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A single finger teased my entrance, but didn’t push inwards.

“Yes…” I said, to the penetration, to the scenario, to him. “Yes, please.”

Chapter 14

Grey

How was this situation my greatest dream and worst nightmare all at once?

Something my wolf was well aware of.

Look at her. He didn’t need to command me, because I already was. Her wearing that blindfold meant I could finally stare all I liked. My gaze did what my hands itched to, tracing every curve. Fill our mate with bliss, then when she reaches her peak. Visions filled my head, replacing the sight in front of me, with different scenarios where I was buried deep inside her, but I wouldn’t allow him that liberty. With a blink, several blinks, I pushed him back. Then we will claim her before our pack.

Claim?

The word was like a spell, pulling me under. Perhaps that’s why my finger slipped down the swoop of her collarbone, her skin registering as satin on my fingertip. It followed the swell of her breast, barely resisting the urge to sink my fingers into its softness, before finding the simple clamp Ethan had placed around her nipple. Claim, my heart beat as I pulled the little metal charm hanging from the end. Claim her, my soul demanded as I pulled on it, watching the skin stretch. Her little moans, the thudding of my heart, my wolf, they worked together to rob me of all sense.

“Ahh, Grey?”

When I looked up at Tex, the concern in his gaze had my eyes dropping back down. The omega’s chest was heaving because I had stretched the nipple almost to the point of pain. My fingers released abruptly and I took a step backwards in horror, only for Nadia to let out a little sigh, her body shifting on the stool.

“Tell me how that felt.” That came out as a demand, not a request. “Nadia⁠—”

“Good.” Her hands moved gingerly across her chest. “It stung a bit.”

There, I told the wolf, you see?

“But I said sometimes it needs to hurt a bit to feel anything.” She nodded slowly. “Well, that made me feel a whole lot of something.”

There. The wolf’s tone was entirely different to mine. He was like a dark presence, swirling around me. Breathe deeply. Take in her scent. I did just that because he was me. Now, you see.

Sweet, rich, floral, I could spend hours trying to detect every note, but instead I moved closer.

“A good something or a bad something?” I asked, reaching out to touch the very tip of her nipple.

“Good…?” That faint whine stilled me. Pull the clamps off, I thought. Soothe— “Yes. I want more.”

Those last three words were like fuel poured over my body and then set alight. A faint wolf howl started up in my head as I moved closer.

“More?” I asked, my fingers moving swiftly to remove the clamp because I knew what was coming. Her gasp as the blood rushed back, bringing with it another wave of intense sensation. “Bullet,” I said to Ethan. His eyes narrowed, but he passed me the small vibrator. I ran it around the aching tip, watching Nadia’s every response. Her brows knitted, partially disappearing behind the mask. Mouth falling open, I watched her breath come in faster. Anticipation, I realised. “The clamp forces blood into your nipples, making them more sensitive, so this…”

“Oh!” The minute the small vibrator touched her, she responded. Stiffening, thrusting her breasts out, she’d never looked so beautiful. It was like she was questing for more sensation, so I pressed the device harder against the skin. Shifting it in my grip, my thumb was free to slide forward and press her nipple more firmly against the hard plastic.

“If one’s good…” Ethan pulled a similar looking vibe from the back. “Two’s gotta be better.”

As Nadia panted through the feeling, the other clamp was tossed aside and replaced by a vibrator.

“Which leaves me to do this.”

Tex retrieved the big wand vibe we’d purchased and then pulled on the thick silicone sleeve the woman at the shop had raved about. It was vaguely penile looking, with a swollen knot mid shaft. I sucked in a breath, ready to say he needed to apply lube, but Tex did just that before coming to kneel before Nadia.

“How we feeling, omega?” he asked, smoothing his hands down her thighs, then spreading her wide.

“I… I…”

“Communication, remember?” he said.

“Good.” That came out as a squeak. “Good, but I need…”