Her Mates

25

The world outside the bedroom ceased to exist. Time slowed, every second stretching, amplifying the sensation of hands and lips, of whispered words and teasing touches. My body was alight, thrumming with the heat of their attention, their desire.

Hunter was the one who took control first. His hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up so that I had no choice but to meet his eyes. They burned with something raw and possessive, something that sent a delicious shiver racing down my spine.

"You sure you're ready for this, little fox?" His voice was low, thick with restraint.

I didn't hesitate. "Yes."

The moment the word left my lips, something in the room shifted. The last thread of hesitation snapped, and suddenly, they were all moving at once.

Dorian's hands found my waist, his grip firm as he pulled me back against his chest. The contrast of his steady, controlled presence behind me and Hunter's burning intensity in front of me sent my pulse skyrocketing.

Zac, never one to be left out, traced teasing fingers along my arm, his lips ghosting over my neck, not quite kissing, just waiting. Drawing it out.

Emilia was close, too. Her hand slid over my hip, her nails scraping lightly over the sensitive skin beneath the hem of my shirt. She smirked when I sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes full of mischief and heat.

"So responsive," she murmured, trailing her fingers higher.

Dorian's breath was warm against my ear. "You drive us crazy, you know that?"

Hunter's gaze flicked between them before locking back onto mine. His control was fraying, I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his hands twitched at his sides.

"You're teasing her too much," he muttered, his voice rough.

Zac chuckled. "I think she likes it."

I did. Gods, I did. But I wanted more.

I reached for Hunter first, curling my fingers around the front of his shirt and pulling him closer. His eyes darkened, his breath hitching just slightly before he gave in, his hands finding my hips as his lips crashed into mine.

The kiss was fire, a claiming, an unraveling of everything held back. His grip tightened, pulling me flush against him, and I moaned softly into his mouth, heat pooling low in my stomach.

Behind me, Dorian tensed. His hands flexed against my waist, as if he was holding himself back. I turned my head, breaking the kiss with Hunter just long enough to look up at him.

"You don't have to hold back," I whispered.

Something in him snapped.

Dorian's lips crashed into mine, his kiss just as deep, just as consuming as Hunter's had been, but different—calmer, controlled, but no less overwhelming. His hands traced down my sides, fingertips burning against my skin.

Zac was still behind me, his fingers teasing, slipping beneath the hem of my shirt, mapping every inch of exposed skin.

"You're so damn beautiful like this," he murmured, lips brushing against my ear.

Emilia hummed in agreement. "I think she needs more," she said, her voice playful.

I barely had time to process her words before she leaned in, her lips pressing against the side of my neck, just below my ear. The sensation sent a shockwave through me, my knees nearly buckling.

Hunter caught my chin again, tilting my face back toward him. His eyes burned as he ran his thumb over my swollen lower lip. "You're ours," he murmured, his voice rough.

I swallowed hard, my entire body trembling. "Yes."

That one word changed everything.

They moved in sync after that, each of them knowing exactly how to touch me, how to unravel me piece by piece. The heat between us built, rising with every kiss, every whisper, every lingering caress.