The swim was long and cold, made slower because the warriors carried their packs clear of the water, but we emerged clean of blood. Leif stopped grumbling about the chill when I pointed out we could strip out of our clothes to dry them faster. He and Brokk seemed to like the idea of the three of us lying naked by the fire.
I liked it, too.
“Look at her, brother,” Leif murmured, once the blaze roared high enough to cast a gold light over the water. “Is she not lovely?”
“She is,” Brokk said. “And she is ours.” He tossed another log on the fire and dusted off his hands. “Come here, Willow.”
The firelight played over my breasts and the cleft of my s*x as I approached. I swayed towards them, letting my hips dip and swivel with each step, drawing the warriors’ eyes.
“Vixen,” Brokk growled.
