“Take me now,” I moaned against Ronan’s throat, my hand trailing further and further south to brush against him. Benedict started growling, a threatening sound that had me hiding an inappropriate grin. I knew his inner draken would never let someone else supersede him in the mating order. Ronan hesitated, lined up behind me at my entrance.

“Don’t you dare!” Benedict warned.

Ronan jerked forward, his body and instincts betraying his mind. That was all Benedict needed to hook his arm under my belly and yank me away, leaving Ronan hissing and spitting. My back hit the bed as Benedict towered over me, and I raked my claws down his back.

“You want me so bad?” he thundered, his eyes taking on a feral haze.

I flexed my claws deeper and arched my core into his. With a growl he tore off his breeches, and one finger slid easily inside me. He swore at how wet and ready I was and withdrew his finger.

Benedict positioned himself over me and slammed inside until he was buried to the hilt. We both gasped in pleasure, taking a moment to simply feel the sensation of being so utterly and roughly entwined. Then Benedict started to move, thrusting in and out. I whined, needing more. Kieran was at my side in the next moment, his teeth piercing my neck as his hands worked between my breasts and the small nubs at my center. Ronan watched from the side, one hand propping him up as the other stroked up and down his length. A wicked thought entered my mind, but it would have to wait until Benedict was done.

“More. I need more,” I said.

Benedict withdrew, his fangs bared. He flipped me onto my stomach and yanked my hips up to meet his. He thrust into me from behind, the deeper angle much more satisfying.

“Yes!” I yelled.

Kieran and Ronan eyed each other, and my hands splayed to the side, holding my body up so I could rear back into Benedict, meeting each hard thrust he doled out. Benedict swore at the roughness, and his pace increased.

“Touch each other.” My voice was a deep pant, my eyes fixed hungrily on Ronan and Kieran.

They smirked and reached for each other at the head of the bed. Ronan took Kieran fully in his mouth, Kieran’s hand fisting the covers as his mouth parted in ecstasy. The sight made my mouth water, and the heat in me grew as Benedict pumped behind me, one hand tangling in my hair and pulling my neck back. He bit down, and our orgasms hit together as he drank from me, both of us screaming in completion. Ronan released Kieran with a wet sound, my second mate practically snatching me from Benedict as he sank down on the end of the bed, panting.

“Stop.”

Kieran and Ronan froze, and I wanted to snarl in frustration.

Benedict gathered me in his arms and chuckled darkly in my ear. “We aren’t done with you yet.” He glanced up to the others. “It’s time we teach her about wing play.”