Or tried to shatter.
Griffin was seconds away from tipping over that glorious cliff when without warning Violet pulled off him with a wet pop. Her lips glistened with his release as she spoke, voice hoarse with control. "Don't come yet. You'll do that when I sit on you."
Roman halted as well, catching the shift in command. He drew his wet hand back from between her thighs and brought it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean like a cat savoring cream.
Griffin looked wrecked with his chest heaving, but he nodded like an obedient soldier.
Violet turned her head toward the bed. "Go lie down."
Then her gaze flicked to Roman. "And you," she said, voice rough with command, "I want your mouth on my tits while he fucks me."
Roman's lips curved into that familiar slow, wicked smile. "In your service, ma'am," he said, giving her a mock salute.
Their mate was in charge now, and he damn loved it.
