Wren
The hot spring water embraced us like a living thing—silky, mineral-rich, perfectly hot. Steam rose in silver spirals around us, catching the shifting greens and violets of the aurora overhead. The sky danced, alive and breathing, while the four of us sank deeper into the natural stone bowl, bodies already slick and warm.
Caius pulled me against him first, my back to his broad chest, his thick c**k nestled between my ass cheeks under the water. “Ten days of this,” he growled against my ear, hands greedily cupping my heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh as he rolled my n*****s. “No holding back, wife. I want to hear you scream for the northern lights.”
Zephyr moved in front of me, storm eyes blazing with moonlight and hunger. He kissed me hard, tongue f*****g my mouth while his h
