Felicity managed to crack open her eyes, finding herself surrounded by her husbands. Their gazes held a mixture of satisfaction and concern as they took in her dishevelled state. She could feel their essence drying on her skin, a physical testament to their union.
"The hot spring," Voss suggested, already moving toward the massive natural pool that dominated one corner of her sanctuary. Steam rose from its surface, the mineral-rich water bubbling gently.
Victor lifted her again, carrying her to the edge of the pool. "We'll all wash," he decided, his tone brooking no argument.
One by one, her men stripped away their clothing, revealing bodies marked by battle and passion. Ivan's massive frame moved with surprising grace as he entered the water first, creating space for Victor to lower Felicity into the warm embrace of the spring.
