My hand tangled in her hair, but I didn’t push. Not yet.
Behind her, Kyle was murmuring something again—encouragement, filth, who knew. Kat flinched and gasped, even with her mouth occupied, and I knew his fingers had found something sensitive.
“Careful,” I warned, but I was smirking. “Don’t let them distract you.”
She whimpered against me.
I groaned.
“I should ruin you right now,” I whispered, stepping back just far enough to make her chase me with her mouth. “But I want to see you beg. Beg for me like you begged Keegan. Let’s see how desperate my sweet little mate can be.”
Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips slowly, deliberately. She held me in her hands, a silent offering, and looked up at me through half-lidded eyes, the raw hunger in them a mirror of my own.
“Please,” she b
