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Turning his attention back to his mate, Knox started to circle her clit while Zeke slowly pumped his finger inside her. As a reward, she arched a little.

Knox couldn’t help it. He looked back at Drake tauntingly and witnessed his eyes narrowing further.

Chuckling a little, Knox gave his full focus back to Amara. He knew that Drake wouldn’t be able to resist her for much longer. It was just a matter of how long he could hold out.

“P-people can see,” Amara gasped out. Her breathing was uneven and quick, and Knox loved the way her tits bounced because of it. “And Drake is pissed.”

“I know,” Knox murmured. “Let’s see how pissed he gets when we make you cum.”

He worked his fingers faster as Zeke leaned over and kissed her neck, muttering sweet fucking nothings in Spanish against her skin.

Amara’s fingers dug into his and Zeke’s thighs as her eyes fluttered closed.

Scenting her arousal was one thing, but to actually see her tremble from it? My god, it was more alluring than screams of agony.

“Are you going to cum on Zeke’s fingers, little bunny?”

Zeke groaned. “Fuck. She clenched.”

“That’s it,” Knox cooed. “Let’s see if we can make her do it again.”

Zeke added a second finger, and Amara moaned. She was coming undone, and he fucking lived for it.

Curious, he peeked a glance at Drake, who was stiff as a board, but Knox could see the desire in his eyes. No doubt, he could smell what they were doing to her, and no doubt, he could hear what they were saying to her. The man had the restraint of the pope.

“Jesus,” Amara breathed, trying to catch her breath.

“That’s not the name we agreed you’d say,” Knox taunted.

She laughed softly, shaking her head. Sweat was beading at her temple. “You also said you’d make me scream.”

“Let me bury myself between your legs, and then we’ll see.” He started to whisper everything he had planned to do to her in her ear, and her body started to tremble.

Zeke pumped harder and faster, knowing as much as Knox did that she was close. “That’s right, Princesa. Cum for us.”

Her back bowed, and Knox slapped a hand over her mouth just as she fell over the edge, stifling her loud moan. He continued to work her clit as she twitched, helping her ride it out until it became too much sensation.

Zeke and Knox met each other’s gaze over Amara’s head, a silent communication. Giving a nod, Zeke slid out of the booth and tugged Amara up with him. Knox followed them as Zeke quickly pulled her along to a staircase that led to their second-floor apartment.

“Where are we going?” Amara squeaked.

“Have you ever ridden two cocks at once, Amara?” Zeke asked. His accent was thick.

Knox grinned at the thought as they quickly climbed the stairs. Before they reached the top, he looked back over his shoulder at Drake and winked at him. He was still clutching his bottle tightly.

When Knox turned back around, he heard the beer bottle shatter. His grin only widened.

Chapter Five

Amara

Her rational mind must have been lost somewhere back down in the bar. It was the only explanation she had for allowing the guys to take her upstairs, knowing full well what they had planned.

As Zeke unlocked the door that led to their shared apartment, a tiny voice in the back of her head told her to stop it before things went too far and they did something that they couldn’t take back. She had never been with two guys before, and the stakes were far too high. One of them, if not both of them, could end up marking her, solidifying the bond between them before she even had the chance to figure out whether this would even work. However, her wolf refused to listen, and that weak voice of reason was swiftly cast aside.

The pull of the bond was just too strong to ignore. The longing she and her wolf shared to find their mate blazed beneath the surface of her skin, drowning out all sense and reason while making it hard for her to keep her wolf sedated. She knew it was wrong, knew how much trouble she’d be in if they were caught, but in that moment, she just didn’t care.

While her father had never explained what happened when a wolf found their fated mate, she had read about it in depth in the pack library late at night when everyone else was asleep. But still, she hadn’t been prepared for just how helpless she was to resist. A few choice words, along with some expert strokes from their fingers, and she was like putty in their hands.

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