War of Threes
I tease.
“Te prometemos que te gustará, mi cielo. (We promise that you will like it, my heaven).”
I feel the lust and excitement of my mates through the bond and can’t help but feel it, too.
“Just a little longer, Merry.”
Within a few minutes, my mates stop me. “Estamos aquí, reina (We’re here, queen).”
Gael moves to the side of me and Hakeem uncovers my eyes.
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