His hand left my body. He drew himself from my mouth and caught my jaw with two careful fingers, turning my face up to his.
“Catalina.”
My breath came hard. “Yes.”
His pupils had not changed back, but his voice stayed steady. “Do you want this?”
I swallowed.
Rhain’s fingers had gone still against my clit. Waiting too.
“I want it.”
Dominic’s pupils widened again. “Good girl.”
Rhain’s thumb resumed its slow pressure over my clit at the same moment Dominic’s hand returned behind me. The bond caught both touches, one bright and sharp at the front of my body, one darker and lower where Dominic’s finger traced me again.
Then he pressed.
Just the pad at first.
Then the first knuckle.
He stopped there, holding still while Rhain circled me once, twice, three times, each stroke making my body soften around the new pressure.
Dominic watched my face.
“Still yes?”
My answer came out broken. “Yes.”
Rhain groaned beneath me, his hips moving under the knot.
Dominic leaned close. “Good. Open.”
I opened my mouth and took him again.
The fourth orgasm rolled. Dominic came at the end of the second roll. He held himself there, hand at my hair, breath stuttering out of him.
I sucked him through it.
He withdrew slow. The thumb of his other hand came to my lower lip and cleaned the corner of my mouth.
“Four.”
Rhain laughed into my shoulder, tired and warm. “Good girl.”
The knot eased between the seventh breath and the eighth.
I felt the change first as a softening in the pressure, then as a loosening in the place where my body had been held open around him. Rhain felt it too. His hands came to my hips, steady and careful, not guiding me off him yet, only making sure I did not have to hold my own weight while he released me.
“Slow,” he murmured.
“I know.”
“No,” he said, mouth brushing my shoulder. “I am saying it to myself.”
The knot released the rest of the way, and Rhain held me through the small, aching shift of separation. I lifted slowly. Even after our bodies separated, the bond held its shape, warm and awake beneath my skin.
