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His hands moved lower, working the space between my shoulder blades.
The satyr had clearly done this before. He wasn’t fumbling or uncertain.
Every movement seemed calculated to find the exact spots where I was holding stress and coax the tension out of them.
After a few minutes, I felt myself sinking deeper into the water, my body going almost boneless under his ministrations.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “A lot better.”
He continued working for a while longer, and I found myself not thinking about anything at all.
Not the company, not the board, not the emails piling up in my inbox.
There was just the heat of the water, the skill of his hands, and the strange sensation of being cared for by someone I’d met maybe five minutes ago.
Eventually, he pulled his hands away.
“There,” he said. “That should help.”
I opened my eyes and turned to look at him. Up close, his amber eyes were striking, almost luminous in the dim light of the bathhouse. There was something else in his eyes, as if he were waiting for me to say something.
“Thank you,” I said, unsure what else to offer.
“You’re welcome,” he replied, flashing a smile that showed teeth just a bit too sharp to be entirely human. “Want me to keep going?”
“You don’t have to?—”
“I don’t mind,” he said, shifting closer. I felt his thigh brush against my butt cheek. “Just relax.”
I did what I was told, allowing my eyes to close once more.
The situation felt a little awkward, but honestly, I was feeling so good after his help that I was unwilling to turn down more.
His hands started lower this time, below the water line, working over my lower back.
They moved to my sides, then around front, pressing against my hip flexors.
I let out a low groan, feeling the relief immediately. He really did have a magic touch.
But then something happened that I didn't expect. His hands dipped lower, his fingers trailing over my cock. I inhaled sharply, surprised by his forwardness.
“I… I’m not sure you?—”
“It’s okay,” he said softly, his lips brushing against my ear in a way that sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. “Just let me take care of you.”
His fingers wrapped around me, stroking slowly, deliberately.
I should have stopped him. Should have pulled away, made some excuse about not being into this sort of thing.
But the truth was, I hadn’t been touched by anyone in years.
Not even Nadia while we were dating. I always made some excuse about not having time.
That was the reason she broke up with me. She was tired of waiting.
The thought had never crossed my mind to do something like this with another man. I knew I should be pulling away. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. The satyr’s hand felt incredible.
Suddenly I understood why Kavi swore me to secrecy.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his breath warm against my neck.
“AJ,” I answered before I could help myself.
“I’m Silas,” he said, and I felt him smile against my skin. “Nice to meet you, AJ.”
His grip tightened slightly as he stroked, and I felt my hips shift forward involuntarily.
The water lapped around us, and I became acutely aware that we weren’t alone in the bath.
Other men were scattered around us, some of them definitely watching.
And some of them, I realized, were having exerpiences of their own.
Up until that point, I must’ve not been looking very closely.
But now, with the satyr’s hand around my cock, my gaze found several men and monsters in various states of stroking, sucking, and fucking one another around the edges of the bath.
The sight should have turned me off. Instead, it sent a jolt of arousal through my entire body.
I glanced the other way and caught sight of the werebear across the pool.
He was watching us with an expression of casual interest, one massive hand resting on his chest.
When our eyes met, he gave me a subtle nod of acknowledgment and slipped a hand below the water to begin stroking himself as he watched.
This place wasn’t what I’d expected. Not at all.
“You’re so hard,” Silas observed, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. “That’s good. You must’ve needed this.”
“I don’t usually—” I started, but he cut me off by leaning in closer, his lips pressing against my ear.
“No explanations needed,” he said. “That’s why you’re here. That’s why all of us are here. To do the things we want without the need to explain. To let go.”
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