The air in the bedroom was so thick and hot it felt like a physical weight. After weeks of running, fighting, and pushing them away, I was finally the one who had opened the door. The brothers didn't waste another second. They moved like a single shadow, surrounding me on the massive bed until I couldn't see anything but their glowing eyes and the moonlight hitting their skin.
Alaric moved over me first. He didn't say a word, but his expression was more intense than I had ever seen it. He gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head, holding them easily with one hand. With his other hand, he guided himself to my lips. I opened for him instantly. He was large and hot, and as he pushed inside, my eyes rolled back into my head. I couldn't speak even if I wanted to. I could only make small
