CHAPTER EIGHTY

He fulfilled his dark promise, taking me over and over again. I was blinking the stars away from the mind blowing orgasm when I felt another building as he thrust into me, impossibly deeper and harder.

Tonight, it seemed that Connor was going to watch. After his grumbles about me spending all day with Reed, he refused to rise from his seating position and silently watched. His arousal was clear in the lit room, waiting to be set free from his zipped jeans. His gaze on me burned and lit my desire anew. I wanted him to take me too, running his large hands over my body and torture me with kisses. The thought of that increased the flow of the fluids between my legs, adding to the maddening sounds of the wet slaps each time Reed's hips touched mine.

I stretched my hand to my mate, beckoning him to join, and licked my lips. He smiled, shaking his head and raised his glass of wine in a celebratory toast. Reed pinned my hands down, urging me to look at him. His thrusts began to slow, callin