Page 63 of Wynter

“Of course I like ice.” I reach for the hem of his shirt, but he places his hands on mine, stopping me.

Ghost circles my nipples with his thumbs, and I gasp.

“I meant in bed,” Xavi says.

“Huh?” I gasp as Ghost distracts me by sending another gust of air between my legs. This time, it tickles my clit—the tease—and I clench my thighs as I try to focus on Xavi’s words. “In bed?”

Xavi nods. “If you’ll let me.”

“Yeah… yes!” I cry as Ghost’s wind slips through my folds, slides inside me, and then dissipates.

Xavi gives me another quick kiss, pulls away, and Leith takes his place.

“My turn,” he growls, covering my mouth with his as he unsnaps the button on my jeans.

He shifts into a troll, his lips getting larger and fuller. Then, he grows a rough beard. But through it all, he’s still Leith. Always Leith. And his tongue is sliding into my mouth just as Ghost’s magic yanks my pants and panties down and swirls around my thighs.

It stops just shy of my clit, then surrounds me, lifting me and carrying me to the bed. Leith and Ghost follow, and Xavi joins us with a bowl of ice.

I stretch out on the silky soft sheets when the magic wraps around my wrists. It lifts them above my head, holding them in place. Then it swirls around my ankles, pulling my legs apart. Spreading me in front of all three guys.

“Don’t you think you’re all a little overdressed?” I ask when I realize that the three of my mates somehow managed to strip me bare without taking off a single piece of clothing themselves.

My guys smirk. And then they put on a show. Shirts come off, revealing hard, muscular chests. Then pants, leaving all three of them in various states of undress. Leith in boxers, Xavi in boxer briefs, and Ghost covered in snowflakes and nothing else.

Tattoos run along his legs and cover every inch of him except his hot, hard cock.

“Tattooing you here didn’t feel right, Wyn,” he says as he strokes himself, completely comfortable in his own skin. “But I’ll let you mark it in a different way.”

The thought of me marking him makes me squirm, but with my hands and ankles bound, there’s absolutely nothing I can do.

“Just say the word, and I’ll stop,” Xavi says gently as he takes an ice cube from the bowl. I expect him to run it along my skin, but he holds it in his fist until it starts to melt. “The benefit of shifting into ice is that I can touch and hold ice for however long I want.”

And then he holds his fist above my breast and lets icy cold water drip onto my taut nipple. It’s the first time I’ve done anything like this, but the cold feels good against my hot skin. And I find myself arching up. Begging for more.

The bed shifts, and Leith lies down next to me. He places a warm palm on my belly and starts to slide it down. I arch up; he’s about to touch me right where I need him so bad. He suddenly rolls away and shifts into a reindeer.

“That’s inconvenient,” Ghost says.

“Touch me?” I plead, my eyes meeting his.

“Not yet,” Xavi tells me as he lets another cold drop hit my breast.

“Close your eyes,” Ghost adds.

I let my eyelids flutter shut, and wind covers them, holding them closed.

“This okay?” Ghost asks.

“Yes,” I whimper as an icy cold drop hits my other breast.

Not knowing where the water will land fills me with need. Each drop, on my breasts, my belly, my legs… it heightens the pleasure. Makes my hips thrust as far as Ghost’s bindings allow. Craving one of those icy drops on top of my clit.

“You’re so hot, baby,” Leith says as the bed shifts. And then his warm palm is back, running up my thigh, only to disappear.

I hear buzzing. And then Ghost says, “He shifted into a bee.”

Just then, a cold droplet falls on my inner thigh. So close to my clit, and yet so far away that I feel frustration build. “Xavi, Please!?”