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“We had more important things to do, didn’t we?” I ask, gesturing to Mack.

Tanner shakes his head. “Come on, Thornfield said there’s a washroom around here somewhere.”

“I’m not leaving him.” I fold my arms in front of my stomach and narrow my eyes in defiance. “Not until we know what Miranda’s potion does to him.”

Tanner looks like he might be about to argue with me, then smiles instead. “All right,” he says. “Then I’ll be back.”

He disappears, but reappears quickly. In his arms, he holds towels, wash cloths, and a large ornate bowl that looks like it might have been stolen from one of Thornfield’s displays.

Setting it down on the trunk at the foot of the bed, he pours a drop of water from Mack’s bedside cup into it, then waves his fingers. The water swells and expands until it fills the bowl.

Tanner looks at me.

I splay my fingers and send rays of heat to warm it.

When it’s steaming, he nods, then takes a bottle from his pocket and drops some pink liquid into the bowl. It dissolves, leaving the water colourless, but it smells divine.

“It’ll help with the wounds,” he says, then he takes my hand and helps me down from the bed. “Time to get naked, Little Star.”

I slide Sam’s off my shoulders, and Tanner dips the washcloth into the water. He sweeps it over my chest, warm water dripping down between my breasts. He cleans the wound on my neck gently, kissing the spot behind my ear as he wipes away the dried blood.

I drop the shirt down further.

Behind me, Mack shifts on the pillows.

I turn around, and remove the shirt completely. I meet Mack’s eyes as Tanner continues to wash me down.

The way Mack looks at me reminds me of the way I felt in the hall of mirrors, and heat pools in my belly.

Mack is watching me hungrily, eyes brighter, cheeks flushed.

I slide my hand between my thighs and my mouth drops open as I start to touch myself.

Mack shuffles again on the pillows, following my hand with his gaze.

Tanner moves the cloth to my breasts, and I sigh, leaning back into him as he sweeps warm water over my hardened nipples.

When he drops to his knees and starts to wash my legs, I move my spare hand to play with my breasts.

Mack meets my eyes. He nods at me, then looks at the hand that’s still between my thighs.

“Do exactly what I say,” he whispers.

I nod, and my fingers stop moving without him even having to tell them to.

I know this game.

And it’s one of my favourites. Especially when one of the others is watching.

Perhaps I enjoy being watched more than I thought.

Perhaps the hall of mirrors was what I needed to make me realize it.

“One finger. Inside.” Mack sits up straighter and pulls his shirt over his head.

Tanner has stopped touching me. Mack meets his eyes. “You’re not to stop licking her nipples until I tell you to,” he says.

A smile plays on Taner’s delicious lips. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me closer, then helps me up onto the bed so I’m kneeling, facing him but sideways on from Mack’s viewpoint.