"Mmm... *ah!*"
Mira’s back was pressed hard against the cold glass of the conference room window, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and white behind her. Alaric’s hands were locked around her wrists, pinning them above her head. He wasn't gentle; his grip was a claim, a physical manifestation of the control he craved.
"Do you like being pinned, Mira?" Alaric growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Do you like knowing you can't move unless I allow it?"
"Yes... *oh god*, yes," Mira gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
"Hmph," Soren’s voice came from behind her, a low vibration that sent shivers down her spine. He was pressed against her backside, his hands sliding up her thighs, bunching up her skirt. "He's so focused on the restraint. He forgets
