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He growled beneath his breath, and I grinned at his burst of desire even though the high of release had begun to fade from my own system. Awareness of my headache returned. My muscles relaxed into the mattress.
Dolyn gently shifted Ashley so she lay against my chest. He wiped between her thighs, taking care of her needs when I’d been too caught up in my own selfish thoughts.
“Thank you,” I murmured, having no wish to wake her.
He set aside the towel, but I didn’t chide him for ignoring the mess smeared on my groin. Dolyn lifted his focus to my face.
A fury of emotion slammed into me. The pain, the hollowness of his chest, the tumult of feelings inside him laid waste to me. His hurt reverberated through my mind like an ancient voice without tone, a hundred times worse than any I’d experienced. My heart ached with him.
For him.
“Lie with us.” I begged with my eyes, clutching Ashley’s sleeping form close and wishing I could do the same for Dolyn.
But he wasn’t yet ready for my soothing or comfort. Aftercare, I expected, would be the last thing he would ever allow me.
He settled slowly onto the bed, a couple of feet away. On his back, he stared at the ceiling.
“Please stay,” I murmured, closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.
Chapter 22
Ashley
Warmth and the most alluring, musky scent of male surrounded me. Lingering traces of sweetness coated my mouth, making me hunger for more. Worse than the desire for coffee, my body craved…something I couldn’t quite place.
I blinked my eyes open, gaze falling from the white ceiling to a small balcony outside the slider—and the Tolzman Industries building beyond.
Dolyn.
Vanni.
Mates.
Arousal flooded through me as the evening before caught up to my sleep-addled brain. I bit my lip to keep my whimper contained while rubbing my hand along the hard cock clutched in my grip. I turned my head to take in the body facing mine.
Vanni stared at me, his mossy eyes clear of sleep and full of lust. He grabbed my wrists and rolled atop me, pinning my arms overhead with a single hand. The head of his cock pressed against my soaked, aching pussy. “You’ve been touching me in your sleep, naughty girl,” he claimed, reaching between us.
I arched on a gasp as he teased my opening by sliding his cockhead through my soaked folds.
“Moaning and whimpering your need for me.” He groaned the statement a breath away from my mouth.
“Yes.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer.
“And for Dolyn.” The rumbled tone, the desire Vanni had for Dolyn, washed over me, releasing a rush of wetness around the head of his cock.
“Need…” I licked my desert-like lips. “Need you. Him.”
“Inside you.” Vanni read my mind, gifting me a mere teaser of his thick length, turning my blood to burning flames as he notched inside me. “Filling your tight pussy at the same time.”
My eyelids fluttered shut at the delicious invasion, the stretching fullness as he eased in another inch.
“Ash.”
I blinked up at him, his concern flooding my heart with what felt a lot like love. He wanted words like I’d given him last night, but surely he could sense how I longed to give him everything. “Yes.”
He pushed forward, slowly filling me, allowing me all the time in the world to tell him to stop.
Never.
