Amaya's pov 

 All three of them move at once.

 Luciano captures my mouth while Alvaro's hands slide under my shirt, finding bare skin. Javier's lips trail down my neck, finding the spot that makes me gasp.

 I'm drowning in sensation. In them. In the bond that's wrapping us together so tightly I can't tell where I end and they begin.

 This is what it means to have mates. To belong to someone so completely that they can unmake you with a touch.

 Luciano breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. "We need to stop."

 "Why?" The word comes out needy, desperate.

 "Because if we don't stop now, we won't...