The morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of Flora's chamber, casting golden streaks across the tangled crimson sheets. The air was thick with the lingering scent of sweat, sex, and jasmine oil—evidence of the hours Aiden had spent claiming them until their voices were hoarse and their bodies marked with his possession.
Flora and Luna lay curled against him, naked and glistening, their identical golden eyes half-lidded with sated exhaustion. Flora's golden hair spilled over his chest like sunlight; Luna's fiery red strands tangled with her sister's, a living flame against pale skin. Both still trembled with occasional aftershocks, thighs sticky with his release, breasts rising and falling in slow, synchronized breaths.
Aiden's fingers traced lazy patterns along their spines—possessive, but gentle in the aftermath. He could feel the faint pulse of the new Covenant bond humming beneath their skin, a silent chain linking them to him forever.
