Kael laughed, his c**k throbbing against them both, his hunger finally snapping free.
His hand tightened on Carla’s chin, forcing her wide, startled eyes to hold his gaze. She trembled, her cheeks flushed crimson, her thighs pressing together as if trying to cage the heat between them. Lyra growled low, her nails dragging furrows down Kael’s chest, but he didn’t look at her. His gaze was locked on Carla.
"You started this," Kael said, his voice rough, like gravel dragged over steel. "Now you’ll take responsibility."
Carla swallowed hard, her lips parting, her breath trembling. "I-I don’t care. Just… do it. Please."
Lyra snarled, her golden eyes blazing. "You’re choosing her first?!"
Kael’s grin widened wickedly. "That’s right." He shoved Lyra back a step, his strength making her stumb
