KATHERINE POV
I don’t even know how many times we had s*x in the hot springs. I lost count after the fourth. Maybe five. Maybe more. We stopped only to drink water and nibble on fruit, then started all over again, because apparently my pregnancy hormones had made me into some insatiable nymph. Or at least that was the excuse I told myself.
The truth was sharper, deeper, undeniable.
It wasn’t just me. It was them. My four hot alphas—my impossible, sinfully gorgeous, maddening mates. A single look from one of them could send my pulse racing.
A hand brushing my thigh could make me flood between my legs. Four pairs of turquoise eyes, all locked on me, never letting me breathe without reminding me I belonged to them.
Not angelic, not holy.
Sinful. That was the word.
By the time we dragg
