Chapter 149: Payback II (18+)

The words landed like cold water.

Xavi’s eyes snapped open. "What?"

Ermin propped himself up on one elbow, looking stunned. "Now?"

The looks on their faces—the mix of confusion, need, and dawning horror—nearly made her laugh out loud.

"Yes," she announced, standing and stretching her arms above her head. The movement pulled her silk top taut across her chest, and she heard one of them make a strangled sound behind her. "I’ll be back."

She walked toward the stream without looking back.

But her palms tingled, and her nipples were already sensitive against her top. As badly as she wanted them to touch her first, she wanted to take her time and—

The rustle of fur behind her snapped Tera out of her thoughts as both males moved to stand.

Tera glanced over her shoulder with a look that stopped them mid-rise.

"I don’t remember telling you to join me."

They sank back down like gentle puppies.

Xavi’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.

Ermin looked like someone had just stolen the meat straight from his hands.

"Wait here," Tera said sweetly.

She turned her back to them and made her way to the stream, which was only a few steps away.

Her inner thighs were already slick. She could literally still feel the warm impressions of their cocks against her thighs, and the thought of it already had her so soaked that she could feel the dampness with every step.

She almost made her turn back.

Tera loosened her top and let the fabric slip from her shoulders and pool around her waist before she let it fall to the grass.

The night air kissed her bare breasts, and her nipples tightened instantly.

A tingling sensation spread from the stiffened peaks through her chest and sank low into her belly, settling into a liquid heat between her legs that had been building since the first press of Ermin’s cock against her skin.

As she removed her skirt with a deliberate slowness, the knowledge that two pairs of hungry eyes were watching her strip did something filthy to her body, and her pussy throbbed once again when the skirt fell.

Fully naked, she walked into the stream.

The water was cool but not cold, and it lapped at her calves, then her thighs. She scooped water with her hands and let it run over her shoulders, down her chest, between her breasts. The droplets caught the moonlight as they traced paths down her body.

She tilted her head back, exposing the long line of her throat, and ran her wet fingers through her hair.

She was barely washing.

Her hands glided over her own skin, and what had started as performance was becoming something dangerously real. She cupped water over her breasts and let it spill across them, and when her palms slid over her stiffened nipples, a sharp spike of pleasure shot straight down to her clit.

Her breath shook.

She did it again, slower this time. Pressing her palms flat against the swollen peaks, circling them with the heel of her hand until the friction made her stomach clench. Her skin was flushed and oversensitive, and every touch of her own fingers felt amplified, as if their eyes on her had turned her entire body into a nerve ending.

Her hands drifted lower.

She could feel the ache between her thighs like a second heartbeat, and the occasional spray of rushing water against her heated pussy made her bite down hard on her lower lip to stop the moan from escaping.

She wanted to touch herself. Just one small shift would give her the pressure she was desperate for, but she controlled herself instead.

Every arc of her arm, every tilt of her hips, and every slow turn offered a different angle to the two males she knew were watching from the clearing.

Xavi and Ermin sat side by side in matching states of ruin.

Xavi’s hands were gripping his own knees so hard the knuckles had gone white. His golden eyes tracked every movement of water on her skin as if his life depended on cataloguing each droplet.

She had no scent, but her arousal carried faintly on the air, calling to him. When she turned slightly, and the water caught the underside of her breasts, Xavi’s cock twitched so hard it nearly dislodged his loincloth.

He pressed his hand against it to hold the disobedient body part down, but it didn’t listen. Even worse, it was beginning to leak with a steady pulse that was already dampening his loincloth.

He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted to walk to that stream.

But she had told him to wait, and it was torture.

Ermin wasn’t faring any better.

He was sitting completely still, his tail wrapped around his own ankle, which was the only thing stopping it from betraying how agitated he was. His eyes were locked on the silhouette of Tera in the water, the way the moonlight outlined every curve and dip as she ran her hands over herself.

He watched the water run down her stomach and disappear between her legs, and his mouth went dry imagining his tongue following the same path. He wanted to taste the salt of her skin and the slickness he knew was dripping from her. He wanted to pin her down with his tail and devour her until she was trembling and not able to speak.

His claws had extended without his permission, sinking into the fur beneath him.

Neither of them had expected this.

They had been so giddy and happy about finally having some time away from the cubs, and the excitement of lying beside Tera under the stars had simply overflowed. Xavi had kissed her neck on pure instinct, and Ermin had pressed close because her warmth had felt too good to resist.

They hadn’t planned a seduction.

They had just wanted to hold her.

And now she was punishing them for it in the most exquisite way possible.

"She... she... is she doing this on purpose?" Ermin whispered.

Xavi swallowed, his eyes not moving from Tera’s frame. "I... think so?"

Ermin’s concentration nearly shifted to the bear beast. He had never heard Xavi sound so uncertain before.