Julian's mouth slammed against mine, a bruised, frantic kiss that tasted of iron and control. This… was a conquest.
I felt Maegel's hands slide down to my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he tried to yank me back toward his side of the bed, while Caelum's grip on my leg turned into an iron vice.
The room was a symphony of heavy breathing, the rustle of silk, and the occasional low snarl. They were no longer just exploring; they were fighting over me with their bodies. Every touch from one was met with a harder, deeper touch from another. If Julian kissed my shoulder, Maegel licked the spot clean and replaced it with a bite. If Caelum found a sensitive nerve, the other two converged on it like wolves on a scent.
I felt like I was being pulled apart in the most delicious way possible.
