Page 81 of Do You Even Hex, Bro?
"I could rub your feet," Micah offers tentatively. "If you want."
A foot massage feels somehow more intimate than what Sean is doing to my back, but I'm past the point of overthinking this. And if I’m even going to consider staying, I want them to prove themselves.
"Sure."
Micah sits at the other end of the couch, lifting my feet onto his lap. His hands are surprisingly gentle as he works his thumbs into my arches through my socks, applying perfect pressure to points I didn't know could feel that good.
Between the two of them, I'm melting into a puddle of contented witch. It's hard to focus on the pain when my body is responding so enthusiastically to their touch. The movie plays in the background, but I've lost track of the plot entirely.
Not that there was much of one to begin with.
Killian watches us, his ice-blue eyes darkening. There's hunger in that gaze, but it’s tempered with restraint. It still makes my skin prickle with unease, but it’s hard to look at him and see the monster that flayed me open. I have to actively remind myself wolf shifters and werewolves share alotof uncomfortable similarities.
Mainly the teeth.
"You know," Killian says, his voice dropping to a seductive rumble, "we don't have to be bonded officially to make you feel good. Who knows? Since we're mates, it might even help replenish your energy without the formal bond."
My heart stutters. "I'm on my period," I mumble, suddenly flustered.
I can't believethat'sthe only reason springing to my mind right now for why that's a terrible idea.
He scoffs. "So? A little blood never stopped a wolf."
The casual way he dismisses what most men I've known have treated as a revolting inconvenience is... disarming. And more arousing than it should be. Heat pools low in my belly, and not just from the cramps.
I've been so focused on my reservations about them as wolves that I've managed to mostly ignore how attractive they all are. Mostly. But this close, my body thrumming with instincts I know I can't keep ignoring forever, it's impossible to forget.
And they all want me.
Scars, complications, baggage and all.
Because they’re nuts. But still.
"You're overthinking," Killian says softly. "Let us take care of you, Regina."
Maybe it's the exhaustion, or the way Sean's hands have turned my spine to liquid, or the fact that I haven't been touched with genuine desire in longer than I care to admit. Whatever the reason, I find myself nodding.
“Okay.”
The energy in the room shifts instantly. Sean's hands pause on my lower back, and Micah's fingers still against my arches. Killian moves forward, graceful as a predator, settling between my legs with a confidence that makes my breath catch.
"Relax," he murmurs, large hands sliding up my thighs. "We'll make you feel so good."
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants, looking up at me for permission. I nod, and he tugs them down my legs along with my underwear, leaving me exposed from the waist down.
Normally, this makes me feel vulnerable, but all I feel is desire. Hot, insistent desire coursing through my veins. Sean shifts behind me, his hands resuming their massage but now sliding beneath my sweatshirt, tracing patterns against my bare skin. Micah moves closer, watching me with hungry eyes.
Killian settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them wider. His warm breath fans across my most sensitive flesh, making me shiver in anticipation of what he's about to do. When his mouth finally makes contact, I gasp, hips bucking involuntarily.
He takes his time, exploring me with his tongue, seeming to savor every reaction he draws from my body. I'm already wet, but each pass of his tongue over my clit makes me even wetter. After a few minutes, he pauses only to reach up and carefully remove my tampon, tossing it aside without a second glance. And I don't even have time to be properly mortified because he dives in without hesitation, licking a stripe up my slit.
"Fuck, you taste amazing," he growls, diving back in with renewed enthusiasm. His tongue delves deeper, lapping at the blood mixed with my arousal like it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted.
Is this a wolf thing?
Thishasto be a fucking wolf thing.
"Lucky bastard," Micah mutters from somewhere to my right.
