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I stepped into the water and held out my hand. She took it, releasing a deep breath before joining me in the lake. Alaric followed, staying close to make her feel safe.

“If you let me drown,” she said, looking between us with a pout, “I’ll haunt you.”

“Noted.” I gave her a calm smile and led her further, stopping when the water brushed the peaked buds of her nipples.

“First, you’ll learn the right way to hold your breath.”

“There’s a right way to hold your breath?”

Alaric barked out a laugh at her sassy tone. “Oh, sweetheart, there’s a right way to do everything. And breathing, or not breathing, is the key to swimming. You have to master your lungs, but you also need to master your mind. When you’re under the water, your instincts will surface. They’ll want you topanic. You have to convince your body that you’re safe so your mind stays clear.”

“Right. Piece of cake,” she said, unconvinced.

We showed her some breathing exercises, and she dipped her head beneath the water. After the first few attempts, Isolde smiled at her progress, and we worked our way through leg movements, then arms. We finally showed her how to use her core to keep her body upright.

Isolde was a fast learner. Before long, she was gliding through the water.

“What happens if I can swim back to the bank all by myself?” she asked with a coy smile.

I raised a brow. “Are we making a bet?”

“Unless you’re too scared,” she taunted, smoothly paddling around me.

“Don’t let her sweet face fool you, Bishop. She’s trying to goad you into a loss.”

I studied our mate’s saccharine smile. “Fine. What do you want for it?”

“I want you to make that roast chicken we had last night. I can’t get it out of my mind.”

Masculine pride filled my chest at the thought of satisfying my mate, and I grinned. “Deal.”

Alaric and I watched Isolde’s lithe form cut through the water as if she had been swimming her whole life. It was the mostenjoyable afternoon I’d had in a while. Even Alaric seemed content to spend hours with her in the water. The only thing missing was Wynn.

She reached the bank, and a proud shout rang through the air. Alaric and I met her there, shaking off like our wolves.

“So, when can I expect my prize?” she asked as she slipped into her pants, wiggling her eyebrows in my direction.

“Today, if you want it,” I said, putting my clothes on as well.

She mulled over the offer. “I think I’ll hold on to it.”

“I think I’ll hold on to you,” Alaric said with a wink.

“As if you have a choice. You guys are stuck with me now,” she said, laughing.

“There’s no one I’d rather be stuck with,” I said honestly.

The pleasure in her eyes was almost too much to handle.

Chapter 13

Isolde

Wet clothes had never felt better.

Rays of sun warmed my back, and my two mates walked beside me as we made our way home after a day of firsts.

When I admitted I didn’t know how to swim, the last thing I expected was for them to teach me. I never imagined they would take the time to bring me to the lake and show me themselves. The kindness of it, the fun, was just as surprising.

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