I watched him as he pulled his finger out only to see it slowly disappear back inside of me.

The action was repeated at different intervals until I was a breathy moaning mess with my thighs parted widely to let him have his way with me.

The visual and physical stimulation made my core clench tightly with pleasure.

My head fell back.

The only sound I could hear was of our harsh breathing and the wet sounds of his finger leaving and entering my flesh.

My eyes had rolled back into its sockets when Eros added another finger.

He picked up in rhythm and increased the pace until I was writhing and moaning a broken stream of his name.

I felt hot.

It is like I was standing right next to an inferno with no water in sight. And I could feel myself start to climb an invisible mountain.

"Let me mark you, Emira," he whispered, fingers moving faster and faster inside of me.

He was cheating.

I bit down hard on my bottom lip, swallowing a gasping choke of breath.

I tried to think straight while his fingers worked my heated flesh, but it became increasingly harder to keep my thoughts from scattering.

Yet the possibility of pregnancy was enough to make me think twice.

It was the only thing stopping me from saying 'yes'.

I was tempted.

I was really tempted, but I thought about what could happen.

The consequences of that one simple word that could take everything away from me.

I shook my head frantically, a strangled moan making way past my parted lips.

Sweat trickled down from his chin and onto my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

It slid against my skin and left a burning trail of sparks in its wake.

My fingers gripped the sheets, b.r.e.a.s.t.s heaving as I started to climb the invisible slope and my hips gyrated in a motion to get away or come even closer.

With two fingers pumping inside of me, Eros' other hand had gone back to fondling my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

He rolled the firm nipple between thumb and forefinger until I was crying beneath him, begging for something that I couldn't name.

Eros smiled knowingly.

His hot mouth enclosed around a swollen nipple and bit down before he consoled the abused flesh with his tongue.

My entire body jolted at the stimulating sensation and a gasping moan squeezes from my throat.

When his large palm rubbed against my c.l.i.t in circular motions and the fingers inside curled, it sent me off of the ledge.

Next thing I knew, I was sobbing my release, crying like a broken dam at the terrifying sensations that wracked me wave after wave.

My thighs clamped hard around his waist, back arching into a curve while my toes curled into the sheets.

It was an out of body experience that left me trembling on the sheets.

It was terrifying.

The feelings of being out of control. Completely and utterly enraptured by him—for him.

I've never felt anything that terrifyingly good before, and I doubted that I would ever feel it again without Eros' touch.

Eros was still panting heavily.

He kissed my sweat-soaked temples and murmured soft words of comfort.

His body completely covered my still trembling one.

Just when I parted my lips to speak, loud knocks on the door immediately interrupted the moment.

The knocking—beating on the door had managed to drag me out from the climax induced high.

I couldn't even process the words that came from outside the door, but I recognized that annoying voice seeping through the wood.

I probably would have recognized it anywhere.

Zanthos.

It was Zanthos.

He was standing outside of our room saying something about Hunters being on pack grounds and that Eros was needed immediately.

I glanced at Eros, who was still on top of me.

His erection was poking against my thigh, leaving a warm and wet trail of pre-c.u.m on the surface of my skin.

It seemed slightly fishy that Zanthos was the one to come to the door and tell Eros the news instead of Toran.

Why didn't anyone mind link Eros instead of letting Zanthos creepily show up here?

Wouldn't that be much quicker and more efficient?