Lorien’s POV
“Auren and I are still in bed right now. Is this an emergency?”
My voice came out soft and breathless as he pressed his hips forward, forcing mine back.
Lysandra didn’t respond immediately, and the silence on her end tempted me to hang up. Still, a spiteful part of me lingered, savoring the rare satisfaction of having the upper hand for once.
It was petty cruel even but I didn’t care.
Lysandra could glare, threaten, and spit her venom at me back at the pack house, but she wasn’t here now. Here, I held all the power, and she knew it.
“Ask her what she wants,” Auren ordered, thrusting up again. My balance wavered, and I had to brace a hand against his chest to stop myself from collapsing into the headboard.
“What do you want?” I snapped, wanting this conversation over. I
