Alek pressed a kiss to my neck, chuckling darkly. “We’ll take care of you, little mate. But only when we decide you’ve earned it.”
I was going to die of desire.
And I was pretty damn sure they’d enjoy every second of it.
My breath came in short, ragged gasps, my body trembling between them, so close to breaking I could barely think. They had me right where they wanted—pinned between heat and power, their touches maddeningly slow, deliberate, wicked. They were teasing me, reveling in my desperation, drawing it out like they had all the time in the world.
And Goddess help me, I was about to snap.
Alek’s lips ghosted over my throat, his breath hot against my damp skin. “You’re so sensitive, little mate.” His fingers trailed lower, dancing over my waist, my hips, skimming where I needed
