Page 37 of Hunting Her
I glare at him. If he says one more word, I might punch him when he tries to fuck me awake later. He should try spending so long in captivity and then getting chased through a forest. I doubt he’d be doing much better.
“Don’t taunt her, Iz.” Lorcan wraps his arm around my waist and hoists me up into his hold. “It’s time to get her cleaned up.”
He carries me into the bathroom, a huge tub full of steaming hot water waiting for us. A calming lavender scent emanates from it. He lowers me down, and I hiss when the heat touches my cold toes, but once I’ve been submerged up to my shoulders my body relaxes.
The clear water has already turned murky, but Lorcan reaches his hands into the tub to rub a rough cloth down my legs. Dirt swirls in the water until I can’t see his hands or my legs, only feel where he’s touching. When he rubs the cloth along my inner thighs, I shiver.
The water feels oily from the butter, but Lorcan doesn’t drain it right away. He works the cloth over my arms and hands first, making sure all of the mud has been washed from my skin.
Then he picks me up and takes a few large steps back from the tub with me. Brellan and Izoran step in to change the water out for fresh, and Damek lifts a couple of different glass bottles to my nose.
“Tell me which one you prefer.”
The first smells of lavender, like the bath had. The second, peppermint. My favourite is the last one, smelling of orange and a sharp fall spice like the one in the air of my suite. He takes that one and dumps half the bottle into the refilling tub.
As it reaches close to the rim, Izoran turns off the water and strips down to nothing before stepping into the bath. He reaches his arms out, and I’m passed over to him like a treasured doll.
All the rest of them crowd into the tub too as I lean back against Izoran’s chest. It’s a large tub, but with five people in it all four guys have to be thigh to thigh and shoulder to shoulder, and there’s no place for me to be other than on their laps.
My eyelids droop, even as they all rub cloths over my skin to clean me. I yawn, the heated water making me languid and threatening to send me straight to sleep.
“Are there any other parts of you that need healing, my queen?” Brellan asks.
My muscle soreness has already been partially soothed by the earlier healing, and the rest will only be fixed with rest. It’s impossible for me to tell if I have any scratches or wounds.
“Can you check my feet?” I ask. “I did run through the cornfield barefoot.”
I doubt much damage was done by that, but I don’t think they’ll be happy if they find out later about a scrape or puncture we all missed.
Lorcan, as the one sitting across from me, lifts one foot from beneath the water, inspecting it carefully. He pokes and prods—maybe removing a splinter—and then runs his tongue along mysole. The other foot is next, getting the same treatment that I barely feel beyond the tickle of his touch.
“Nothing more?” Brellan confirms.
“I feel fine. Just… tired.”
“Then let’s finish washing you and get you into bed.”
Damek grabs a bucket from the side of the tub, filling it with water and carefully dumping it over my hair. Iz makes sure it doesn’t get in my eyes. They work some shampoo into a lather, then rinse it out the same way, dumping buckets of water until all the soap is washed out.
I’m surprised they manage to work out the tangles without any painful tugging after a night like that. Most of them had grabbed a fistful of my ginger locks at least once.
Finally, Brellan leans over with a clean cloth and instructs me to close my eyes. He smooths the rough fabric across my cheeks and forehead, wiping off the sweat, cum, and spit that’s dried onto my oily skin. When he’s satisfied, he lets me open my eyes and puts a thick cream onto my face without telling me anything about what it is.
It doesn’t matter. Not today.
I’ll let them clean me up whatever way they see fit today, because I’m too exhausted to do it myself. I can barely move.
Damek pushes to his feet first, water sliding down his form and clinging to his mouthwatering abs and half-hard cock. I watch his ass as he steps from the tub and grabs a towel, rubbing himself dry. I’m not aroused—I won’t be capable of that until I’ve gotten some sleep—but very appreciative.
At least the demon who coerced me into being his queen is hot.
The rest of them are too, standing up one by one until it’s only me and Iz left in the tub. They don’t bother to put on clothes, facing me in all their nude glory while Izoran helps me to stand. Damek takes over, getting me out of the tub. Brellanand Lorcan start drying me off, one from the top down and the other from the bottom up.
All I have to do is stand there while they work, Damek holding my hands to keep me grounded and upright.
Izoran drains the tub and dries himself, finishing as the others complete their task of painstakingly drying every part of me.
“My queen, do you need anything else before we head to sleep?” Brellan asks.
