Sky's POV
"Mate, mate, mate!" Evie screamed in my mind, her voice a desperate, purring melody of need. She was practically rolling over in submission, her excitement vibrating through me as if she were pacing just beneath my skin.
"We are finally here, right where we belong," she sighed happily, her voice thick with longing. "Just a little more, Sky. Feel how he shudders? How his pulse is racing? He wants us—take what's ours!"
I exhaled shakily, refusing to give in completely.
"Not yet." I breathed. I had given him a taste, but if Zeke wanted more, it was his move now. This game of chess we played had rules—rules I refused to break.
I let my lips hover over his, close enough that our breaths mingled, but I didn't close the gap. I wouldn't. He had to do that.
But he didn't move.
His
