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.

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