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It's absurd, of course. He can't be lonely with Seven people shoved into one, but I swear I feel the mirrored ache of it all the way to the center of my bones.

His hips buck faster into mine, and I gasp into his mouth as the pressure coils tighter in my lower stomach and center.

"Snow," he says, his voice husky and rough. "I want to try something. Will you let me?" Despite his low voice, there is a raw vulnerability in his question that makes my chest ache.

I can't find my words, so I just nod.

One goes for the button on my pants and misses it once before he gets it. A surprising fumble considering how in control he always seems. He slides a hand under my waistband and panties until his fingers find my already dripping slit.

The moan that escapes me is loud enough to carry, so he claps his other hand over my mouth, even though music pumps in from the stage.

"Fuck, Snow," he breathes. "I've never..."

I can't quite make sense of what he's saying while he runs a finger up and down my center, spreading the wetness all around before dipping a finger inside me. His eyes aren't on my face. They're on his own hand, tracking every twitch he pulls out of me.

Thank the fae lords, his hand is over my mouth because the sound I make definitely might be heard over the music.

He pumps in and out, and my hips rock as I chase his finger, wanting, needing more. Then he pulls away, and I let out a pathetic mewl in response.

One sucks his finger into his mouth, tasting me with a satisfied moan. I shudder, aroused nearly out of my mind.

"One," I beg. His hand slips back into my pants, finds my clit, and gently rubs it. Coils of need tighten and rise in me as my body falls into his touch yet begs for more. Sweat pops out on the back of my neck and between my breasts. I'm angled awkwardly, trying to chase his touch, needing more.

"Is this what you want?" he asks, studying me with intensity.

Oh. Oh fuck. Oh my fae lords, I need more. I want to come. I want to come so badly, it physically hurts not to.

"Yes," I gasp. "Faster," I add in demand.

He freezes.

I realize too late that I might have pushed him too far. One is the control freak of the group. He likes to be in charge. Maybe because he’s always had to be in charge of the others.

He raises a brow. "Faster?"

I squirm and buck, trying to urge him on. "Please."

"That, I can do," he says with the first self-satisfied smile I've seen him wear before his touch speeds up.

Chapter 15

Good Vibrations

SNOW

And I mean, it really speeds up. It feels like I have a vibrator between my legs, but it's all One.

"I—oh my—One—sweet holy fae hell—" I lose all coherence as my body climbs higher and higher.

"That's right, you're going to come for me. And when you do, I want you to look right at me." His other hand closes around my throat with just enough pressure to make me lightheaded and intensify every sensation in my body.

I fight to keep my eyes open, but they keep threatening to drift shut as pleasure and heat engulf me. My toes curl so hard my calves cramp. Pleasure barrels through me too fast to brace for it, shoving me right up to the edge until I’m gripping the couch and his hair like either one can save me. My head lolls, and I'm seconds from coming undone.

"Look at me," One snaps without mercy.

I meet his gaze just as I break. I gasp, desperate for air that just won't come as I hit that dizzying height. My back bows as a loud wail escapes me. He releases my throat to clap a hand over my mouth, smothering the sound.

Still, I do as he says, keeping my eyes glued to his while the orgasm wrecks every functioning brain cell I have.