Hellcat

"I can't breathe." I gasp, grasping the edge of the bar so tightly that my knuckles go white.
"It's the heat, Aila." Zorri offers softly, pacing along the length of the bay windows, his every move rippling muscles and subdued power.
I hiss in derision, my spine arching at the thought of all that power holding me down.
"I-It's never been so bad before." I direct at Jules, who is looking equally tempting. I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning just looking into his obsidian eyes, my hands taking on a life on their own.
Before I know it, they are sliding down my belly, seeking relief.
In an instant, my mates are on me. Swinging the stool around to face them.
Zorri spans my throat, tipping my face up, while Jules nudges my thighs open further, his gaze hungry.
I tremble surrounded by them, their scent alone enough to have my squirming and whimpering to be touched.
"Go ahead, sweetheart. We'll clean you up."