Raven’s POV
Being sandwiched between two Kings during a slow dance was an experience I never thought I’d have. I could feel the heat radiating off both of them. Behind me, I could feel the unmistakable bulge of Valen’s hardness pressing against my back, but to my surprise, he wasn't trying to rub lewdly against me. He was just... dancing.
He followed Darian’s lead, swaying his hips in time with mine. I actually admired his self-control. I suppose after spending years trying to stop his wolf from going crazy, his iron-clad control over his own body was a given.
Darian was just as intense. He didn't look away once, his amber eyes locked onto mine as we moved. It felt like I was the only person in the world to them, and despite the weirdness of it, it was a great experience. For a moment,
