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Ren gets bolder and steps toward me. “No. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I need this. I want you both, in tandem, using me, like the way you always work together.”

I should tell her absolutely not. I should order her and Noble out. But instead, her words hook into that lust inside me, and it breaks free. I step forward, circling her.

“You are such a greedy, selfish girl, aren’t you? You can’t be content with one mate, one cock? You need to have every hole pounded?”

She gulps, her eyes tracking my every movement. “Yes.”

Yes. That word resounds through my veins. It would be easy, so fucking easy to give in to the desire. But it’s not just that. There’s an obsession to taste her, to maybe want more.

Or maybe I’ll be done and dusted.

“No.”

She lifts her chin. “If you aren’t going to fuck me, Torin, then you’ll watch.”

My cock gives a twitch. “Go back to your mate’s bedroom. If you still want me, then he’s not doing something right.”

Ren shakes her head as Noble slinks over.

He strokes himself through his pants and the scent of desire in the room quadruples. It’s in every breath I take and every beat of my blood.

Sex in the air is thick enough to constrict my throat.

Ren stares me down and crooks her finger toward Noble.

“What is this?” I ask. “Trying to teach me a lesson, Ms. Wexler?”

She shakes her head. “I’m only going to show you what you’re missing.”

My desire grows in the silence.

I barely move as Noble comes up to his mate, grabbing her face and kissing her. He sweeps his tongue along the seam of her lips until she opens for him, their faces pressed together.

He bites down on her lower lip and sucks it into his mouth, grabbing the front of her shirt and twisting it, dragging her closer. Forcing her to arch into him.

His eyes are closed, but hers are open and searching for me. For a reaction.

But I don’t. No reaction. That’s the key.

Right now, she thinks she knows what she’s doing and what she wants. Who she wants to be with. But she’ll see, soon, that politics aren’t her game and I don’t bend.

I don’t break.

“What do you need, baby?” Noble murmurs against the skin of her neck.

She’s hot, anxious, practically keening, and climbing him in an attempt to get closer. The possibility of release with her is a palpable beast.

Especially when Noble rips the edges of her bra open, freeing her breasts. Bending, he works her nipples between his teeth.

My cock jerks again, hardening fully at the sight.

I’ve never been a voyeur. I prefer to be the one in the action, except, apparently, when it comes to Ren.

She hooks a leg around his hip and Noble grabs her knee to keep her in place. A slight hitch of his hips and the hard length of his cock, tucked in his pants, presses to her covered cunt.

“I want you,” she says, looking at me. “I want youboth. Please.”

I built an empire on control, on ice in my veins. I can resist the pull of Ren.

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