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“Don’t thank me yet, you’ll be the one crying if you don’t get any of these right,” he said with an evil grin.
Apparently, he was already prepared to torture me. This might be the ultimate edging session of my life and I didn’t know if I was really ready.
“You know I’m going to mess with you. It may not be the same intensity of being in front of an audience and judges, but I’ll give you something to up the stakes.” My mate was evil.
“This is going to go great,” I deadpanned. “Now, what am I making first?” His grin shifted to a serious expression as he studied his notes. The fact he was taking this so seriously gave me even more confidence we’d do amazing in this competition.
“Remember last Independence Day? We made those red, white, and blue shots for our first themed night. You’re going to do those,” he said as he hopped on the counter to watch this disaster unfold.
“That’s easy,” I said with every ounce of confidence I could muster. If not for my horse in my head hyping me up with a series of whinnies, I might not have sounded so sure of myself. “So, I just make one shot?”
Zath let out a dark laugh, meaning that was definitely not it. He was enjoying his moment of power far too much. Just having him sit there, playing with his silver rings as his eyes focused on me… was intense. But one set of eyes was nothing compared to the huge crowd I’d face. Just the small pieces of the videos I’d caught Zath watching showed a full house. Generally, my horse loved the attention, but for once, we were at odds with each other.
This was way bigger than simply showing off. That I could do.
Potentially facing Lance was a different story.
Then there was the unknown element of facing our rivals in person. I’d met enough terrible people to worry that the competition might get ugly.
Zath was oblivious to my struggle and continued on with our little lesson unfazed.
“Every single layer has to be the same, no exceptions, and you’re going to do twelve of them in a row. Any deviations from that, no orgasm for you,” he taunted. Zath was enjoying this far too much. The maniacal laugh he let out could rival a cartoon villain.
My eyes narrowed at him. “I’m not scared, Zath.”
“I wasn’t trying to scare you sweetheart,” he said. It wasn’t at all convincing.
Ignoring the obvious attempts to throw me off my game, I pulled out the ingredients I needed and lined them up on the kitchen island, along with all twelve of the shot glasses he’d brought over from the bar. I side eyed him at the sight of our logo etched in the glass but he just shrugged, completely unapologetic.
Zath was incredibly smart and calculating, and it didn’t surprise me in the least he’d just used the resources easiest to grab…ours.
He finally picked up an egg timer he’d apparently found at the antique store. It was clearly aged with time and looked older than both of us combined.
The moment it was set, the loud ticking started. I definitely didn’t anticipate how much that sound would get to me, but it had me half-frantic and spilling the first bottle a bit as I unscrewed it. My horse let out a huff that essentially meant she was telling me to get my shit together. The poor creature was forever having to remind me to fix my crown and face things.
I’ve got this, I promised her, taking a breath and diving in before I could overthink it further.
Starting with the glasses, I lined them all up in front of me and started opening the rest of the bottles. Prepwork was half the job and I might have been extra messy this time, but I couldn’t care about that now.
“Your timer is already ticking down, hurry up!” Zath barked out, startling me. He went from quiet and mischievous mate to drill sergeant with no warning.
“Fuck you, Zath,” I growled as I poured the shots. To add fuel to the fire, he hopped down thirty seconds in, taunting me with a time update and coming up behind me. His hands trailed down my body causing me to shudder and I forced myself not to over pour the layer.
This was definitely not the type of distraction I’d get on competition day.
He continued the teasing with his hand skimming down my hips and around to the front of my thighs. A trail of hot kisses down my spine were nearly my undoing. But I wasn’t the type to lose a direct challenge. Hell, my horse wouldn’t let me if I wanted to. She was far more stubborn than I was.
Finishing the shots with Zath’s fingers circling my clit was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. The timer went off just as I was about to climax and he pulled his hand away, stepping back and leaving me hanging completely.
“You fucking asshole,” I groaned, leaning on the island next to my shots, ignoring the liquid spilling onto the floor. I’d have to be a whole lot cleaner in the competition but there I wouldn’t have a mate trying to make me come.
Zathrian checked the shots with a shrewd gaze, not letting a single imperfection go unnoticed. From here, the layers looked even and I was fairly proud that I’d managed to come out at the end of the longest minute of my life with actual layers.
“I’ll give you a slide this time,” he said. My mate moved back in place behind me and I let my head fall back as his fingers worked me right back to the edge again. “I’m actually kind of impressed you kept your head during that,” he teased.
All I could do was moan as he picked up the pace. Zath thrust two fingers inside of me and teased my clit with his thumb. My legs were shaking and pleasure coiled in me. The way he played my body had always impressed me. Some partners could barely figure out what to do with their hands and here he was getting me worked up in literal minutes.
My orgasm slammed into me and my knees nearly buckled, hands gripping the counter to keep me upright. He groaned in my ear as my pussy clenched around his fingers. I wanted more than that and he knew it, laughing softly at my frustrated sigh.
