Callie’s POV
When Raiden got back, the heavy, intoxicating heat of the four men surrounded me, completely melting away the icy adrenaline that had carried me through my confrontation with Harper.
My heart was still racing, but the rhythm had changed. It was no longer a frantic, defensive beat. It was a heavy, languid thud of pure, unadulterated anticipation.
Ace’s hands were warm on my hips, his dark eyes sparkling with a wicked promise. Nate’s fingers were still gently tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck, grounding me, while Greyson and Raiden flanked me like twin pillars of absolute, possessive devotion.
“Upstairs,” Greyson murmured, his voice a dark, velvet rasp that sent a spectacular shiver straight down my spine. The Ice King’s usually immaculate composure was entirely gon
