all that.
“Fuck, pet, you’re all the food I need.”
“I better be,” I growled, much to his amusement. “No more feeding from ho-bag wolf shifters!”
“Oh, pet, I won’t be feeding from anyone but you. And our mates,” he added, sliding a smirk at Maverick, who muttered something about not jacking off just to satisfy the fucking incubus.
I squeaked when Zane opened me with his fingers while sucking my clit. Pressure built fast, and the harder he sucked and licked, the more I struggled against Maverick’s arms holding me in a vise-like grip.
“Please,” I moaned, almost incoherent with lust. Zane’s eyes glowed silver as he siphoned off my lust to recharge his magic reserves. If it had been another incubus leeching off me, I’d have roasted them with fire magic, but Zane was my mate and also responsible for my uncontrollable lust.
