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His eyes got big and his scent deepened. I smiled knowingly. “Later, Benedict. If you behave and the pair of you don’t antagonise each other too much… I’ll put my dick in your mouth, and then you can put your cock wherever you want.”
“Are you going to make me beg?”
“No.” I released him. “Right now I’m going to take a bath.”
His hands grabbed my thighs. “The pair of you are going to make me crawl.”
“You look good on your knees, Pax. And like you, I love beautiful things.”
Licking my lips, I left him kneeling, his gaze hot upon my back, my buttocks, and down my legs to my feet.
Beatrice, meanwhile, had sunk into the steaming water, sighing at the temperature, which was near scalding—a fact I knew since I reached in for the cloth to begin scrubbing her back.
“How’s it on your wound?” Pax asked.
“About as stingy as the rest of me,” she said, leaning forward so that the long-legged alpha could slip behind her before pulling her back against his chest. “Shall you be joining us, Colonel?”
“I’m quite enjoying the view, m’dear. Ain’t nothing like staring at a beautiful woman through clear water…”
“You ass. That was not gentlemanly.”
“I was not born a gentleman. Can’t claim to be one now..”
“What is this?” Pax grumbled.
“We went skinny dipping a week ago. Hot day. Cold water…” Beatrice waved her hand, causing a few drops of water to land on my face. “You know how it is.”
“No. I. Do. Not.” Pax growled almost playfully. I settled on the edge of the tub and watched them. “But I would like to.”
“Next time, dearest,” I assured him. “Next time.”
The bath did not fit three, so we cleaned up Trix, then Pax, and finally, I dunked myself into the somewhat cloudy, temperate water. I was drying off while Pax and Trix dragged out the worst of the linens. Or rather, Pax did the carting while Trix sat in the centre of the nest and grudgingly gave up some of the more—I wrinkled my nose—crusty pieces.
“What happens to them?” Pax asked under his breath.
“I don’t know… Glad we are finding something softer than them.”
He grumbled something, but added his armful to the pile.
“Trix?”
“I won’t… Oh. Yes. Take these—”
I snatched the indeterminate bundle from her and tossed it out into the bedroom. But I did not watch where it landed. My eyes on the soft curves of the rear view of her body.
“I think you will enjoy making a nest in London,” I mused. “Not seen it, but Pax had one configured when he moved into his house. You’ll want to make changes, I suspect.”
“There isn’t much interesting about a nest,” Beatrice grunted as she tried to pull out something from a pile of perfectly—to her—arranged pillows. “What is interesting is the scents. Did you know that heat sex scents are far—”
I laced my fingers through her hair and carefully—oh, so carefully—pulled her back. “Less interested in the theory of nesting, Trix, than I am in the practicalities of fucking you in one.”
“Jack…”
Pax hissed from the door.
“Call me Tod, Trix. Pax is listening, and I know he would love to watch his matched pair. His Tod and his Vixen fuck…” I knew he could hear me, and I needed him to watch. I needed him to see the way I would fuck his mate and the way his mate would fuck me. Pax entered the room quietly. Beatrice didn’t move, and I continued to hold her in her place. He walked around he looked down at her. He smiled, and I smiled.
She wiggled in my grip. “Let me go?” she asked.
