"I feel like marking my territory, so everyone knows who you belong to."

Mark? Before I could process that unusual statement, his fingers slipped beneath the fabric. The first touch against bare skin made me cry out, my head falling back against the door.

"So wet." Hunter's voice was reverent. Awed. "This better all be for me, Grace."

"Yes." I couldn't form more than that single word, not when he was circling my clit like that.

"Did you get this wet for Max?" His free hand gripped my jaw, ...