Pressing my lips together, I glared at him. “Five on one is a little unfair, don’t you think?”

He just smiled. “Not at all. Better get used to it. Because we all have the same goal, and it’s not going to change.”

“What goal?”

“Hands on the pool table, Omega.”

“What’s the goal?”

Kade stepped close behind me, scent washing over me in a wave. All darkness and heat. “Hands on the table. I’ll tell you the goal when I’m finished with you.”

My whole body shook under the power in his voice. I placed my gun on the pool table and spread my hands out flat.

One of Kade’s arms snaked around me, hand sliding up to circle my throat. The other dove into the danger zone, into my pants and underwear, finding me soaked. “You’re going to count out our minute,” he said. “If you stop, I stop.”

“Stop what? Ooh.”

He slid his middle finger inside me, the heel of his palm over my clit. I was already aroused enough, it wouldn’t take me long to reach where I wanted to go. But sixty seconds?

“Count, Omega.”

He moved his hand, and I gasped. “One, two, three, four,” it wasn’t easy to keep my voice and counting steady when he was moving, circling his palm over my clit and brushing against my G-spot because his fingers were long enough to reach.

The hand around my throat wasn’t doing anything but keeping me still, but I was still aware of it. Frozen where he’d placed me, under his word. It would be so much more when he chased me, whenever that happened.

“Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, fuck.” I stopped to breathe, and he stopped moving instantly. My whine came out, and he just laughed. “You stop, I stop, baby. Keep counting.”

I did, my words slurring a little as I tried to remember where I was and also soak in the feeling of his fingers teasing me. He could take me all the way there.

“Forty. Please, Kade. Forty-one.”

He didn’t move any faster or harder, keeping the same delicious, maddening rhythm. I was rocking into his hand, trying to make it to the peak which was just out of reach. “Fifty-nine, sixty,” I gasped the words, and he stopped, pulling his hand out of my jeans and releasing me.

“No, wait.”

“Those are the rules,” Kade said, licking me from his fingers. “We only get a minute. If I break the rules and keep going, I’m not likely to stop. How is that fair to the others?”

The smirk on his face told me he knew exactly how frustrated my body was, and was loving it. “Not fair to my orgasm,” I muttered. “What’s the goal?”

“To make you scream. Obviously.”