Lila lay there in the dim light of the room, her body a live wire of exhaustion and unquenched fire. Darius's knot had finally eased after what felt like hours, his c*m still leaking from her swollen p***y, mixing with the slick that never seemed to stop. She was spent, muscles aching from the rough claiming, her neck throbbing from the fresh bites on both sides. But the heat clawed at her insides, relentless, demanding more. Her skin prickled with sensitivity, every breath a reminder that she wasn't done, not by a long shot. Kade had slunk to the corner, nursing his own spent energy, and Darius hovered nearby, his possessive gaze never leaving her. Yet neither could satisfy the pull now shifting toward the figure who'd been lurking in the shadows all along.
Ronan. He'd watched everything
