The twins' hands began to explore my body with a hunger they hadn’t shown the night before. Back then, they had been more restrained, taking their time, but now, with confidence and excitement fueled by our previous talk about the mate bond, they were eager to map every inch of my skin.
And I offered myself to them without hesitation.
Because I wanted them just as much.
I desired them both.
I didn’t want restraint. I didn’t want mercy.
I wanted their hands, their lips, their everything.
Now that it was clear they were my mates—my partners, the love that had come into my life to complete me, to stay with me for as long as I existed—I had no reason to hold back.
I would let them take me as far as they wanted.
Their mouths were the first to claim me.
Two tongues, hot and insistent, t
