“Heat.” Alek’s eyes were locked on Sunday, hunger blazing in them.
Kingston pulled his shirt over his head and tossed the fabric onto the floor. “Saddle up, bloodsucker. Our mate needs us to serve her.”
“All of us?” I asked, shock rippling through me.
What the hell had I missed since I’d been away?
Apparently, your mate needs a hell of a lot more than she let on. Serve her and show her how much you love her. Enough to share her with as many men as she needs.
“Yes,” Sunday breathed. “Don’t leave me. I need all of you.”
Her eyes were locked onto Caleb, who’d been trying to escape the room unnoticed.
“A stor, you know I can’t.”
“Then watch, Priest, since you love it so much. But our woman asked you to stay, and so you will.”
As I spoke, Alek moved to stand in front of the door, blocking Caleb’s escape. It was an empty gesture. We all knew the priest could leave if he wanted. My bet was he’d stay.
Caleb swallowed but took his hand off the doorknob, then with a sharp nod, he pulled the hard chair from the corner and sat, eyes locked on Sunday.
“Breed me, Noah,” she whispered, and that one soft request sent me from hard to throbbing.
“As you fucking wish.”