ZAYLA

I whimpered, my walls clenching desperately around Zane’s fingers. The edge was so close I could taste it, but Zane kept his pace slow and cruel, curling just enough to keep me trembling without letting me fall.

He kissed the corner of my mouth, his voice soft and coaxing. “That’s it, Angel. Just a little longer.”

Ziven hissed. A low, guttural sound, and I realized he was done being patient.

He moved, and in one swift motion, he pulled me back against his chest, away from Zane's fingers. I gasped at the sudden emptiness, my body protesting.

"Enough teasing," he growled, his voice low and rough. "She's been a...