Those In The Forest

Part 45: Ivy

We were standing around in the bathhouse. We had finished bathing long ago. Now we were just trying to see if Karina and Celia were going to tire themselves out tonight or if we were going to get an earful of lovemaking.

          Reagan couldn't keep her eyes off of us. Her breathing got heavier and heavier. I could tell just when she realized she was doing it and tried to gain some control over herself.

          The scent of her arousal was intoxicating in this small place, and it was driving me nuts. I knew she wanted to touch us or have us touch her, but something was telling me she wasn't going to say anything about it.

          Pride? Still, being upset with us? Just not wanting us in that way anymore? There are many reasons she could be fighting it, but I'm not going to pry. I've learned my lesson. If she wants us to touch her, she's going to have to ask. Or give us some clear verbal hint that she wants us.

          Reagan sat on the edge of the bathroom. She wiped the water from her face. I tried very hard to keep my gaze on her face and not the water beads falling down the rest of her body. Hazel was swishing back and forth, keeping her gaze on everything but us.

          Iris was biting at her nails. Reaching over, I pulled her hands from her mouth, holding them tightly.

          Rose was not shamed in staring at Reagan. Not one bit. I was surprised at how unashamed she was just staring at her. Reagan didn't seem to mind. She actually put her arms back, leaning back on them, shoving her chest out more for us to see.

          Her not-so-subtle silent hints that she wants us to fuck her.

         Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. "So how long does Karina and Celia's rut last?" she asked huskly. She might get us. I need to hold firm; we all do.

          Hazel blew out a harsh breath. I had to suppress a giggle. "A little over a week, depending on if they were fucking a lot before they went into a rut," she answered, keeping her gaze down at the water below us.

          Reagan's eyes widened. "Are they usually really active when not in a rut? I know for a fact Lennox and Avah are." Reagan smiled.

         I shrugged. "They are actually super active. It's just that since you showed up, they've been really controlled. It's just that they couldn't stop that with a rut. They would have fucked even if they did try to fight it. There would be a possibility that it would last longer than a week if they did try to fight it." I said, pulling Iris closer to me.

          I like feeling my mates next to me; sometimes, just some hand-holding isn't enough for me. She moved in front of me, and I wrapped my arms around her waist. Her steady heartbeat kept me in check.

          Reagan tsked. "Trying to control yourself when all you want is your mate to fuck you does seem like a challenge." Reagan looked up at us, smiling.

          It was not the kind of verbal hint I was getting at. She's going to have to try again.

          When she realized we weren't going to break, she rolled her eyes and got up, taking a towel from the wrack and wrapping it around her body.

          "I'm going to bed," she grumbled, leaving the bathhouse.

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"Your mouth feels so fucking good, Celia!" Karina huffed.

          It was like two in the morning. How in the hell are they still going at it? Reagan was still wide awake, and not because of the noise coming from our Elder's room. We all were awake, and it was Reagan's fault.