AURORA'S POV:
The white the duvet cradles my skin like it had been made for this very moment. My skin made bare for them to drink in.
Soft, lush, and deep crimson, it soaks in every gasp, every shift of my bare thighs against the cool fabric. I am already trembling, caught between them.
Arc is behind me, his body pressed to mine like a second skin and Jon in front of me, shirtless, breathing hard, his eyes burning red.
Arc’s lips ghost along my neck, down to my collarbone. He hasn’t bitten yet, but the threat of it lingered. I can feel the sharpened tips of his fangs skimming my skin, just enough to make my pulse stutter.
Somehow, I'm actually craving to feel the way I felt when his fangs sucked my blood the first time. I almost want to beg him...
“You smell like need,” Arc whispers
