The walk from the “restaurant” back to Archon and Eoin’s pod was the longest Cael had ever experienced and also the shortest. Nearly every step, one of them stole a kiss. They were light, and they were not. Even though they were only light brushes of their lips over hers, each one was laden with enough sensual promise that her heart skipped a beat.
“Thank god, finally...” Archon groaned as they reached the pod.
She giggled, not sure which of them ushered her through the door and into the darkened interior, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t make it more than two steps inside the door before she was turned and hauled up against a large, heavily muscled body.
“I’ve wanted this... you...for so long.” Archon looked down at her with heat in his eyes. The expression on his face almost made her
