“Oh my Gods,” I ground out as Ambrose rolled his thumb over my clit.
Then he began to move. Each thrust of his hips drove Blaise deeper into me, his thumb circling my clit in a way that made my head spin.
Blaise’s back bowed as he leaned into it, his heavy eyes watching me, his grin seductive as he caught his bottom lip in his teeth. His body rolled into Ambrose’s thrusts in a purposefully slutty way that I was soridiculouslyinto.
One muscular arm reached back, his hand fisting Ambrose’s locs, his other hand sliding beneath my ass as he held on and finally let Ambrose take full control of the thrusts—and my only two coherent thoughts wereI’m about to comeandI desperately need to bite at least one of them.
As if reading my thoughts, Ambrose traced his teeth gently across Blaise’s unscarred shoulder. He cast me a hungry glance before sinking his teeth into the crook of Blaise’s neck.
Blaise came instantly, a broken curse of “Oh my... fucking... Gods” tumbling from his lips as his cock pulsed inside me. The moment Ambrose’s teeth left his neck—the smallest trickle of blood beading from the already healing wound—Blaise collapsed on top of me. Ambrose followed, bracing himself over us with a splayed hand on either side of my head as he thrust deeper into Blaise.
The first wave of pleasure crashed through me as Blaise sucked the peak of my breast—still covered by my T-shirt—into his mouth and bit through the fabric. The sensation was indescribable, pleasure and the sharp nip of pain colliding, stars bursting behind my eyes as my last coherent thought narrowed toBite, bite, bite.
As my body writhed in pleasure, my focus narrowed to the arm Ambrose was using to brace his weight. Without another thought, I latched on, my teeth sinking into the flesh of his wrist as he drove into Blaise one final time, a groan tearing from his lips as he came.
Time collapsed into heavy breathing, tangled limbs, and the occasional lingering curse as we sprawled across the bed, the air thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and satisfaction.
When the last pulses of pleasure finally ebbed and sleep tugged insistently at me, I pressed a kiss to each of my mates and closed my eyes, thinking that I had to be the luckiest witch alive.
Chapter 26. Ambrose
I was woken in the early hours of the morning by a demonstration of just how loud Caitlyn could be in bed.
Her face—somewhere beneath a mat of hair—was directly beside my ear as she let out a snore so powerful it rattled the bedposts.
Blaise really hadn’t been exaggerating when he said her snoring was bad.
And, as promised, she’d somehow managed to push me to the very edge of the bed, sleeping diagonally with limbs sprawled in every direction.
I glanced to my other side, spotting the two unopened boxes of earbuds on the nightstand, and briefly wondered why we hadn’t taken the time to put them in before falling asleep.
And then it all came flooding back.
The mating bonds.
The admissions.
The sex.
The mating bites.
My body hovered somewhere between unfettered pleasure and a deep, grounding sense of calm as I sank back into the pillow, trying to process just how I’d ended up this lucky.
Unfortunately, my pondering was cut short by another almighty snore from Caitlyn.
Wincing, I gently pried her tangled locks away from her face, worried she might accidentally inhale half her hair on one of those heroic breaths. When I finally found her face, she looked utterly peaceful—serene, even—despite the chainsaw-level noises coming out of her.
Over her shoulder, I could see that Blaise, too, had been pushed to the very edge of the bed. One arm was covering hisface in an unconscious effort to block out the noise, the other was sprawled across the pillow, Caitlyn’s fingers laced loosely through his.
It was a beautiful moment—one that made me want to both watch them forever and gently shake them awake so we could start our day together.
But when I glanced at the clock, it was only 5 a.m. And from experience, if we weren’t on a job, Blaise was a dedicated night owl who wouldn’t surface until well after midday. Maybe a little earlier, with Caitlyn snoring beside him.
I let my eyes linger on my mates for a moment longer before carefully sliding out of bed.
I paused when I noticed three fresh sets of clothes, neatly folded, on the chest at the foot of the bed. I wasn’t sure whether Caitlyn had magicked my spare set in from my van—or if the creepy, supposedly caretaker doll had something to do with it—but I gathered them into my arms and tiptoed across the room.
I lingered in the doorway, my chest swelling at how peaceful my mates looked, before gently pulling the door closed behind me and heading straight to the bathroom, for the bath had been calling my name since last night.
