Page 68 of Rising Reign

“I want the same.” My voice was more rasp than words, but he heard me, nonetheless.

Those amber eyes bled to pure gold. “Do you trust me?”

That was the ultimate question. The one we couldn’t get past without a specific answer. But now? Now, I knew I could give it to him freely.

“Yes.”

There was no waiting. Claws lengthened from his fingertips, and he shredded my shirt, my bra right along with it. But he didn’t stop there. His claws moved to my workout leggings, and he shredded them, too.

I could do nothing but gape at the man beneath me. “You didn’t.”

Ender’s grin was completely wolfish as he gazed up at me. “Nothing can keep me from you now, Kitten.”

“Ruining a perfectly good outfit, End? How could you?” Puck all but purred as he stepped into my side, running his nose along my neck until it reached one of my marks.

Ender shot up, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking deeply. My back arched as a moan slipped free. Ender’s hand slid between my thighs, and he groaned around my nipple. “So fucking wet, and we’ve barely touched you.”

His words had done it. The promise of him, of all we could be. Two fingers slid inside me, and my core tightened around him. He swirled those fingers, making a shudder race through me as he pulled my nipple deeper into his mouth.

“Look how well you’re taking his fingers, Little Warrior,” Brix growled as he stroked himself through his pants.

“Look at the way her back arches,” Locke whispered, running a hand down my spine. “Owning every ounce of her pleasure.”

Ender’s fingers swirled inside me, sending my mouth into a silent O. But I wanted to speak. Needed to give him something. “Ender.” It was the only thing I could say because I was drowning again. In the feeling of him, and knowing that he would be mine. It was almost more than I could take.

His lips released that hard peak and his free hand collared my throat. “My name on your lips. There’s no better sound.”

My walls tightened around Ender’s fingers as I whimpered. “Please,” I begged. “I need to feel all of you. Filling me. Stretching me. Truly making me yours.”

A cacophony of growls filled the air and sent vibrations through me, only heightening everything.

“Help me make it more,” Ender snarled. “Help me make it everything.”

“Our fucking pleasure,” Kingston growled.

His mouth took mine, tongue stroking in as Puck’s lips closed around one nipple, working the bud into a hard peak. A moment later, I felt Locke at my other breast, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh.

But then Ender’s fingers were gone, and I whimpered all over again. A burn lit inside me, one I knew only he could tend. And it would burn so much brighter with the rest of our bondmates with us.

Ender’s hips lifted as he shucked his pants and boxer briefs. The moment they hit the floor, his eyes locked with someone behind us. “Brother. It’s always been you and me. Let us cement forever the same way.”

I heard movement behind me, the sound of Brix ridding himself of clothing as King’s mouth tore from mine, his eyes hooded.

Brix’s hands tightened on my hips, gripping and lifting as he climbed onto the gurney. Ender moved at the same time, kneeling so I was pinned between the two men and surrounded by King, Locke, and Puck.

Everyone moved as one, their mental link and bond creating a seamless wave of sensation. Lips closing around each nipple. King’s hand in my hair, pulling for just a bit of bite as Brix’s fingers slid between my thighs.

“Dripping,” he growled, spreading that wetness to the tight, puckered hole behind.

My whole body shuddered in the most delicious way. At the promise of what was to come. But mostly at the knowledge that I would be theirs, and they would be mine. All of them.

I cupped Ender’s face, bleeding everything there weren’t words for into the touch.

“Give me the words, Kitten. Again.”

“Ender.” My eyes locked with his. “Make me yours. All of yours.”

And they did.