Garcia' POV
Tonight, I can't bear the thought of staying downstairs with my family any longer. It's not that I don't cherish our time together, but right now my body craves something only my mates can provide.
I grasp Collin's fingers firmly and tug him toward our bedroom suite. Atticus trails close behind while my relatives chuckle at our obvious eagerness. The moment the door clicks shut, I frame Collin's face with my palms and press my mouth to his before spinning toward Atticus.
A grin spreads across my lips as we move closer. He bends down to claim my mouth with his own. I part my lips without hesitation, welcoming him deeper. His tongue slides against mine and I release a soft sound of pleasure. Every inch of my skin presses against his solid frame.
