He pushed up on his elbows and shook his head. “You are asking for trouble, Charlee.”
Eyeing the wolves as they power-paddled toward me, I grinned. “You guys are so cute! Such good boys!” I cooed, waiting for them to get closer.
“We’re going to do a different type of paddling when we catch you!” Linc promised with a teasing growl.
Right before the pair got close enough to grab me, I ducked beneath the water and swam away. We spent the next thirty minutes playing a game of cat-and-mouse, or rather, bunny-and-beast.
Growing bored of simply staying out of reach, I changed tactics. I popped up in front of Copeland, who tried to cover his scream of surprise with a curse.
“Charlee! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“Nope! I just wanted to talk to you about your car insurance—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence before having to dart underwater to avoid him.
A handful of minutes later, I sneaked up behind Linc and pinched his adorable butt. He hadn’t been expecting to be attacked from below, and although it was muffled, there was no missing his shout. I pressed my lips together, struggling to keep from expelling my air in a fit of giggles.
While I would’ve happily stayed in the lake for several hours, my muscles trembled from the exertion. Reluctantly, I headed toward shore. Within a minute, I could hear the splashing of the shifters as they raced after me. The water was still over my head when an arm curled around my waist, yanking me backward against a hard chest.
“And where do you think you are going, naughty bunny?” Copeland asked, his lips brushing my ear.
“To shore?” It came out as more of a question than a statement. “My legs are tired,” I added, trying to elicit some pity and hopefully escape the consequences of my actions.
“We can’t have that.” Linc appeared in front of me. Since he was taller, the water circled around his abs. It dripped from his hair, running in rivulets down his shoulders and chest. “Let me help.”
Gripping my thighs, he gently pried my legs apart and stepped between them. I found myself suspended in the water between the pair.
“Relax. We’ve got you. You don’t need to do a thing,” Copeland purred, his tongue swirling against my neck.
Linc’s hands moved to cup my bare breasts. “I think we need to remind her how big wolves are.”
As if I could forget when Copeland’s hard length was literally grinding against my back, and the water was doing nothing to cool the heat of Linc’s erection where it was branding my stomach.
“I think we should,” Copeland agreed, his hands trailing over my skin, warming me despite the chill of the water.
“Here? Now?” I squeaked as Linc stroked a thumb along my slit.
“Yes, sugar.” Linc lowered his head and nipped my lower lip. “I need you. Now.” His length jerked against my belly.
“What if someone is hiking and sees us?” I protested, albeit weakly.
“No one comes to this lake,” Copeland assured me, brushing my wet hair to the side so he could suck and nip the back of my neck. “Besides, anyone would be lucky to get to watch a woman as gorgeous as you getting her body worshiped.”
“It is a beautiful thing to witness.” Fletcher’s voice came from the shore.
Peeking around the wall of muscle in front of me, I found my rabbit mate stroking the tent in his shorts. It was hot, and myinsides quivered in excitement. Linc chose that moment to slip a finger inside me, making it impossible for me to speak.
Gasping, I leaned my head back against Copeland’s chest and soaked in the delicious heat of my mates’ bodies pressed against mine. Was their skin always this hot?
“Bunny boy, how about you come join us?” Copeland called.
Without question, Fletcher entered the lake and waded toward us.
“Kneel down,” Linc ordered him.
The guys moved to where the water lapped against Fletcher’s collarbones. I guess the wolves were communicating mentally because they moved as if they shared a single mind, all without speaking a word. Linc stepped to the side, letting Copeland fully support me as he shifted our positions so that Fletcher was in the water directly in front of me.
“Wrap your legs around his shoulders,” Copeland whispered, his tongue tracing the curve of my ear.
My eyes widened. Oral wasn’t something Fletcher and I had done yet. What if he wasn’t into it? “You don’t have to?—”
