Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ama
The heat of the salt chamber immediately engulfed us, licking at my skin as we crossed through the marble doors and into the dark room.
Only the vats of fire spread along the walls in intervals illuminated the open space.
Echoes of pleasure reverberated through the domed area as we walked behind the older lady, who motioned for us to follow her from the entryway.
Her eyes were kind, but I couldn’t help but be wary of this new kingdom and its inhabitants.
Despite the fact that they were hybrids and seemed to despise pure-bloods, it didn't make me safe.
Because these were my men. If lines were drawn in the sand and I was forced to choose, it would be to protect them.
My cheeks flamed with heat at the thought of claiming all of them as mine, even the assholes of the group. How the hell had my life changed so drastically in mere days?
I peeked out of the corner of my eye as we continued our walk and saw that the area we were currently in was sectioned off into multiple salt pools that had a plethora of steam rising from them.
We had passed down a stone pathway in the middle that split off into eight pools on both sides, each large enough to easily hold six people—and for...
the activities that were happening in them.
A touch of my insecurities about my lack of sexual experience seeped back in.
A deep growl from my left side had my head snapping towards Damien. He was staring down a man who was eyeing me from his salt pool as we passed by. The man’s hand was moving up and down beneath the water, his bicep flexing with each pump, making it glaringly obvious that he was stroking his cock.
Damien lunged for the man, who merely smirked at him and winked, making me laugh. Clearly, this guy was open to anyone coming into his pool, no matter the gender. I respected that, but I felt a kernel of my own possessiveness over my mates flaring to life.
Reaching for Damien’s hand, I grabbed it and tugged on it, “Stop, Damien.”
His lip pulled up in a snarl, and he offered one last warning growl to the man before returning to my side and refusing to drop my hand. Adrien grabbed my other hand, leaned into my ear, and purred, “You’ve got quite a lot of attention on you, beauty.”
I questioned whether we were in the right place as I noticed all of the attention on me and people halting their activities. “I think maybe we’re in the wrong place,” I hedged uncomfortably as my eyes darted around.
“Nonsense, you just aren’t accustomed to such a society,” the old woman ahead of us tutted as she motioned with her wrinkled hand. “Come on, there’s a private chamber the prince likes to use. You’ll use that one.”
The prince? Wow. Why were we getting the royal treatment? Would he be offended when he heard we’d used his private chamber? If so, I would not be kissing his ass in apology. I was just going where I was told.
Adrien and Damien’s gazes were burning into the sides of my face as I nibbled on my lip, debating how to proceed.
My body ached for the relief the salt pools would bring, so I gave in and nodded my consent.
We quickly caught up to the woman, who was disappearing behind a massive wall with a narrow entryway on each side.
Slipping around the side, my body instantly relaxed at the privacy this alcove offered. It was even darker back here, with only the pool itself lit up by a ring of white candles of various heights around the water, illuminating the steam and lightly bubbling water.
“The prince loves the scent of roses, so this water is infused with rose oil. I hope you find it to your liking.” The woman bowed her head as she left us with those final words.
Roses. If only it was a smoky ash mixed with roses, then it would smell like my favorite perfume. Perhaps this prince wasn’t so bad after all...He had one point in the pro category and none in the con so far. Let’s hope that continued because I really needed help from him and his family.
I sighed dreamily as I gazed at the water. At the same time, strong arms wrapped around me, and a nose nuzzled into my neck, breathing me in deeply. The chest pressed to my back rumbled, and I knew it was Damien’s Hellhound coming to the surface.
Call me crazy, but I knew the sound of his growl, and it turned me on.
“Is he going to come out to play?” I teased in a breathless voice, shocking myself with my forwardness.
A light nip to my neck had me gasping, and his voice deepened in a whisper, “Do you want him to?”
Before I could overthink the situation, I admitted, “Yes. I do.”
Suddenly, Damien shredded my tank top off me and unclasped my bra with one hand before yanking my pants and underwear down in one swift motion with the other, effectively stripping me naked in less than a minute.
I stepped out of the clothing pooled around my ankles, and before I could take another breath, I was being carried down the steps into the water.
It was like whiplash being manhandled like that, but I found myself wanting to purr at him for letting his dominant side take the reins.
Whereas Damien was gentle and kind with me, I always felt his Hellhound lurking just beneath the surface, wanting to come out and play.
I knew he had been worried about not being able to control his Hellhound around me, but I didn't want him to have control.
He gripped onto control like a lifeline, and I wanted him to let go and accept every part of himself, just like I did.
“I’ll stand guard,” I heard Adrien say in a strained voice.
Absolutely not.
Craning my neck back, I furrowed my brows and scoffed, “No way. Get in this pool with us and relax. Who knows when we’ll have this opportunity again.”
“One of us really should keep an eye out,” he hedged, but simultaneously reached down to adjust his hard dick, which was clearly straining behind his clothes.
Licking my lips at the thought of seeing what he looked like naked, I widened my eyes and pouted, “Please?”
I knew we needed to be on guard, but in such a private space with only two small entrances at the wall, we'd be able to see anyone coming with ease. We couldn't live in fear and not take time to enjoy the brief moments we had to indulge.
My feet touched the bottom of the pool as Damien took off his now sopping wet pants.
He tossed them to the edge of the pool, where they landed with a wet smack, before sitting down on a stone ledge in the water.
“Come on, Adrien. You know we’ll take care of her whether we’re in here or out there. It doesn’t matter.”
I tried to swallow down my nerves, nearly choking on my own damned spit when he said “take care of her.”
The innuendo wasn’t lost on me, and a blush stained my cheeks once more, only deepening as I watched Adrien nod, finally giving into our request for him to join us.
He slowly stripped out of his clothes, his piercing blue eyes not leaving mine the entire time, and my eyes tracked every hard line of muscle as it was exposed to me.
His body was leaner than Damien’s muscular build, but not quite as slim as Finias.
His muscles flexed and strained as he finished removing his clothes and walked towards the pool.
I knew I wasn’t being very polite, my eyes fixated on the erect cock that swelled between his legs.
I couldn’t help myself, though. I had read so many dirty romance books, and I had a very detailed and graphic idea of how things worked, but I didn’t think I’d ever get over the shock factor of seeing a hard cock. At least not one that impressive.
A thick vein ran down the underside of it, and I swear my pussy spasmed in response. I bit down on my lower lip to hold back the small moan that bubbled up.
What was wrong with me? No one was even touching me, and I was moaning. I found myself aching with a need so strong I felt like I was going to combust.
Adrien waded into the water, and my nipples pebbled as his eyes immediately landed on my breasts. I had never been naked in front of men, aside from the one time in the bathroom with Finias, but there had been no lights to expose me then.
I pulled my shoulders back and tilted my head in a challenge, imbuing my gaze with lust and making it clear what I wanted from him.
I refused to be shy or have second thoughts about being naked in front of them, even if I was inexperienced.
I might be curvier than the women in their realms, but I was their mate.
That gave me the confidence to believe that they wouldn't be disappointed in my body.
And if they were? Fuck them. We only got one body and one life, so I would damned well be proud of mine.
Adrien’s tongue darted out to lick his lip as he drank my body in and then whispered, “Fuck.”
My feet moved backward of their own accord as he waded towards me, pushing me back until I ended up in Damien’s lap. His hands immediately found my hips, firmly pressing me down onto him. My heart was racing as his thick length fit snugly between my ass cheeks.
I wiggled, out of a nervous habit, and his hands tightened on my hips as he groaned, “Don’t move. I can’t hold my Hellhound back for much longer.”
My eyelashes fluttered closed, and I became flustered at the thought of him claiming me with all of his primal urges.
Adrien’s pale hand reached out and tilted my chin up to look at him.
When I opened my eyes, I was shocked by how much tenderness filled his gaze as his thumb rubbed against my jaw and he assured me, “Nothing has to happen in this pool if you aren’t ready, Ama.
We can simply sit here with you and let the warmth of the water soak into our muscles until we’re ready to leave. ”
A small whimper bubbled from me, and I immediately wanted to shove it back into my mouth. I sounded ridiculous. What the hell was wrong with me?
Damien chuckled behind me, “Yeah, I don’t think she likes that option.”