Above us, Maso let out a snarl—a warning, a challenge—but Ras ignored him.
His fingers moved with ruthless precision, dragging tight circles around my clit as my body convulsed. I arched my back, writhing between them as the tension snapped hard and fast, my orgasm ripping through me.
“Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!” I cried, my voice cracking, and my nails tore down Maso’s chest.
With a roar, he slammed into me one final time, his cock pulsing deep as he spilled inside me with a wild, unhinged growl. The bed rocked under the force of it, and Ras just kept watching me, eyes filled with twisted, triumphant love.
Behind him, I heard Lucus curse under his breath. The scent of my release, thick and heady, hit all of them now, mixing with Maso’s and curling around the room like a summoning spell.
Alic’s hand stilled. Ras’ head lifted.
“Now, they all want you even more,” he said, “and they’ll have you.”
He kissed my trembling lips softly like a thank you.
“But only afterIgive you what you want.”
Maso bent low, pressing soft, wet kisses across my chest as he lazily stroked himself. I met his bright blue eyes, which were overflowing with more love and devotion than I ever thought possible.
“I love you, Aniyah,” he whispered. “You won’t regret bonding with me. I promise.”
Cupping his face, my hands still trembling from the aftershocks rippling through me, I confirmed, “I know I won’t. We were always meant to be, long before either of us knew it.”
He leaned into my palm, nuzzling me with sweet affection. It was a soft, fleeting moment… shattered by Ras pushing to his feet.
“You stole your turn, wolf. Now, back off so I can make good on my promise.”
Maso rolled his eyes, but the smile he gave me was full of joy and satisfaction. He withdrew himself from me, and I cried out at the sudden emptiness. That full, aching stretch vanished, but Ras didn’t give me long to mourn it.
He seized my legs with zero ceremony, dragging me down the bed in one brutal yank. I yelped, my body jolting as the men around us growled in protest. Ras just laughed unapologetically.
“Jealous already?” he taunted, eyes gleaming as he knelt between my legs. “Just wait.”
He bent low, kissing my thighs and running his nose along the flushed skin. His breath was hot, his voice hungry.
“You smell so good, my star.”
My legs trembled as anticipation curled deep in my belly. He looked up at me, eyes burning red.
“Now, prop yourself up, my heart and soul. I want you to watch me. You're not the only one who likes an audience.”
My heart stuttered. He didn’t care about the others watching. His focus was solely on me. He wanted me to see him, to own him the same way he owned me.
I rose onto my elbows, drinking him in. Hair cascaded around his face in wild waves, shoulders broad and muscles flexing as he positioned himself. His cock, long, thick, sinful, rested heavy against his thigh, and all of it was wrapped in the dangerousdevotion of a demon who wanted nothing more than to worship me. Gods, he was beautiful.
Then I felt it, slick warmth seeping out between my legs.
Ras’ eyes went wide. “No. No, you can’t do that!” he growled, panic threading his voice. His fingers dove inside, pushing Maso’s cum back in like he was trying to stuff magic into a bottle before it escaped.
I looked down at him, biting my lip. “You better hurry, my stalker,” I teased. “Looks like you’re running out of time. Gonna break your promise?”
I gave my hips a little shake just to taunt him. A wave of groans echoed around the room in response.
“Fuck,” Lucus snarled. “If you don’t get to it soon, I’ll say screw the rules and throw her against the wall myself.”
Ras shot him a wicked smirk. “Don’t worry your pretty little English head about it.”
Then his attention snapped back to me, or, more specifically, to where his fingers held everything inside me.
