The deep, synchronized rhythm of their breathing eventually lulled me into complete exhaustion. Sandwiched between Ryder’s scorching heat at my back and Dante’s firm, unyielding presence in front of me, the bone-deep fatigue of the dual-marking finally claimed me, dragging my mind down into a heavy, dreamless sleep.
Above my head, the gentle cadence of my breathing signalled to both brothers that I was out cold.
Dante didn't move an inch, keeping one arm locked securely around my waist while his fingers lazily stroked through my hair. His icy eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened as he stared down at the dark, raw bite mark fresh on his shoulder—the proof of my claim over him.
"She marked me back," Dante whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet cabin room.
Ryder shifted
