The cold titanium dragged across my clit and every muscle locked.

I was on my knees, ass raised, Tristan’s soft breathing only inches from my face. Close enough that one wrong sound would end everything. He swirled his cockhead against my entrance.

“M-Malc-”

Malcolm’s hand clamped over my mouth before I could speak. His fingers dug into my cheeks, forcing my head back until I met those gray eyes.

“Call me that again,” he rasped, “and I will fuck you until this bed wakes ...