Lilith's POV
Daegan's scorching heat seeps through my skin, his pounding heartbeat syncing with my frantic pulse.
Kieran doesn't stop for a second despite Daegan's presence—no, if anything, his muscles tense harder, his c**k swelling even thicker inside me.
His kisses turn feral, devouring me until my spit dribbles down my chin, leaving wet trails across my chest.
Daegan's rough fingers roam my breasts, pinching and teasing, while his other hand grips my waist, like he's trying to fuse me into his body.
Caught between them, I'm burning up, trapped in the clash of their flames.
Their pheromones—Kieran's sharp mint, Daegan's tangy lemon—collide in the cramped room, blending with my own scent, marking me as their contested territory.
It's like that wild night at the resort all over ag
