King

Niko's tongue is buried between her thighs like he hasn't eaten in days. Mason's got her nipples between his fingers, twisting and tugging just hard enough to make her gasp, and I've got her mouth pressed against mine.

But it's more than just kissing.

I'm reclaiming her.

Tasting every moan she can't hold back. Catching every ragged breath. Feeling her fall apart against my lips—helpless, desperate, and so fucking perfect.

Just for us.

We've touched ...