"Take me."
Emira watched as the three men continued to stare at her, their eyes flicking from her hand that still rested just over her core, to the rest of her body with an intensity that made her chest tighten. She knew she must look undone with her breath uneven, hair tangled, cheeks flushed. A mess in every sense of the word.
And yet… the way they looked at her told a different story entirely. Not one of them moved to take her up on her offer. And yet, no attempt was made to disguise the hunger tightening their expressions. Each of them wanted her, and none of them were bothered to hide it. The certainty of it sent a rush of heat through her, sharper than anything her body had produced on its own. Mate. They should have been with their mate, but they were all here with her...That knowledge gave her a strange, heady satisfaction.
