Page 78 of Temptation (The Mate Games 4)

Her scent came to me again, but I couldn’t get farther than that. There was nothing more than the tease of lilacs until even that was gone and I was alone in pure darkness.

“No! Goddammit! Come back!”

I fisted my sheets, frustration and unfulfilled hunger for her boiling to the surface. I was such a twisted fuck, wanting her body even though she’d been taken and was likely in grave danger. But my world had been hell these last few days since returning to the ruin that was Blackthorne Manor, and she was my solace. I needed to lose myself in her. Even if it was only in my mind.

Reaching for the phone beside my bed, I searched for the video I’d taken what seemed like an eternity ago. That night burned bright in my mind for more reasons than one.

Pressing play on the screen, I held the phone with one hand and wrapped my fingers around my length with the other. It wouldn’t be as good as the real thing, but at least I could bring myself off with her name on my lips and her voice in my ears.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” she giggled, her beautiful face flushed as she watched me set up the phone before returning to her.

“How else will I satisfy myself if we’re parted? No one makes me feel the way you do, dove. I only want to watch you.”

“Stalker.”

“A stalker would do it without your knowledge. I want you looking into the camera when you come. Knowing I’ll be touching myself when I replay this.”

My cock pulsed in my hand as she bit her lower lip and got onto her hands and knees on the bed, staring straight at the phone, her full tits swaying, hips lush and curvy flaring out behind her. I hadn’t turned this video on once since taking it but seeing it now, I was so glad we’d done this.

I pleasured myself with languid, lazy strokes as she laid back on the bed, parting her thighs for me. Seeing myself there with her, knowing how much she wanted me, had precum leaking from my tip already.

“Fucking hell, Sunday,” I said on a tight groan as her back arched and my head disappeared between her thighs.

I’d gotten the angle just right, so the Noah on screen didn’t block a single part of her perfection. Other than the dip of my head as I devoured her, all I could see was my mate, writhing in pleasure. Evidence of her approaching orgasm was there, caught by the camera, things I hadn’t seen in the moment. The tight, rosy nipples and flushed cheeks, her furrowed brow and parted lips. She was closer than I had thought from the instant my tongue slid across her.

I nearly came as her hands slipped over her breasts and she began toying with her nipples. I hadn’t seen that while I’d been busy between her legs. Fuck, it was hot.

“Noah,” she moaned. “You make me feel so good.”

The hand fisting my cock moved faster at her words, my grip tightening as I chased my own climax. “That’s right, dove. I always make it good for you.”

A shadow fell over our forms just before Alek’s voice filled the room. “Well, well, is there room for one more at this party?”

Sunday smiled, then moaned again, holding out her hand to him. “Always.” Then she scraped her nails along my scalp and tugged my hair. “Noah, I’m hungry too.”

I shuttled my palm over my length, remembering vividly what came next. With my other hand, I tapped the fast-forward button, moving past the part where Alek took over, working her with his teeth and tongue while I moved to her mouth.

Watching her suck me, recalling the way her throat convulsed around me as she took me to the root, I groaned again. This time I didn’t care how loud I was. I pumped my dick faster, desperate to come.

“What the fuck is going on in here? Who are you fucking?” Kingston burst in, breaking the bloody lock, eyes blazing, fury on his face.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Kingston. I’m a bit busy at the moment.”

I covered myself with the sheets, staring daggers at the enraged wolf.

“I heard sex.”

“Does it look like I’m having sex?”

A cry of pure pleasure echoed from where I’d dropped my phone, the video still playing.

He cocked a brow. “Porn? Wow, I didn’t peg you for a porn guy.”

Sunday’s ecstasy-filled voice filled the room. “Alek, fuck—”

“Wait... you haveSundayporn? And you didn’t share? I thought we were bros.”

“When have you and I ever beenbros? I barely tolerate you.”

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