LYRA
“Lucien,” I moaned, my hands gripping the bookshelf.
The party had just ended and Rowan was still nowhere to be found. Lucien and Cassien had whisked me away to what they called their personal hideout spot. The ancient library. One of those buildings that survived the war.
More like Lucien convinced me and we both whisked Cassien away. He was too upright for my liking.
I stood caged between my two mates, without knowing where to place my hands before finally giving up and gripping Lucien's shoulder.
He pulled my shirt over my head before tossing it away. The sweet scent of the mate bond and my two mates coupled mixed with the archaic smell of the books intoxicated me.
Hot lips that clearly belonged to Lucien enveloped my n*****s. Wet soft lips wrapped around the other one.
