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Opal

Finally! My wolf yipped and danced.

She was loving the tease. Me? Not so much. I kept replaying a loop of every touch. Every kiss. The growing ache I’d carried over the past few days, ever since I knew this was coming.

I wasn’t sure I liked the slow-burn.

I’d used to, but that was before I met my mates. I wanted them in me. Surrounding me. Touching me everywhere. Their scents filling my nest made me feral with need. If they didn’t fuck me soon, I’d die.

I had no clue how I was sitting so still.

A little whimper slipped through my lips.

“Dorian…” Atlas growled again from behind me.

He still hadn’t come all the way into my nest. Though the breeze was a welcome relief on my burning skin, making my nipples harden and ache deliciously, I wanted his heat pressed against me more.

I wanted so much more of everything.

“Yes, Atlas?” Dorian drawled, sounding bored as he dug through the little bag of fun enhancers I’d packed what seemed like a lifetime ago.

“Enough of the games,” Atlas commanded.

His deep voice caressed my bare skin like a kiss.

Say something else like that, my wolf panted. Maybe not those words, but in that voice.

“No games?” Dorian cocked an eyebrow as he squatted so we were at eye level across the room. “But my mate wants to play, doesn’t she?”

“Yes,” I gushed, grateful he understood.

He’s a good mate. My wolf smugly lay herself out and waited for his next command.

Atlas hissed a breath behind me, but I didn’t turn around to reassure him everything was fine. Dorian hadn’t said I could move.

Though maybe that’s what this would take.

I could break the rules and get my punishment.

Oh, yes. That sounds nice.

Dorian smirked as if he could hear my inner thoughts and wanted to challenge me. “It seems Opal has a submission kink.”

He set the bag of toys aside and sat on the edge of the platform bed. “Isn’t that right, Omega?”

“Yes, sir.” Slick gathered between my thighs as I spoke, still sitting on bruising knees. I wasn’t sure how long he would keep me like this, but I wanted to be good so I could earn an even better reward.

Dorian laid back on the bed, resting on his elbows as his eyes darkened with desire. “Good. Now crawl to me.”

My cheeks and skin burned as I let my hands touch the floor.

“Enough of this,” Atlas growled just as I bent over on my hands and knees, giving him a full view of my swollen and throbbing sex.

He inhaled a shaky breath and a thrill ran through me at feeling the possessiveness in his stare. Slowly, seductively, I started moving forward.

Dorian never took his eyes off me. I loved that he could read me so well. That power he exuded seemed to intensify in this space. He was loving teasing me. But there was something else a little darker behind his intentions. No doubt a sick sense of satisfaction in making Atlas uncomfortable.