Finally reaching the bed, Zayne gazed upon his gorgeous innocent mate, the corner of his lips curled up in a side smile at the thought. No, not innocent. She was his little tease.
Recalling that one position where she had spread her legs in a split, she bounced on his hardened length, 'Goddess, you are whipped.' Aragorn had the audacity to tease him when he was in the same boat.
This is precisely what Zayne chided, 'You are one to talk, Mr. Divine Beauty.'
'Our mate might be pissed that we woke her, but I know she would be hurt if we didn't let her know.' Aragorn spoke the truth.
Zayne gently got back into the same position, pulling Aubrianne flush against him as he spoke in her ear softly; well, he tried; however, it sounded like a low rumble, at least to Aubrianne, whose eyes instantly shot open at the sensations that rumbled caused her.
It sent precious vibrations through her.
