"Please," Roxy sobbed, her hand reaching out into the empty air, her fingers trembling. "Help me. It hurts."
The venom of the Basilisk wasn't just a chemical; it was a command code written into her biology. It had stripped away her inhibitions, her logic, and her defenses, leaving only a raw, screaming nerve ending that demanded friction.
She wanted her mates to relieve this torture.
But Zarek and Kaelen hesitated because they didn't want to hurt her; she had been taking care of them, giving birth to babies for them, fixing their world, and she deserved rest.
They noticed that she was only fragile and not like them, like beasts who could go for days mating.
But now…
Zarek and Kaelen didn't need to be told twice.
She was begging for them…
Their mate needed them.
The shock of seeing her touch herself had broken their restraint, but the desperate, tear-filled plea for help shattered their hesitation.
