“You’ve had yours, leave her be.” Van commanded in snarl.
A temporary reprieve. I was relieved to hear that. I whooshed out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
Hunter met his unrelenting look and realized if he didn’t obey in this instance, there would be consequences from his brother.
Hunter abruptly ducked down and hoisted me into a bridal carry. Aiming for the creek. When I began struggling, he plopped me over his shoulder. Climbing down into the water, then tipping me back, so I dropped in. Unable to catch myself with my hands with them wound behind my back. Flailing slightly as I landed backward in the water. I couldn’t float. Sputtering and spitting out water.
He caught my waist to set me upright. Putting my feet under me.
He was chuckling. “Calm down, Vanna Rae. I’m not going to drown you!”
I fumbled to my feet. Tossing my hair back and gasping against the cold, which immediately made my nipples harden. Floating on the surface of the water. The top of the creamy globes slick with water. I jerked my wrists trying to work the ties loose.
I started kicking so hard, Hunter growled and roughly spun me away from him. Holding around my elbows to bind my hands to my side. “Whoa. Whoa.”
He made sure he kept his pelvis tucked away from my hands so I couldn’t get a grip on his most delicate part.
“Calm down, Vanna Rae.” He whispered near my shoulder. His voice softening as he saw I was truly afraid. “I’m not hurting you. Just trying to help clean you off. We made a mess of you.”
Vanquish and Racer were watching. Leaned back on the bank. Seeming amused by Hunter’s struggle.
“Best get her under control.” Racer said. “She’s the size of a large child and seems to be putting a whipping on you, brother!”
Vanquish gave him a lopsided grin.
“Think you could do better?” Hunter grunted as I threw an elbow back into his abdomen.
“Fine!” He declared. Releasing me and stepping backward along the bottom. Lifting his hands in surrender. “I really am just trying to help get the grime off. The water will soothe whatever we may’ve hurt in our haste and clumsiness.”
“We were overzealous.” Vanquish called. Face sobering.
“We’re sorry, Vanna Rae.” Racer said grudgingly. “Moon’s coming.” He pointed upward as if in way of explanation.
“We’re crude sons-of-bitches, the closer it gets.” Vanquish muttered. “We didn’t mean to hurt you.”
They’re minds shut down when they’re in the haze of lust.
Though I understood it, it didn’t mean I had to be forgiving.
“Let me wash you off?” Hunter coaxed. Giving me a long look that said I could trust him. The unbreakable look wolves gave each other.
When we have nothing to hide.
I was turned glaring at him. Standing at a higher point on the bank so I wouldn’t have to kick my feet to stay afloat. Or try to swim with my hands bound.
He caught a bit of soap weed from the bank next to me and held it up in a fist. “I won’t touch you more than to wash you?”
Lips tight I finally gave a single nod. Body stiff as he approached.
Hunter began a low, methodical scrub with his hands. Washing my back and shoulders and down my arms. Following the line of my waist he started to moan and choked it off. Sure, that the sound would alarm me.
I peered over my shoulder at him and saw his gaze lingering on the defined lines of my narrow back.
He pointed downward. “Down low.”
I looked over my shoulder at him, my eyes narrowing warningly. I felt them yellowing as I prepared to bite him if he tried to be forceful.
All three of them, I couldn’t overpower. But one…I could certainly teach a lesson.
“I can promise you I’m not getting hungry again.” Hunter growled into the side of my neck. “You’re scent…It’s driving me wild.”
As he rubbed my lower lips, he used his wrists to rock me back against his groin and he thrust at the same time. So, his cock could run along my crack.
I yelped and lurched forward, but his forearm kept me from moving any further away. “Hunter!”
“Mmm.” He was moaning near my shoulder.
Thrusting harder as he washed my belly with his other hand. He turned one finger, so it entered me. “You’re so tight. I’m going to fill that tiny little hole.” He promised in my ear.
I snarled cautioningly, but it only seemed to excite him more. Making his grip on me tighten.
“Come the Mating Moon, we’re all going to stuff you full.” He moaned again and sunk his teeth into my shoulder.
It didn’t hurt.
And it’s not a mark.
But it was enough to hold me fast. While his finger probed in and out of me. Eventually my head lolled back against his shoulder as my body started clenching around his touch.
For a time, I forgot the other pairs of eyes watching me intently. Unaware I’d begun jutting my pelvis against his hand. Tipping my breasts as my back arched. I moaned loudly as I came. My body spasming around his finger.
His other hand was massaging one of my breasts. Working the flesh in his palm.
As I finished jerking in pleasure his other hand slid up to mold my breasts. Thumbing the nipples as he continued pressing my backside until he vibrated, and I felt hot slickness land on my tied hands and along my spine.
His arousal had peaked again just rubbing against me.