I should’ve turned away. I should’ve given them privacy. But something about the way Selene arched beneath us—her body trembling, burning, desperate—had rooted me to the spot like a man caught between worship and sin.
Loki’s touch still lingered on her skin. Her mouth, now glistening from Lycaon’s bold command, was parted as though too breathless to speak. Her cheeks were flushed—goddess, she was flushed like a maiden kissed by fire, and it wrecked something in me to see her like this. Fragile. Bare. Trusting.
But Lycaon… my brother, always the dominant one. He knew what she needed. And for once, I didn’t feel the urge to compete with him.
I felt the need to witness it.
He was already undoing the rest of his shirt, his muscled chest rising with every slow breath, but his eyes were lock
