God, I was good.
When he broke away from her, he was sucking in air as if he hadn’t breathed a day in his life.
I gripped his hand, feeling a tremor of pleasure run through his blood at the contact.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
“The hell you are,” he fired back.
It wasn’t me he was attracted to.
It wasn’t even Hope.
It was the sexually charged air. He couldn’t help himself. In fact, I was surprised that none of the others had made it upstairs.
Ah yes, an orgy. I’d been accused of worse in this house.
It wouldn’t be the first or last time — not that it had happened since everyone had started selfishly mating all over the place.
Hope’s eyes widened as she touched her lips. Both of us approached her on the bed. I placed her on the mattress slowly stripping every inch of clothing from her body while Mason watched.
With each movement, he cursed me.
He finally looked away.
Not that it would help — he still felt us.
He felt it all.
Every lick, I gave her.
Every kiss.
Every wave of pleasure as her hips bucked off the bed.
And still, he held her hand, like a lifeline.
When I thrust into her, he let out a guttural curse, squeezing his eyes shut as the entire room shook like thunder.
It was over too soon.
I wanted more.
Poor Mason had completely sweat through his clothes.
“Make sure she’s okay,” I whispered as Hope passed out yet again. Even with a wolf as a link — I still hurt her with my power.
Mason rose over her, his eyes roamed over her body and then he licked across her chest, where I could hear her heart beat in a steady cadence.
“She’ll live.”
“And you?” I ran a hand through my sweat-filled hair. “Are you okay?”
“Do you even care?” Mason snapped, squeezing his eyes shut before standing and falling to his knees. His energy was zapped, and the damn guy needed to get laid.
“I can help.” I finally said after a few beats of silence.
“Touch me, and I cut off your hand.” He fired back.