Page 5 of Amber’s Christmas Surprise

He sucks on my clit harder, and the pleasure starts to build. It's right there. I'm so close. Wes pulls back and slips his finger out of me, leaving me empty and bare. I nearly scream.

Every part of my body is tense with need. My nipples push against my bra. My insides clench. My pulse pounds wildly in my chest. And I can't help the whimper that slips past my lips.

"What was that?" Wes's eyes twinkle with obvious amusement.

I want to twist free of his hold, grab fistfuls of his brown hair, and hold his face against my clit until he finally makes me come. But I don't. I shrug instead. And silently promise that I'll make him pay for this. Later. After he makes me come.

"I didn't say anything," I tell him nonchalantly.

"I'm really being unfair to you, aren't I?" Wes asks.

It's my chance to tell him that he is, and that I need to come so bad it hurts, but I shrug instead. "How so?"

"Well…" Wes runs a finger through my wet folds and circles my clit, driving me mad.

Footsteps echo downstairs, but I barely pay them any attention as I focus on what my mate's doing to me. The way he slowly circles my clit with just a whisper of a touch, over and over, and…

"In the middle of the stairwell," Chase says.

I yelp.

My bunny shifter is standing at the bottom of the stairwell, watching Wes circle my clit. My jeans and red lace panties are gathered at my ankles, and I'm suddenly very aware of the cold air on my wet folds.

I expect Wes to stop, but he continues to lazily circle my clit. This time, I can't help the whimper that escapes. My bear shifter must have been aware of Chase's presence the entire time. Then again, he's not the one hovering on the edge of orgasm—and he's got shifter hearing, unlike me.

"As much as I like to watch," Chase says—it's true. He does. He's watched Wes make me come in dozens of different ways, often while pumping his own cock. "I could use a little help with… the thing."

"W-what thing?" I barely manage to get the words out with Wes touching me and Chase watching.

"Can it wait?" Wes adds.

"Not really," Chase says apologetically.

Wes looks like he's about to argue, but then he lets go of me and gets to his feet. "It's a good thing you didn't want to come."

I scowl at him, but he's already got his back to me. I wish there was something—anything—in the hallway that I could throw at him. The only thing I have on me is my phone.

Chase looks confused, but then he shoots a gaze over his shoulder, clearly distracted by whatever is in that duffle bag.

I pull up my jeans, and Wes suddenly spins around to face me. "Stay in the apartment. Chase or I will be up as soon as we can. But swear to me that you won't peek."

"Why?" I demand.

"Because it's a surprise. Please, Ambear?"

It's that pleading look that gets me. I'd do anything to make my mate happy, even if it drives me insane.

"I'll stay upstairs. I promise." Even if it kills me.

I'm horny as hell—and curious as hell—as I button up my jeans and head upstairs. What sort of Christmas present did my guys get? I already know Wes has a sweater waiting for me beneath our tree, since I managed to find it at the back of the closet before he had a chance to wrap it. Chase got me that new magical tea sampler I saw advertised on Screech—I found the receipt. And Julian magically re-created the painting I used to admire at our favorite cafe while we were at the academy. That last one took a bit of sleuthing, but my sister, Violet, is the town librarian, and I figured it out once she told me what spellbooks he'd been reading.

The fact that I don't know what this last gift is—that I didn't know there was going to be one more gift until today—drives me insane. And it really doesn't help that my clit still throbs and I really wish I had one of my mates upstairs with me.

I flop backwards on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I have several battery operated alternatives, but it's not the same. I text Julian, hoping he's almost home, but he got held up giving Evan—Lotus's three-hundred-year-old, somewhat reserved, fae mate—advice on how to have fun. He's going to be another half hour, at least, which leaves me and my hand… or a battery-operated toy.

I take one out, then change my mind and put it back. I want Wes to finish what he started. I want him to torture and tease me while I pretend I don't want him… when it's clear to both of us just how good he makes me feel. I want Chase naked, kneeling on the bed next to me, with his cock in my mouth. And I want Julian to get back with that wiggling dildo—or without it—so I can ride him until I come.

I let out a frustrated groan. Why the Goddess did my men have to get me some stupid Christmas surprise when all I want, and need, are the three of them?