Amber arched under their touch, a soft moan slipping from her lips, and I f*****g felt it through the bond. Her pleasure, her anticipation, the slow-burning satisfaction of being worshipped by more than one mate.
It should have calmed me. Instead, it set me on fire.
My fingers twitched against the sheets, almost ripping them apart, every instinct screaming at me to rip their hands off her, to pull her back where she belonged—against me, under me, taking me. But I didn’t move.
Because she had told me not to.
And it was fu.cking killing me.
She pushed me to the very edge, her breaths turning ragged, her movements becoming erratic. I felt her walls tightening around me, her release so f*****g close, and my restraint was slipping, crumbling like sand.
Then, finally—
“Now,” she gasped. “
