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Nix wanted to look nothing like them now.Maybe tomorrow I will wake up completely myself.
She turned on the hot water and watched it batter the white-tiled shower floor.
Alone, her mind could finally think.
Étienne was her mate, and if it took the reversal potion for him to recognize her as such, maybe Persius would realize it tomorrow when she tracked him down.
There was also the confusing fact that with two destined fated mates, Nix was still attracted to Ryker and Bael. The men were so different from one another. Where Ryker was the strong and quiet type, Thierry was the intense, sexy brainiac, and Bael was the impulsive and never-stops-flirting sex demon.
Who was Persius in this life? Because Nix had known him when he was broken and cynical. This version of Persius seemed like human sunshine—and he liked Elle.
But I’m not going to think about that right now.
As she stepped under the hot water, her body relaxed, and soot and blood washed down her limbs.
The steam warmed her, and she breathed in the musky scent of Bael and Ryker’s soap and body wash. The fragrance was as comforting as it was titillating.
She shivered as she bent and picked up the bottle that smelled most like Ryker. A woodsy vanilla that reminded her of blown-out birthday candles.
Squeezing some of the body wash gel onto her palm, she rubbed it into her skin. Lathering herself with his scent, she panted at the rush of arousal that coursed through her. The masculine scent filled her lungs and tingled inside her.
Maybe the whole “approaching immortal maturity” horniness thing was not only applicable to the guys. Did they really use that massive bottle of coconut oil to jerk off twice a day, or did Bael just say that to tease her?
Nix’s legs squirmed as water raced down her breasts and stomach. Her nipples tightened into sensitive peaks as droplets of warm water pelted the pink tips like delicate flicks of an invisible tongue.
Did Ryker really coat his fingers with the oil and wrap his fingers around himself when he had an erection? Did he typically masturbate in this bathroom? Maybe in the shower, where Nix now stood.
Did he ever get so overwhelmed by the self-pleasuring that he slammed a hand onto the shower wall and…
Her core throbbed as a familiar pulsing began between her legs.
Damn it. Would the alphas scent her arousal?
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“Remind me again why you are here, old man?” Bael asked Thierry as the men returned to the living room to talk. “Because I think my time is better spent fetching Nixie another towel—”
“Focus,” Thierry scolded him.
“Know that I am only half listening to you while I half listen to Nix’s nightgown slip to the floor and her naked body step under the shower.”
Frustrated, Thierry ran a hand over his face to keep himself from using that same hand to slap the incubus.
My mate is naked in another man’s home while I am in a different room, chatting like my dick is not the hardest it has ever been, Thierry thought to himself.
His inner instinct roared at him to go join Nix under the hot spray of the water. To clean her with his hands, then his tongue. Thoroughly.
“You are…friends with her, aren’t you?” Thierry asked Ryker and Bael. “You care about her safety?”
“More than my own,” Bael replied in such a serious and genuine tone that Thierry sat momentarily stunned.
For the incubus to care so much for Nix, was Bael also her mate? Was Thierry willing to share the woman he had waited years for and risked turning to stone forever without?
Thierry said, “Then, we need to discuss what I saw in her room.”
“Lace panties?”
