Page 45 of Last Resort

Breen smiled and said, “First, I will make the braid, and then Myro and I will mark it, and then I will braid Myro, and you will braid me, and it will all be done in half an hour.”

“Oh. Fast.”

He chuckled, and his fingers started whipping around without tugging, and she saw him working his way down the lock.

“So, this is representative?”

He smiled. “You figured that out, right? Yes, it has to be us in a mental state to bond and you to be receptive. The blood washes off in the next shower. It makes it somewhat ritualistic and gets us all in the frame of mind to bond.”

“I see. But no sex tonight.”

He grinned. “No penetrative sex. We still have days of challenges to undergo, and we all need to be able to move easily.”

“Oh, so you have a strategy. Well, I already blew all the ocean-based challenges.” She grimaced. “I am way too buoyant.”

Myro chuckled. “Just one of the things we appreciate about you.”

She couldn’t turn her head, so she flipped him off.

Breen smiled and whipped the end of the braid with a hair. He lifted his hand to his mouth and slid his hand down the column of hair. She felt a tingling inside her skull, and Myro moved to the side. She smelled blood again, and then there was a heavy pressure on her mind.

She laughed and said, “Wow. I feel like I am on the verge of a migraine.”

They moved the chairs around, and then Breen was presenting his lock that he wanted braided before he did the same to Myro. She scooted in close and went to work on the braid. Breen smiled. “Consider yourself lucky. There is a group that had to learn a five-braid.”

She paused and then smiled. “Myrtle’s group.”

“Correct.”

She only had to braid ten inches of hair, so when she finished tying it off, she stuck her left index finger at Breen. “Bite.”

He grinned and nicked her finger with his teeth. She didn’t say anything, but she slicked down his braid with blood. And as he finished Myro’s, she got up and trailed her fingers down his braid as well. Myro took care of Breen’s braid, and then Breen did the same.

There was a locking feeling in her mind, and Poppy’s legs buckled.

Myro caught her and said, “And now we rest and let the bonds lock in. We will be up and dressed on time.”

Her head was humming as they stripped to their shorts and crawled into bed with her tucked between them. She felt so much more with their minds linked to hers. The part of her brain that controlled the time portals was desperately wrapping their own energies and trying to sort it safely.

They pressed their heads to hers, and she slowly breathed until she let her mind relax into sleep.

Poppy woke up in soft, warm darkness and kissed Myro. His eyes opened, and he cupped her cheek.

“What do you want, Poppy?”

“Touch without fear?”

He caressed her hair from her face. “We can do that. But we might need to remove your kitten pyjamas.”

She smiled. “I accept the terms.”

Hands behind her eased her shirt up and off then he skimmed the bottoms and her panties down and off.

Breen moved her hair and kissed his way down her neck, across her shoulders, and down to the small of her back. Myro moved down her front, and she tried to guess if she had suggested touching or licking because licking was happening.

Myro’s mouth on her breasts got her hot, and she felt a solid tremor go through her, and slow clasping inside had her blushing.

Myro paused, sucked softly a few times, and then kept working his way further down.

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