Ariah pov
I wake from the most blissful slumber, stretching my arms and legs, trying not to wake the three men surrounding me. I still can't believe I let them all mate with me, but something inside was urging me, knowing that Inka had said how important it was to mark each other.
Looking around, I can't help but feel content with these three black haired, green eyed gods. Never in my life would I have imagined being mated to such a handsome man, let alone three.
Deakins' long hair, which is usually tied up in a bun, falls loosely across his face, and I reach out gently, brushing the strands away so I can admire his peaceful expression His eyes open groggily as I sweep the last strand out of his face, a lazy smile now looking back at me.
" Morning little one, sleep well?" gravel in
