TENNA.
Rowan settled onto his back first, propping himself against the headboard with his legs stretched out.
He pulled his sweatpants off and tossed them somewhere behind him, and the sight of him hard and heavy against his stomach made my mouth water.
Torhana took his position at the foot of the bed, kneeling on the mattress. He stripped off his own pants with less ceremony, wrapping one hand loosely around himself while his silver eyes tracked my every move. The thick length of him was already glistening at the tip and my thighs pressed together at the sight.
Elliot stayed standing. He hadn't undressed yet. His ice-blue eyes were fixed on me with that calculating focus I knew so well, the one that said he was three steps ahead and already had every part of this mapped out.
I climb
