[Smut ahead.]
Liam lay panting against the sheets, boneless and overwhelmed, his thoughts still scattered beneath the lingering force of the bond.
He felt Arik shift, the weight on him changing as he slowly pulled out. The sensation was overwhelming; cool air rushed in, and he felt slickness drip from his body onto the sheets below.
A soft sound of confusion escaped Liam's lips. He forced his heavy eyelids open and blinked to clear his vision.
Arik had risen up on his knees, still between Liam's spread legs. The morning light caught the sweat on his chest, highlighting the powerful lines of his new build. His expression was dark, and his molten-gold eyes were fixed on Liam with a frightening intensity.
Then Liam's gaze drifted downward.
