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B lock… It’s the first thought that comes to me as I open my gritty eyes with a groan.

Knox kept me up all night, talking to me in my mind about anything and everything he thought would annoy the hell out of me. And it worked.

It went on for hours. And then he started singing. It turns out he has an amazing voice. But as soon as he figured out I liked it, he stopped.

He then moved on to tell me every single moment of the movie he was watching. And he must have chosen the worst movie known to man because it was beyond terrible.

He eventually fell asleep a couple of hours ago, but by the time I was able to fall sleep, it was already time to get up. And now I have to go to training and class.

I trudge to the bathroom and have a quick cold shower to try wake myself up. Getting out, I throw on my clothes and head downstairs.

Malakai, Theon and Cyrus are already up. Their eyes veer to me the moment I walk down the stairs.

“You feel a little frustrated this morning,” Theon says with a smug look.

“And exhausted,” Cyrus says but with a frown as if he’s actually worried.

I ignore them and then my tired brain finally wakes up and realizes something. The bond isn’t a one-way thing. Knox could hear me talk to him. Which means if they can do it, so can I. I just have to figure it out first.

I smile, and their smug looks start to drop.

“Game on, boys.”

A fter another entire afternoon wasted in the labyrinth that is the library, I’m no closer to figuring out this mate connection between us.

Heading back to the house and straight to the shower, I strip and get in, hoping it will ease some of the frustrations rushing through me.

My mind is thankfully blank, which can only mean Knox is asleep.

I take my time showering, thinking about how I can learn how to block them out, especially Malakai, when my vision blurs and shifts.

No longer am I in a plain white shower but a gray and black one.

I glance down and gasp when I spot a six… no eight pack. Muscles upon muscles, tight, corded and fucking lickable.

Large hands run up and down, lathering soap over every inch.

My core clenches, and it takes a minute for me to snap out of my shock—and lust—to realize I’m seeing through Malakai’s eyes.

I’ve been practicing for two days now with no luck, but apparently all I needed to do was clear my mind and focus on him.

I glance down at my body and my vision flickers from my wet breasts and stomach to his.

He freezes and groans, low and throaty. “Fuck…” he breathes and then slides his hands down his body to his…

I squeeze my eyes shut, after seeing something I probably shouldn’t have and try to think of one of the others.

But it doesn’t work. Even with my eyes closed, I still see what he does.

He slowly slides his hand down to his hard cock and groans. “Sena…” he rasps, and I freeze.

He can’t be thinking of me. But… he supposedly can only get it up for me now.

I push it to the back of my mind as he pumps his hand along his thick, hard cock, finding it hard to look away.

A drop of pre-cum beads at his tip, and my core clenches making me gasp.

He stills, tightening his grip on his cock. “Sena?”

Shit. I immediately try to pull back; to block him out, but his chuckle makes me pause.

“You can see what I can see, can’t you?” he says out loud. Unlike Knox who I can talk to in my mind, it seems I can see and hear everything Malakai does.

He places a hand on the wall and shifts so I can see every inch of him, his eyes directly on his hand and cock.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks. “Do you like watching me?”

He grunts as he starts moving, sliding his hand up and down his thick length.

“Do you see how fucking hard I am?” he says with a dangerous tilt to his tone, as if he’s a little angry about it.

I bite back a moan as he pumps himself harder and faster, grinding his hips into his hand.

“Does it get you wet looking at something you’ll never have?” he asks with a smug tilt to his voice, and his words quickly snap me out of my little daze.

Instead of pulling back from the connection, I try to keep it open while focusing on my own body, glancing down at it to make sure he gets a good view. I gather some soap in my hand before lathering it across my breasts, slowly taking my time to get every inch.

He makes a strangled noise, and I know he’s seeing what I am now.

A deep groan sounds out around me. “ Where the fuck have you been hiding that body?!” he pants, his voice hoarse.

I chuckle and ignore him while trying to hold the connection, showing him exactly what he will never have.

I exaggerate each movement, slowing my hands around the curve of my breasts and down my stomach.

“Fuck, those tits are a thing of beauty,” he purrs, and I pause at the compliment. But then realize it’s because he’s speaking with his dick and forgetting how much he really hates me.

“You’re fucking stunning. Every damn inch of you.” The compliment throws me again, but he quickly brings me back to reality a moment later.

“Slide a hand down further,” he growls as he continues to pump himself. “Show me how wet you are for me.”

“For you?” I say out loud, and he laughs, it’s husky and way too cocky for my liking.

“We both know if I were there, I’d have you bent over, begging for everything I gave you.”

The image alone makes me shudder, and he chuckles. “Now be a good girl and show me what belongs to me.”

I could get angry. Try to cut off the connection here and now. If I connected to him by clearing my mind and focusing on him. Technically all I need to do is the reverse. But what would be the fun in that?

I leave the connection open and smile, biting my lip while sliding my hands up my body.

“Sena…” he warns, clenching his jaw.

I ignore him and slide my hands slowly across my stomach and breasts, moving lower and lower before dragging my hands back up and starting over again and again. I make sure to gasp and moan, putting on a little show for him.

His breaths are ragged by the time I’m finished my little warm-up.

“What will do you if I give you what you want?” I ask him while making a show of squeezing my breasts.

“ Whatever you want,” he growls out, practically panting.

Biting back a smile, I sink to my knees and spread my legs wide, arching my back.

“ Whatever I want? ” I ask.

He glances down at his thick, hard erection and squeezes.

“Yes…” he grits out, making a smile spread across my face.

I slide my hands down the tops of my thighs, painfully slowly. Before curving them toward my center and sliding them back and forth. I almost feel his heady look and his hungry dark stare.

“I want…” I make sure he sees exactly what I’m doing, while teasing him with what he wants and will never have.

“…you to fuck off.” I quickly cut out the connection between us, filling my mind with every thought and worry while thinking of everyone but him.

My vision quickly returns to the white shower as a loud bang echoes from somewhere in the house.

It’s followed by a slew of curses and hard thumps.

Feeling damn happy with myself, I get up from my position in the shower while chuckling to myself.

Fuck him and his little demands. Unlike him, I don’t need any of them to get myself off…

I slide a hand down my body and try not to think about him and his dirty mouth. Or the fact that I come not two minutes later to the sound of him telling me I’m a good girl.