The sensation was overwhelming.
She was hyperaware of where his hand was. Hyperaware of how far up her thigh it had traveled. Hyperaware that there was nothing between his skin and hers except the thin fabric of her dress.
"Was this where he touched you?" he asked, his voice remaining calm even as his fingers trailed between up legs.
The question was intimate. Possessive. It demanded an answer but also demanded that she acknowledge what was happening. That she name where Kieran had touched her. That she accept Sebastian’s right to confirm it.
Lilith couldn’t answer.
Her body was responding faster than her mind could process. Heat pooled between her legs. Wetness gathered where his fingers were trailing. Her breasts felt heavy. Her nipples pressed painfully against her gown.
"Was this where he touched you, Lilith?" he asked again, his voice dropping even lower.
It was barely above a whisper now. But it carried so much weight. So much intention. So much hunger.
She shook her head shakenly.
It was the only answer she could manage.
Sebastian’s hand moved then, his palm rubbing the spot with slow, deliberate circles. The pressure was building something inside her that she didn’t understand. Something that made her thighs clench. Something that made her want to press closer to his hand.
"Where else did he touch you, Lilith?" he asked.
His fingers moved upward.
Slowly. Deliberately.
She was already breathing hard now. Her cheeks were flushed, color blooming across her skin like she was on fire. Her entire body was responding to him in ways she couldn’t control and couldn’t deny.
Inside Sebastian’s chest, Rhen clawed for release.
The wolf wanted out. Wanted to claim their mate completely. Wanted to mark her, scent her, bind her to them irreversibly. Her smell alone was driving both of them nearly insane. She smelled like honey and lavender and pure arousal. It was intoxicating. It was maddening. It was everything the wolf had been starving for since the moment they’d recognized her as theirs.
Sebastian’s hand reached her vagina.
He didn’t even know when it happened. One moment his fingers were trailing along her inner thighs. The next moment his hand was there. And he discovered something that made his breath catch completely.
She wasn’t wearing underwear.
His hand stayed in that position for a long moment. Frozen. Processing.
He took a deep breath. Then another.
Closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, the gold was showing completely. Rhen was visible in his gaze. Raw need and possession flickered across his features like wildfire. The wolf was surfacing, barely contained by human will and the presence of the mindlink connection to his brothers.
"And why aren’t you wearing underwear, Lilith?" he asked.
His voice was barely controlled now. Each word was weighted with tension. With need. With hunger that was becoming harder and harder to contain.
Lilith panicked immediately.

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