RIGGS POV
This game was getting too damn dangerous.
Not for them.
For me.
For my damn sanity.
Having Rebecca on hold, standing there, trembling, obeying like a good girl waiting for her turn, sent a thrill through me so sharp and addictive it punched straight into the base of my spine.
I’d thought Rachele would be the one to break me first.
Sweet ocean girl.
Soft and trembling and gentle.
But no.
Because my fire, my golden wildfire, was standing behind me, thighs pressed together, shaking with frustration, scent thick and begging… because I told her to wait.
And Rachele, my ocean, was not calm at all.
She was a f*****g storm.
Waves crashing.
Wind howling.
Hunger tearing its way through her like a creature with its claws in her.
She looked down at me with those blown-wide pu
