Blake POV
The moment the door to the pleasure room closes behind us, the last shred of my control snaps.
The four are close. Their presence is a pressure against the edges of my awareness, a reminder of the world waiting to intrude. But here, now, there is only her scent, her warmth, the bond screaming for completion. The fever is a white-hot brand in my veins.
I don’t give her time to speak, to react. My hands are on her, and the simple tunic and leggings she wears are nothing against my need. I tear the fabric, not with care but with a single-minded urgency that leaves her gasping, the ruined cloth falling in strips to the stone floor. In two heartbeats, she is naked before me, her skin glowing in the soft mage-light, her body a beautiful, stunned statue.
Too much. I am too much. The
