Page 88 of The Pack

I should have felt awkward or self-conscious, maybe even embarrassed. Instead, a slow, increasingly familiar warmth wasunfurling deep in my belly, winding its way through me with every careful stroke of their hands.

I knew what it was.

Desire.

I closed my eyes, sinking deeper into the warm water as the tension in my muscles eased. The warmth of the water and the feel of their hands began to work together, lulling me into a strange, almost dreamlike state. My skin tingled wherever they touched me, and the heat spreading through me wasn’t just from the bath.

It was more than that. It was the way they looked at me, like they cherished me. The way their voices softened when they spoke to me. The way their hands lingered, reverent and unhurried, as though they wanted to memorize every inch of me.

It wasn’t just the care they were giving me—it was attention, and it was doing something to me.

Callum’s fingers smoothed higher along my legs, his touch light, but purposeful. I sighed happily as a fiery jolt of desire shot straight into my core.

Magnus’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of my waist with slow, deliberate movements. His eyes stayed on mine, unwavering, and I felt my pulse quicken under his heated scrutiny. Killian’s hands moved through my hair, working the soap into my long locks and gently massaging my scalp.

Every part of me was awake now, my skin hypersensitive to their touch. My body responded before my mind could catch up, a slow, pulsing ache settling low in my belly.

For the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt seen.

Wanted.

I didn’t want it to end.

The water rippled softly as I shifted, the warmth seeping into my skin.

Callum’s fingers brushed higher on my thigh, his movements unhurried as though he had all the time in the world. I swallowed hard, raising my eyes up to meet his warm gray ones. I gulped again when I saw the desire simmering within them.

“Every part of you is beautiful, Zara,” he said sincerely, his teasing grin replaced by a tender smile.

My chest tightened at his words.

“You should tell her that more often,” Killian said warmly. “She doesn’t believe it yet.”

“I can hear you, you know,” I muttered, though my cheeks burned hotter.

“We know,” Killian said, grinning as he stared back at me. His fingers worked deeper into my scalp, sending a pleasant hum of sensation through my body.

The warmth pooling inside me spread, burning brighter with every touch, every word. I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the feeling, into them.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I let go. I let myself feel.

I let myself want.

A soft moan escaped my lips, the sound echoing off the stone walls, and Magnus let out a low growl. He moved closer, hisbroad frame towering over me, his hand resting gently on the curve of my shoulder. His touch sent a shock of electricity through me, my pulse racing as his thumb traced slow circles over my collarbone.

He leaned closer, his eyes locked onto mine. His breath was warm, his scent musky and masculine.

My pussy tightened, the tension coiling in my core. He smiled, his expression warm, but unreadable. His fingers trailed up the column of my neck, lingering just below my jaw.

Another moan slipped from my lips, louder this time, and I felt a blush spreading over my cheeks.

Magnus didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to like it.

His lips were inches from mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. The manly scent of him wrapped around me, and I felt my body responding to him, to all of them.

“We’re not leaving your side again,” he whispered. “No matter what happens. We’ll always be here, protecting you. Watching over you. Taking care of you.”

A wave of emotion washed over me, and I bit my lip, my eyes fluttering closed.

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