The room was warm with the heat of our bodies, the scent of them so thick in the air it was like breathing them in with every breath.
My skin still tingled from Kael’s deep, slow claiming, my thighs trembling from the strength it had taken to keep up with his pace.
I should have been spent, but the bond was still burning, restless, pushing at me as if it knew what was coming next.
Riven leaned against the edge of the table, his eyes fixed on me with a hunger that had only sharpened. Kael stood close behind, his chest pressing lightly to my back, his hands at my waist.
The silence between them wasn’t tense this time. It was purposeful, heavy with the knowledge that I belonged to both of them now.
“Her body is ready for us both,” Riven said, his voice low, his gaze never leaving mine.
