The grand bedroom was cloaked in darkness save for the faint blue glow slipping through the tall arched windows. Moonlight painted long, blue stripes across the massive bed where bodies lay tangled in silk sheets and pretended—poorly—to sleep.
Aiden's rule was simple and absolute.
He took one wife at a time.
Anyone who broke formation, who reached for him out of turn, who begged too loudly or tried to steal his attention before her night arrived… was skipped. No exceptions. No negotiations. The threat alone kept even the most insatiable among them trembling in delicious anticipation.
Currently it was Luna's turn.
The wolf-girl lay sprawled beneath him on her back, black tail thrashing weakly against the mattress, ears pinned flat in helpless submission. Her nightgown had long since been torn away; the shredded scraps lay forgotten near the pillows. Aiden pinned her wrists above her head with one large hand.
His mouth devoured hers.
