KINGSLEY POV
I was going insane.
Not the poetic, broody kind of insane. No. This was the raw, violent kind. The kind that made my blood boil and my fists clench. The kind that made my c***k throb with a vicious ache that no amount of friction could ease. The kind that came from knowing—knowing exactly what was happening just a few rooms away, while I sat here like a fu.cking i***t, jerking off in the dark like some teenage boy with a crush.
Kendrick.
That bas.tard.
It was his turn with her—Katherine. Our mate. Our little goddess with the sharp tongue, the sultry glare, and the thighs I dreamed about every time I closed my eyes. Kyle had gone first. Keegan had taken his shot next. And now Kendrick was having his goddamn dessert with her, while I—
I pumped my c***k harder, jaw clenched
