Kian’s gold-ringed eyes remain fixed on us, his body going as still as a statue. Beside him, Malix licks his lips, hunger visible in his expression as he reaches down and palms his own cock where it’s beginning to press against his borrowed sweats.
A fresh wave of arousal surges through me, sharp and hot and different than anything I’ve ever felt before.
Fuck. I didn’t expect to be so turned on by them watching.
I was trying to piss them off, but instead, I’ve just added a whole new level to this fucked up thing between all of us.
I never thought I had an exhibitionist streak, but maybe I was wrong, because something compels me to throw my head back and arch my back so they can watch my breasts bounce, watch the way the muscles in my thighs work as I rise up and down on Frost’s hard length. I’m putting on a show for Kian and Malix and even Frost, and it feels like it’s as likely to wreck me as it is them.
Frost rolls my nipple between his fingers, sending a wave of sensation straight to my core. A little moan bubbles up inside me, and in response, he sits up abruptly, one hand palming my ass as his mouth crashes into mine.
I gasp against his lips as the angle changes and the pressure of his palm opens me wider to him. I cling to his shoulders and toss my hair back as I glance at Kian and Malix. They’re both hard now and not even trying to hide it, thick bulges tenting their pants.
Maybe it would be easier to ignore that sight if I didn’t know how good each of them feels inside me. If I didn’t know the kind of pleasure they can unleash in my body. Unable to control my wild thoughts, I imagine them crawling into bed with us, joining us, their hands and lips on my body as I continue to ride Frost.
The idea sends a little thrill through me. Pressure starts to build inside me, and I focus on that glorious flame of arousal. Everything about this unexpected, filthy moment has multiplied my desire, made me hotter, more of a mess of need.
Frost grabs my other ass cheek and captures my lips again, growling under his breath. I move faster, our bodies growing damp with sweat again, skin moving against skin. His teeth scrape against my lips, then down my jaw, and I gasp for air, my hips burning from the workout.
My orgasm is close, just out of reach. It builds like a rising wave with every thrust, my entire body heating, the tension between the four of us only egging me on. I’m lost in sensation, speeding toward the ultimate reward.
Then a hard hand clutches my bicep.
Suddenly, I’m weightless.
Kian hauls me off of Frost as if I weigh nothing and deposits me roughly on my feet behind him. My knees are weak, and I stumble sideways on wobbly legs before catching myself against the wall. In an instant, I lose my grasp on my orgasm, and I snarl at Kian, taking a step forward with the inclination to punch him in the fucking face.
Before I can reach his side, he looms over Frost and roars, “What the fuck are you doing?”
Frost doesn’t move. He stares up at Kian, his face emotionless and his cock still hard and slick. Sweat glistens on his body like golden diamonds.
“We broke the bond for a reason!” Kian snaps, slashing his hand toward me. “We’re supposed to stay away from her, not fuck her!”
I roll my eyes and straighten, tired of his heavy handed treatment. He acts like he’s the only one who can have sex with me—except he doesn’t want me anyway, so why the hell does it matter?
“Fuck off, Kian.” I rest my hands on my hips, ignoring the way my clit still pulses, hungry for the orgasm it was denied. “We’re both consenting adults. Grownups can screw if they want to.”
The dark-haired shifter ignores me, not even sparing me a glance. His focus is entirely on Frost, his jaw tight and a vein pulsing in his forehead.
“I told you why we had to do this,” he says in a low, hard voice. “Why none of us could be with her, why we had to leave her behind. You know what will happen if we let the bond flourish. Do you want Amora to die?”