Nell’s POV

Before I can answer, six hands are on me. Cassian’s palms spread the oil across my stomach in slow, firm circles, working it into my skin the way I work knots out of their shoulders.

They slide up and cup both my breasts, oiled fingers squeezing, kneading my tits like dough, his thumbs circling my nipples until they stiffen and ache under the slick pressure.

He pinches one hard enough to make me gasp.

Isaiah takes my legs. He pours oil on my inner thighs and works it in with long strokes from knee to hip, each pass going higher, his thumbs brushing closer to my pussy.

“You’re...