All three were shirtless from the hunt but now they kicked off their boots to dive in.
There was something erotic about watching the water pouring over their muscled bodies in the sunlight. While glittering rays danced atop the water. Their raven hair was flattened back along their heads, soaked from washing.
Racer shook it wildly and tossed tiny drops over his brothers who playfully splashed him back while he objected and retreated.
"Do you smell that?" Hunter lifted his head and sniffed the air.
Racer did the same. "That smells delicious."
Vanquish paused scrubbing the blood from his chest and his eyes lifted to look at me on the bank. Even from where I was, I could see they were flecked with yellow.
I immediately recognized I was in some kind of trouble, though I didn't know why.
All three crawled on all fours onto the bank, nearly simultaneously. Coming at me from three different angles.
I slid backward, retreating as I looked at each of them fearfully. What's going on? What did I do?
"That her?" Racer asked. Putting a foot on my chest to guide me to the ground so I couldn't keep moving backward.
Hunter dropped to his knees and lifted the hem of my cloak, purposely catching my skirt in his fists as well. He tossed them over his head like a shelter and inhaled deeply.
I yelped and eyed them in panic.
Hunter emerged from beneath my skirts and I stared at him in shock.
"Yep. It's her. She's not wearing undergarments." He said it so matter-of-factly though I'd no idea what they were talking about.
I didn't have any underwear. The only clothes I had were those the others had given me.
"You smelled me?" I lifted my brows, stunned.
"We could scent your arousal from the creek." Vanquish nodded over his shoulder.
"And it's not even the Mating Moon yet." Hunter looked at the other two. Still holding my skirt and cloak at chest level.