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“I wish I could tell you how good this feels,” she whispered. A soft smile played on her lips as she found the slickened entrance to her pussy with her hand.
    Brock swallowed. He stole a glance towards the entrance of the bathing cavern. The smooth stone archway flickered in the warm torchlight. “Believe me when I say that I’d love nothing more than to join you,” he admitted, “but we should really be getting out of here. It’s not entirely, uh, appropriate…”
    Carmen’s mouth fell open as her fingers pushed their way between her legs. “It’s like this stuff is making everything more sensitive somehow,” she murmured, oblivious to his concerns. “Every bit of my skin seems more alive now, as though there were extra nerves and blood in it.” She found her swollen G-spot with one fingertip. “Oh, God,” she groaned, “even the bumps of my knuckles going into my cunt feels like heaven.” Carmen slowly ground her hips against her hand, creating gentle, sloppy waves. Beneath the surface of the crystal-clear stream, she saw Brock’s penis stiffen once more.
    “Fuck it,” he grunted, and heaved his body back into the mudbath with a plopping splash.
    Brock covered Carmen’s mouth with his and thrust his tongue inside. He settled between her raised knees and pulled her hand away. “My turn,” he said roughly and pressed his erection between her legs.
    Carmen slid her hand between the clenching cheeks of his rump and found his tight hole with one fingertip. He pushed his shaft, already thick and engorged, into her cunt as she eased her finger in and out of his ass. “Nice?” she whispered.
    The pupils of Brock’s eyes were so dilated that only the faintest ring of blue was visible. He grunted in agreement and kissed her again, keeping his shaft buried in the warm embrace of her pussy. His kiss was deliciously sweet and wet, a perfect mix of yielding and strong.
    “Aw, fuck,” Carmen murmured into his mouth. “What are you doing to me, Brock?”
    “My question exactly,” an angry female voice answered. “What the fuck are you doing to her, Brock?”

Chapter Ten
     
     
     
    Carmen’s eyes flew open. For a split-second, they met Brock’s. She saw surprise, irritation, and, oddly, fear flash through them before he slid out of her and sat beside her on the submerged seat. He glared silently at Paloma as Gavin, Korbin and Lowell joined her.
    “I’d ask you to explain yourself,” Gavin snarled, “except that it’s entirely obvious what’s happening here. You have taken it upon yourself to break the most important rule I have established for our family. No one— no one —is to come to the bathing cavern except for others of the wood.”
    “I knew exactly what you’d say, Father,” Brock charged back at him, “and I knew that you’d be wrong. Prescott Wood is in real danger. We need Carmen. It’s not fair to ask her to help us and to place herself in harm’s way if we don’t let her bathe in the Healing Waters and the Living Earth.”
    “Oh, right,” Paloma scoffed. “You’re all about what’s fair and honourable, Brock. This has nothing to do with the fact that you just want to have her around as your permanent playmate, does it?”
    Carmen cleared her throat uneasily. “Look, guys, I’m really sorry that I’ve offended you by being down here. I had no idea it would upset you so much.” She shot Brock an irritated glance and continued. “I’ll leave now, and I won’t come back, and I won’t ever tell anyone about it, okay? And I’m still happy to help you keep Prescott Wood from being developed.”
    The expressions on Brock’s family’s faces grew even more grim.
    “I’m afraid it’s not so simple,” Korbin said quietly. “Now that you’ve been here, now that you’ve bathed in the water and the mud…” He shrugged and looked away. “Now, like us, you are immortal. You have certain gifts and strengths, true, but you must also remain close by. We must bathe in