The air in the room was thick, smelling of salt and the heavy, expensive musk of two men who had forgotten their names, their titles, and their pride.
I kept them frozen. My thighs were clamped tight, trapping Julian's fingers and pinning Caelum's cock in a vice-like grip. They were both trembling, their muscles twitching with the effort of obeying my command. It was a beautiful sight—the future of the Valerius line, paralyzed by a girl in a stolen shirt.
This house is practically doomed now, haha.
"Look at each other," I commanded, my voice a low, melodic thrum. "Go on. Acknowledge your rival. Acknowledge that you're both breathing the same air, wanting the same skin. Don't look at me. Look at him."
Their eyes met over my shoulder. It was a collision of ice and fire. Caelum's grey eyes were dark with a possessive fury he couldn't hide, and Julian's golden gaze was jagged with a jealousy that made his nostrils flare.
