Celeste
I woke to Alec’s laughter as he tossed another blanket over my bare shoulders. I opened my eyes to see both men already dressed. Darien was staring at me with dark, heated eyes.
“Better get dressed, Wren,” Alec said cheerfully. “I don’t think he can take much more.”
They stepped outside so I could change. I pulled on my dried clothes and was lacing my boots when Darien’s voice came from the tent flap, low enough to send a shiver down my spine. “Are you dressed?”
“Yes.”
He walked in and straight to me. He pulled me up roughly against him and his mouth crashed down onto mine. There was nothing gentle about this one. His tongue pushed past my lips and swept against mine with a hunger that made my knees go soft. His hand gripped the back of my head, holding me captive, and the kis
