Dawn’s light filtered through the vault’s narrow vents, casting golden slivers across the tangled rugs and pillows where Jackson and Lilith lay entwined, bodies slick with sweat, the air heavy with the scent of moonflower and their mingled arousal. The heat spell had burned through the night, Mia’s prank leaving them spent but the bond humming with renewed fire. Lilith’s skin flushed crimson, Lirien purring contentedly in her mind, as Jackson’s lips trailed her neck. “We should… stop,” she murmured, but her hands pulled him closer.
“One more,” he growled, Blaze’s hunger echoing his own. He rolled her beneath him, their bodies aligning with practiced ease. This round was slow, teasing—Their lips met softly, a tender contrast to the night’s storm. His mouth on her breasts, tongue circling n
