Pumping my hand up and down, I almost called out her name, but I bit my knuckles instead, locking that primal scream in my throat because I didn’t want to miss a second.
When she wrapped her leg around him and ground down with that desperate little roll of her hips, I saw stars. I wanted to crawl through the screen and drag her out by the hips. I wanted her lips, her moans, her sweat, everything.
I spit in my hand and stroked harder, rougher, until my body tensed like a bowstring.She’s mine.Mine.Mine.
Even when he kissed her, bending her back like she was his, she wasn’t—we all knew it. When it came to my mate, sharing was caring, which was fine with me up until this moment, with the mate bond so fresh.
My dick throbbed in my grip, my hand a poor replacement for her greedy, dripping cunt. My other hand dragged over my mouth, imagining hers pressing into mine. Hot. Wet. Unforgiving.
My hips bucked. My whole body clenched. “Aniyah—” I moaned her name like a goddamn prayer, coming so hard my vision whited out for a second.
Cum spattered across my abdomen, but I kept pumping, greedy and twitching and fucked up on her.
Their foreheads pressed together, letting a soft intimacy grow between them. It wasn’t about the sex; it was the closeness. Thetimethey’d had together. That ugly green rot clawed up my throat and wrapped around my heart, but I didn’t stop watching. I couldn’t. I was addicted. Obsessive. Sick. In love. Whatever you wanted to call it, I had it.
The urge to go there and ruin it was strong, so I did the only thing I could think about. I texted her. Justhadto say something or I was going to implode.
She pulled out her phone and read it, giving it to Van before looking at me through the camera. I couldn't help but wave at her like she could see me.
Van smirked, turning to me and taking a bow—that smug bastard—then flipped me off. I barked a laugh, still panting. “Yeah, well… fuck you, too, pretty boy.”
As soon as the psycho twins appeared, I snapped back to live feed.
Aniyah stepped into the elevator, riding it to floor three, and I smiled. I still needed to take her to the star room and show her how bright she shined in the throes of passion. The goal was to make those stars jealous.
My cock twitched against my soaked pants.This woman’s going to kill me, but at least it would be a happy death—better than I thought I would get in this life.
I stood up and headed to my room, where I peeled off my pants and tossed them into the hamper. Just as I walked back to my computer, my phone buzzed.
I answered instantly. “My star?! Do you need me?”
But it wasn’t her.
Alic’s voice rumbled through the speaker, all annoying. “She doesn’t like desperate men. You should know that by now.”
I growled. “She doesn’t like desperate men,but she likes them crazy.There's a thin line of difference, you smug bastard.”
He sighed like I was the exhausting one, but I alreadyknewhe was thirsty, too. He was just better at hiding it behind a scowl. Me? I was honest. I wanted to turn her scent into a candle, builda shrine of her lipstick stains, and watch her sleep like it was my favorite show.
Thatwas love. Fuck your fake angry bullshit.
“Look, I called because I need you to do a deep dive on anyone at the WP who was close with Glen. Friends, flings, even one-night stands. We found lipstick on his torn-up shirt. Fresh.”
Nodding more to myself than to him, I muttered, “Yeah. Sure. I’ll look and let you know.”
We hung up quickly, better that way. Any longer and we’d be snapping at each other. Aniyah hated when we fought, especially over stuff like this. And truthfully, I was exhausted. Navigating my relationship with her was one thing, but dealing with her other mates? It felt like trying to dance on a minefield while wearing a blindfold.
They were all so different and had their own unique hot buttons, but that was my life now. I’d figure it out eventually.
I glanced back to the monitors, wanting to see my star to pick me up. As I had the thought, something clawed at my gut—an itch—and I knew better than to ignore it. I hadn’t seen her for a while. Instinct didn’t lie, especially when it was tied to your mate.
“Just a quick look,” I muttered, flipping through the feeds like a man possessed.
Each room cycled in clean night vision. Nothing strange. Nothing wrong… until I got to the last one.
The feed was black.
I frowned, tapping the controls. It wasn’t off. It said it wason. But the lens was obscured, like something had been deliberately placed over it. My stomach clenched.
