I watch her face. Watch the way her lips part, the way her eyes flutter closed, the way color spreads down her throat. Watch her mouth his name like a prayer or a curse or both.
She’s beautiful. She’s always beautiful. But like this—coming undone between us, letting us see her—she’s something else entirely.
“Finn,” she gasps. “Finn, I need—”
“Tell me.”
“Touch me. Please. I need—” Her hips roll against Malrik’s hand, chasing whatever he’s doing to her. “I need more.”
More.
The word echoes in my head as I let my hands finally,finallymove from her waist. I’ve been so good. So patient. Keeping my hands where she put them like it was a test I couldn’t fail.
But she said more. She saidplease. And I’m only human.
My palm slides up her stomach. Over her ribs. Finds the curve of her breast, and—
Oh.
She gasps, arching into my touch, and I have to press my forehead against her shoulder to keep from making sounds that would embarrass us both.
“Okay?” I manage.
“Yes—” Her voice breaks. “Yes, don’t stop—”
I don’t stop.
I learn her with my hands the way I’ve imagined doing hundreds of times. The weight of her. The way she responds to pressure here versus softness there. The spot that makes her moan and the one that makes her whimper and the one that makes her grind back against me so hard I see stars.
Because she’s not just pressed against me anymore. She’smoving. Rolling her hips in a rhythm that matches what Malrik’s doing to her, and every motion brings her ass against my cock, and I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life.
“Fuck,” I choke out. “Kaia—”
“I know.” She sounds wrecked. Destroyed. Perfect. “I can feel you.”
“Sorry, I can’t—”
“Don’t apologize.” She rolls against me again, deliberate this time. “Iwantto feel you.”
Malrik makes a sound—low, approving. His silver eyes are molten when they meet mine. “She’s close.”
“Already?”
“It’s been a while.” Kaia’s voice is breathless. Desperate. “And you’re both—you’re everywhere, and I—”
“Let go.” Malrik’s voice is steady. Anchoring. Even now. “We’ve got you.”
“I don’t—”
“You do.” I press a kiss to her neck. “Come for us, Trouble. We want to see it.”
Something in her expression cracks open.
And then she’s falling.
Her whole body shudders between us, her back arching against my chest, my name and Malrik’s tangling together on her lips. I feel it through every point where we’re touching—the tremor in her thighs, the clench of her hands, the ragged sob of breath.
Beautiful. She’s so fucking beautiful.
