“Cannonball!” Cyprien yells, sweeping me off my feet in one powerful movement before propelling us into the air. We crash down a moment later, breaking the surface of the water in a mighty splash before sinking to the base of the pool. The dirt and grime of the dungeon is sucked from my flesh in an instant, billowing out in a thick gray cloud before disappearing entirely. I’m overcome by an intense stinging sensation as the magical properties of the water penetrate my wounds, clearing the infection and threading the jagged edges of skin back together. I resurface a few seconds later, coughing and sputtering yet utterly relieved as the last of the pain fades away. As soon as I recover from the shock, Cyprien’s laughter makes its way to my ears.

I whip my head in his direction, my eyes narrowing in a glare. “That was uncalled for, Cyppy.”

His eyes flash with joy as a delighted purr rumbles in his throat. Ignoring my irritation, he wades closer, wrapping his muscular arms around my waist and tugging me flush against him. “I love it when you call me that. I’ve missed it so.”

I smack his chest lightly, trying to hold on to my irritation as an answering smile tugs at my lips. “I missed you too, you big goof.”

“Your goof,” he murmurs, his lids lowering as he takes his lip between his teeth. “I’ll be anything you desire as long as you keep smiling that way.”

“Try being a little more conscientious.” Lir’s sullen tone breaks out over my shoulder, and my face heats as I turn my head, finding him topless, dripping with the same shimmering water as Kaebl and just as stunning. His sapphire eyes are narrowed in a glare directed at Cyprien, irritation rolling off his shoulders in waves. “You could have harmed her.”

“It was just a little water.” Cyprien rolls his eyes, his grip tightening possessively around my waist. “Healing water, mind you. If anything, I was helping by getting her fully wet.”

“I can think of more than one way to get her wet,” Roark chimes in, a smirk pulling at his bearded mouth. A large wave ripples from the far end of the pool as he delves inside, causing the water to lap at the edges of the pool, nearly overflowing as it accommodates his enormous frame. “Too many to count, actually.”

“I like the sound of that,” Cyprien murmurs, his eyes flickering with shadows as his claws extend, scraping lazily down my spine. “What do you think, bunny?”

I take my lip between my teeth as a spike of adrenaline courses through my veins, blanketing all rational thought in a thick cloud of desire. The bond purrs in agreement, quivering in anticipation of having all my mates at once.