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“Isn’t a fool. She knows just as much as we do.”

“That wasn’t what I was asking.” Honour dove back in. Her fingers wandered over Hudson’s body, teasing everywhere she touched with hard pinches and soft caresses.

Hudson reached between them, sliding one finger along the edge of Honour’s slit, the slit that was already parting as if Honour had just been waiting for this moment to begin, as if she’d been begging her body to allow it to happen just as much as Hudson had been.

“Not yet,” Honour said into Hudson’s neck. “Not yet.”

Hudson kept her hand right where it was, but she didn’t move it any farther. She didn’t slip a finger inside and find Honour’s clit, she didn’t dive two fingers into her warm center and hope that she could feel Honour clench around her. Instead Hudson teased in the only way she’d been given permission—one slow stroke against the edge of Honour’s slit after another.

Honour breathed heavily on Hudson’s shoulder. Her hand still covered Hudson’s breast, her hard nipple massaged by two of Honour’s fingers. Hudson threw her head back, undulating her hips to get some kind of movement going, to entice Honour to continue with what they were already doing. Hudson keened, dropping her other hand that wasn’t continuing its pattern along Honour’s slit to her own.

If Honour wasn’t going to touch her, then she was going to touch herself. She needed the release at this point. She needed to clear her mind and her body in order to focus on what they had to do next. She’d been too distracted by Honour and Kyree lately, and Hudson needed to know what this felt like. She needed the reminder that not every mer out there was dead set on killing her.

“Honour,” Hudson whined as she slid two fingers against her clit. “Watch me.”

Honour backed away slowly, her gaze drifting down Hudson’s body to her hands. Honour parted Hudson’s slit and watched with rapt attention as Hudson circled her clit and teased her own body. Honour’s cheeks tightened, her eyes squinting, and before Hudson knew what was happening, Honour’s hand replaced her own.

“Yesss….” Hudson murmured. “Yes.”

Hudson cried out loudly, grasping at Honour’s back as they pressed closely together. She closed her eyes, shuddering while Honour pressed her deeper into the cave wall, the prickly bits ofrock pushing into Hudson’s skin and giving her the tantalizing twist of pain and pleasure at the exact same time.

She loved this.

Honour moved a finger down and toyed at Hudson’s entrance, but Hudson shook her head sharply. “Don’t.” She breathed deeply. “Don’t do that.”

“All right.” Honour kissed down Hudson’s neck to her shoulder, her collar bone. She continued to tease Hudson’s clit.

Hudson breathed heavily, her entire body on fire. She cried out, looking over Honour’s shoulder and meeting Kyree’s dark eyes in the water not far from where they were.

Hudson held onto Honour, eyeing Kyree as her orgasm built—bigger, better, faster. Having the three of them together was something else entirely. She couldn’t imagine for a moment that only two of them would do in whatever formation that might be. The three of them together was so much better.

“Kyree is watching,” Hudson whispered to Honour. “Don’t stop. I want her to see this.”

Honour didn’t pause. She kept moving her fingers right along Hudson’s clit. She kept her face buried in Hudson’s breasts. Hudson arched her back and kept her gaze on Kyree, beckoning her closer with each passing second.

“Kyree,” Hudson said, her voice breaking as her orgasm stole through her. She closed her eyes tight, her head swimming with all the sensations that Honour caused, the ones that rippled through her like a strong wave, pulling her out of reality and back into it so many times. “Honour.”

“We’re here,” Kyree murmured. “We’re here.”

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Hudson stilled against the rock, her entire body easing with the energy spent. Honour kept her hand against Hudson’s clit, debating whether or not to start teasing her again. She’d noticed instantly when Kyree had happened upon then. The energy in the water had changed, so when Hudson had called out Kyree’s name, Honour hadn’t been surprised.

Honour pressed her mouth to Hudson’s. The kiss this time was sloppy, lazy, and full of satisfaction. Their tongues tangled, and Honour had to breathe deeply to center herself. She had no idea what was going to happen next, if Kyree was going to join them or if this would be the end of their lovemaking. Perhaps Kyree would continue to watch—that could be a happy medium.

Unlike Hudson, Honour wasn’t going to use her strength to put Kyree in a situation where she couldn’t resist, not that Honour had done much resisting. She’d fully thrown herself into the fucking, though she hadn’t actually gotten off yet. But fear crept into Honour’s heart.

She was too scared to ask Kyree to join them.

She was too worried about what the answer might be.

That Kyree wouldn’t be willing to join them. And that would break Honour’s heart.

“Kyree,” Hudson keened, her voice a wobble of arousal and satisfaction. “Come be with us.”

Honour could feel when Kyree was right next to her. She still hadn’t managed to pull her fingers from Hudson’s slit or her face from Hudson’s neck. She continued to press kisses, to hold herself back and be the reserved one in this partnership. She couldn’t give everything over, not without first knowing that it would be accepted.

That had always been her problem. Covering Hudson’s nipple with her lips, Honour teased it back into a hard nub. She was fast coming to love Hudson’s breasts. They were beautiful, large, and they moved with her body in ways that were perfect for her. Kyree’s breasts were small as were Honour’s, not even enough for a palmful. She’d been told she wasn’t woman enough several times over the seasons, but she’d always dismissed those thoughts in the end.

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