Elora didn’t sleep that night. Or, more accurately, she couldn’t sleep. Not after being sandwiched between two devastatingly attractive vampires under a blanket fort made of velvet, fireglow, and very complicated feelings.
Her heart seemed to still be racing, not just from desire and the intimate moments she shared, but also from a deeper, unfolding awareness. Despite the comfort and belonging she found in their arms – there was a feeling she internally battled with. The sheer depth and newness of the intimacy was overwhelming.
Elora was still processing the tenderness, the trust, and the unique connection she shared with two ancient beings. Beyond that, the threads of her own magic, which she was still trying to understand, were tightening, pulling her toward something far grander than
