I woke up with a slow, aching stretch, every muscle in my body alive with the reminder of last night. Their touch still ghosted over my skin, hot and consuming, binding me in ways that felt too good and too wrong at the same time. The room was quiet now, but the scent of them lingered—woodsy, musky, and heady, intoxicating me all over again.
I shifted slightly, and the soreness in my limbs made me bite back a moan. The ache in my body was a wicked reminder of how thoroughly they had taken me, one after the other, like I belonged to them. Because I did. And yet... I didn’t. Not anymore.
Blaze had been the last to collapse beside me, his arm thrown possessively over my waist, his skin warm and sticky with the remnants of our night together. Luther had wrapped himself around me from behind,
