All three Hayden brothers were now crawling on all fours onto the bank, nearly simultaneously. Coming at me from three different angles.
Having caught a whiff of something they found tantalizing, they were now charging me.
These three were always bullies, but right now, they looked positively feral.
I slid backward, retreating as I looked at each of them fearfully. What’s going on? What did I do?
“That her?” Racer asked. Putting a foot on my chest to guide me to the ground so I couldn’t keep moving backward. He sniffed pointedly. His eyes levelling on me.
Hunter dropped to his knees and lifted the hem of my cloak, purposely catching my skirt in his fists as well. He tossed them over his head like a shelter and inhaled deeply.
I yelped and eyed them in panic.
Hunter emerged from beneath my skirts and I stared at him in shock.
“Yep. It’s her. She’s not wearing undergarments.” He said it so matter-of-factly, though I’d no idea what they were talking about.
I didn’t have any undergarments. The only clothes I had were those the others had given me.
“You smelled me?” I lifted my brows, stunned.
“We could scent your arousal from the creek.” Vanquish nodded over his shoulder, his voice husky.
“And it’s not even the Mating Moon yet.” Hunter looked at the other two. Still holding my skirt and cloak at chest level.
Making me uncomfortable that the other two could get a look at me if they leaned over.
Racer licked his lips. “She smells sooo good.”
“Vanquish?” Hunter said in a low voice.
“There’s something else. You should probably come have a look at this.”
What? What are they looking at? Was I malformed? I was too confused to retreat as I should’ve.
“What the Hell is that?” Vanquish roared, swatting my skirt off his head and gesturing to my middle.
What’s he talking about?
“What?” I asked in confusion.
“What the hell do you have wrapped around your waist?”