The air thick with the quiet calm that followed their shared moment with their mates—a mix of warmth, closeness, and the steady rhythm of hearts still racing as they caught their breath.
Rae lay against Trey’s chest, her fingers drawing lazy circles over his skin while he traced a line along her shoulder. Neither spoke for a while; words felt unnecessary. Across the hall, Remi rested against Will, her lips curved in a small, content smile. Del’s laugh—low and drowsy—broke the silence from the next room.
“I don’t know about you,” Elijah said, voice still rough from sleep, “but I’m not leaving this bed today.”
Del snorted softly, shifting to look up at him. “That sounds nice, but someone’s going to need to feed me if we’re staying here.”
Rae groaned in mock agreement from the other room.
