"Mmm, yes... right there," Kael moaned, his head thrown back as he lay sprawled across the giant outdoor lounge bed.
He was caught in a whirlwind of sensation. Eleanor was behind him, her breasts pressed against his back, her lips grazing his shoulder. Meanwhile, Julian was in front of him, his strong hands gripping Kael's thighs, pulling them wide.
*Slap!*
Julian's palm hit Kael's thigh, the sound sharp in the night air.
"Focus, Kael," Julian commanded. "Tell us who you belong to."
"You... both of you!" Kael gasped, his voice breaking. "I belong to you!"
"Not yet," Eleanor whispered, her hand sliding down to join Julian's. "You haven't earned that title. You're still just a clumsy gardener."
Julian leaned in, his mouth claiming Kael's in a hard, demanding kiss. It wasn't romantic
