Aiden lingered above Luna for a long, tender moment.
His lips brushed her sweat-damp forehead—soft, reverent. Luna's breathing had already evened out into the slow, satisfied rhythm of deep sleep.
Her black tail curled loosely around his thigh one last time before going limp, her clawed fingers relaxing against his chest. A small, contented smile curved her lips even in unconsciousness.
He pressed one final kiss between her ears.
"Good girl," he murmured, voice barely audible.
Then he lifted himself carefully—sliding free of her still-twitching warmth with a low, wet sound that made Luna sigh in her sleep—and turned.
Selvara was already watching him.
She hadn't moved from her spot near the center of the bed—arms crossed tightly beneath her heavy breasts, white hair fanned across the pillow like spilled moonlight, curved black horns gleaming faintly in the blue glow. Her eyes burned with that familiar mix of defiance and hunger.
