I closed my eyes and felt my cheeks burning hotly as I realized they knew I’d been binding my breasts to keep them as flat as possible.

They were acting like hiding my figure from them was sacrilegious.

Pulling his dagger again, Vanquish climbed to his feet and walked around.

“Not that!” I covered my face. “Please don’t.”

“I think it’s the least of what we’ll be doing to you in a few days’ time.”

The Mating Moon? What torture did they intend for that day?

"Hunter, figure out what's going on with her face and hair."

As evil as they had been to me, they'd never bothered me about the cloak or that I always kept the hood down over my face. Though Vanquish had often eyed it in annoyance.

He doesn't like me not meeting his gaze.

Hunter's feet appeared in my peripheral and he hooked my hood with his toes. Pushing it back to expose the scrap of cloth I tied over my hair.

"Get that thing off her!" Racer spat in annoyance.

***

Hunter leaned over and plucked it off my head. "Well, look at this!"

My silvery blonde hair was bound back in a ponytail which I rolled around my crown. Now it flipped loose and rolled into the leaves next to me.

Racer leaned over my chest to catch the cloth tying my hair in the tail and jerk it out.

I was startled to feel something hard tucking against my breasts as his hip dug into my chest as he leaned over.

"What's that?" I asked.

He sat back up and rubbed it up and down. Grumbling more to Hunter then to me. "All this discovery and wonder is getting me excited."

"Me too." Hunter admitted.

Vanquish knelt near my other shoulder and tipped to peer under my bodice.

"Racer, fold that thing over."

Racer complied. Catching the top of the stiff material and bending it back. It was stiff enough and laced so loosely that it slid down until bumping into him sitting atop me.

Oh, no. Make them stop. I willed. Closing my eyes as tight as I could. Hoping it was some awful nightmare.

Vanquish stuck the blade in the shadow of my smashed cleavage and carefully twisted it up. Leaning over intently as he gave a couple sawing motions.

The cloth ripped the last bit and tossed open. My white breasts bursting free and the nippled peaks coming to rest against the bend of my bodice.

I struggled underneath Racer. Trying to reach up to cover myself from the three pair of eyes watching intently. But Racer's knees were pinning my arms to my sides. I tossed my head.

"I want her now." Hunter whined.

"We all do." Vanquish dismissed. Dropping the few inches to suck my nipple into his mouth. Lathing it and then drawing it deep into his mouth.

I gasped in horror. My back arcing as though he'd put a hot iron to me.