Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“Oh, it’s an animal from Earth legends,” Celia explained. “It looks kind of like a white horse only it’s got a single, spiral horn in the center of its forehead. It’s supposed to have magical powers, like healing and neutralizing poison with the tip of its horn.”
“I never saw any fucking unicorns when I went down to Earth,” Fierce remarked.
“Because it’s a mythical animal,” Celia explained. “People made it up.”
The Dark Twin Frowned.
“Why would you make up animals when you have so many real ones already?”
“Are the three of you showering in there or just talking?” came Ger’tha’s voice from the doorway. “I told you, it’s almost time for lights out!”
“We’re showering!” Celia called back.
She’d been holding the gauzy red gown in front of her in an attempt at modesty but now she hastily hung it on a peg and hurried to the shower nozzles lined up along the wooden wall. She tried to turn the wooden knob to make water come out, but forgot that her right hand was hurt.
“Ow! Hijo de puta!” she swore, yanking her wounded fingers away from the knob.
“Here, my lady—let me,” Hold murmured. He stepped in front of her and turned the knob, adjusting the spray until it was warm but not too hot and wide enough to encompass all three of them.
“Oh, thank you, Hold,” Celia murmured, smiling up at the Light Twin.
“Happy to help,” he told her.
“Maybe you’d better let us help you with other things too,” Fierce growled, coming up behind her. “Like washing your beautiful body—since your hand is hurt, I mean,” he added quickly, seeing Celia’s skeptical frown.
“We’ll be very gentle with you, my lady,” Hold murmured. He took her wounded hand and let the warm water flow over it, then turned it over and kissed her knuckles gently, his hazel-green eyes never leaving hers.
“Well, I…I guess so.” Suddenly Celia felt breathless. The reality of the situation hit her—she was wet and naked and standing between two equally naked, extremely muscular warriors—both of which were looking at her with half-lidded eyes. Also, the crazy sexual energy of the Mother Tree was buzzing through all three of them, making her feel as though her nipples and pussy were tingling, even though nothing was actually touching them.
“Good. You honor us with your trust.” Hold was already getting a handful of sweet smelling lather from the wooden dispenser beside the shower nozzle. It was pale pink and smelled like crushed leaves in the fall. Celia thought that it was definitely not a scent she’d smelled before as a body wash, but the fragrance was actually really nice.
Fierce got a handful of the pale pink foam too and began using it to wash her back. Celia could feel his big, strong hands caressing her and then massaging her shoulders, which were incredibly tight—probably because she was still stressed about the awful things they’d seen on Fifth Branch.
“Oh…mi Dios,” she moaned as Fierce massaged her. “That feels so good.”
“Glad you like it, lelka,” he murmured in her ear, his strong fingers moving down her back. “Thought you looked a little tense.”
Meanwhile, Hold was on one knee in front of her, spreading the sweet smelling foam up and down her calves and thighs and feet.
“My lady,” he murmured, looking up at Celia. “Would you lean back against Fierce and put your foot on my thigh?”
“Oh, um…okay.” Celia did as he asked, leaning back against the Dark Twin’s broad chest and placing her right foot on the Light Twin’s thigh.
Hold immediately started massaging her, starting at her foot and moving up her calf and thigh, his long fingers digging into her tired muscles.
Celia moaned again, and relaxed even more against Fierce, who had considerately wrapped one long arm around her waist to help her stay upright.
“Does it feel good, my lady?” Hold asked, looking up at her. “Do you like it when Fierce and I pamper you?”
“Yes…yes, I do,” Celia admitted. The Light Twin finished with her right leg and then placed it gently on the floor and did her left leg as well.
Celia relaxed and let him do it—and she couldn’t help contrasting her current situation with the last time she’d taken a shower with Peter. She had scrubbed her fiancé’s back and chest but he had not returned the favor. Plus, he’d hogged most of the shower spray, leaving her feeling wet and cold the whole time.
Well, it was a different kind of shower—the spray wasn’t as wide, she tried to tell herself. But then she decided to just stop thinking of Peter—after all, the guys weren’t touching her anywhere sexual so it wasn’t like she was really cheating…
“Mmm, lelka, would you like me to wash your front as well?” Fierce growled in her ear as Hold finished with her other leg and placed her foot back on the floor.