Page 13 of Savage Elites

Leopold brought a huge pitcher of mulled wine with two filled glass mugs containing cinnamon sticks, fruit slices and star anise on a tray with a mug of steaming, hot chocolate. The spicy aroma coming from the wine made my mouth water. He sat on my left and placed the tray on the coffee table. “It must have been a good, hard ride.”

“She ran away once things got interesting.” Sebastian placed a hand on my thigh and gave me a gentle squeeze. “But she won’t escape me this time.”

I pressed my legs together, remembering that sizzling hot kiss and the way his hands trailed up my inside thighs and to my pulsing clit. It had been a pleasant awakening, and I couldn’t wait to kiss him—kiss both of them—again.

Leopold chuckled. It was a low, deep sound that made the pulse between my legs quicken. “Ah… Love is a smoke and is made with the fume of sighs.”

I swallowed hard. “Are you quoting Romeo and Juliet?”

“Merely predicting the evening’s events.” He smiled into his glass of mulled wine.

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. After nearly a week spent on Uncle Trevor’s sofa, I was ready to sink into that soft, huge bed. But with my sore shoulder, would I live up to Sebastian and Leopold’s expectations? “Um… Guys? I’m not sure I can—”

“Willow.” Sebastian’s hand left my thigh, and he placed his arm around my shoulders in a comforting embrace. “Even a horny dog like Leo knows you’re still not up to anything strenuous.”

I turned to Leopold, who gave me an eager nod. “Sorry, Wills. Force of habit.”

We sat in companionable silence, enjoying our drinks until a timer went off, indicating that the food was ready. The pleasant scent of roasted chicken mingled with the aromas of spiced wine, making my stomach rumble. It felt like an eternity since I’d had a decent meal.

Dinner was exactly how it smelled. Sumptuous. The roasted chicken was moist and flavorful, the vegetables fresh, and the sage and onion stuffing herbalicious. I polished off my portion but was too stuffed to enjoy the profiteroles Leopold had plated for desert.

Once we’d eaten, he swept his gaze over my borrowed clothes. “We’ve been terrible hosts.”

“What?” I asked.

“You’re our convalescing guest, and we didn’t even offer you a bed bath.”

I glanced across the table at Sebastian, who smiled and shook his head. “Tell him to bugger off.”

“What does this bed bath entail?”

Leopold stood, and my gaze dropped to the bulge in his pants. “Let’s retire to the four-poster, and I’ll give you a blow-by-blow demonstration.”

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My first instinct was to glance at Sebastian, who gave me the kind of lazy grin that told me he would not only let Leopold take the lead, but he would participate in this ‘bed bath’ the moment it got interesting.

Before I could sweep my gaze down Sebastian’s body, Leopold took my hand and pulled me out of the dining chair.

The feel of his skin on mine sent a pleasant ripple of anticipation down my spine. Last time I was in this treehouse, the boys had sat at my sides and pleasured me to an explosive climax. That seemed like an eternity ago, especially considering the vast chunk of memory missing from my mind. After such a shitty and stressful week, I really needed the distraction.

I really needed Leopold. And Sebastian.

A strong arm wrapped around my back, enveloping me in Leopold’s fresh, masculine scent that always reminded me of a summer’s day at the beach.

“This way,” he said in a voice deep and resonant enough to awaken the butterflies in my stomach. “I’ll place you on the edge of the bed and get rid of those clothes.”

I swallowed hard. “All of them?”

Leopold guided me through the treehouse’s living area to the back, where the first of the living branches protruded through the wooden floor. It was as thick as a man’s thighs and twisted up to the ceiling, matching the other three that made up the four-poster bed.

When we reached our destination, he turned me around and sat me on a mattress that felt like sitting on clouds. I gazed up into his aquamarine eyes, which twinkled with the most intriguing mix of mischief and lust. Straight, golden hair framed his curving lips and high cheekbones, making me wonder what on earth I had done to attract the attention of this gorgeous creature.

I folded my arms across my chest and raised my brows in question.

Leopold knelt at my feet and placed his large hands on my knees. His body heat seeped through my pants and into my skin, sending a jolt of warmth between my legs.

“How will I do a thorough and professional job if I don’t take off your clothes?” he asked.