My body heated beyond comfort. The only relief I felt was from Nero's touch. I whimpered and crawled towards him, unashamedly climbing on his lap so I could leech off his body's coolness.
I knew Nero didn't technically feel cold, but I was too hot that everything else felt a few degrees lower to touch. Nero growled and gripped my nape, running his nose up to the column of my neck so he could nuzzle my hair. Grinding my hips, we both groaned at the friction.
"You're killing me, Ezia," Nero whispered, his voice low and husky.
"No. You can't die yet until I have your knot," I mewled.
Deck chuckled in the background. "She's so needy."
I small growl escaped my lips, and I glared at Deck, beckoning him with my eyes to come closer. "You. I need you, too. Come here."
Deck stepped closer, but
