Tessa's legs were screaming. The dull throb from carrying Zane stone like head earlier had turned into a deep, burning ache that made every small shift in the river feel like torture. She was soaked, flushed, and trapped between two massive, very naked, very hard beastmen who were looking at her like she was the only thing they wanted in the entire world.
Her hands were still on them—Zane's broad chest under one palm, Zephyr's tight abs under the other. Their cocks stood heavy and thick between their legs, brushing against her hips through the wet fabric of her clothes. She licked her lips again, slower this time. It had been so long. Too long. The sudden, sharp craving hit her like a wave, making her thighs clench despite the pain.
"I… I can't stand anymore," she whispered, voice shaky. "My legs hurt so bad with need."
That was all it took.
