Riven’s hands were still on my hips when Kael stepped forward.
His shadow fell over us, his eyes locking on mine with a heat that made my pulse skip. He didn’t ask. He didn’t need to.
“Move,” Kael said, and Riven’s smirk deepened as he pushed to his feet and stepped aside just enough for Kael to reach me.
I barely had time to breathe before Kael’s hands slid under my thighs, lifting me with effortless strength. My gasp was caught by his mouth, his kiss deep and claiming, his tongue sliding against mine as he turned and carried me farther into the room.
He didn’t hurry. Every step was slow, steady, and deliberate. His grip was firm as if to remind me that I wasn’t going anywhere.
My dress had slipped high on my hips from Riven’s earlier touch, the fabric pooling around my waist, leavi
