Before I could answer, Oren’s shadows curled around my ankles like a dark caress, and then his hand wrapped gently around the back of my neck. He tilted my head, forcing Nathan to break the kiss for a heartbeat.
Oren’s aqua eyes held mine—fierce, possessive, melting.
“You come back to us shaking and smelling like another man,” he growled softly. “We’re not letting you slip away again.”
His thumb stroked my pulse, and the touch is so intimate it makes my knees buckle.
Zeke caught me from behind, strong arms banded around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. His breath hit the side of my neck—cold, hungry, Draxon-dark.
“You’re ours, little queen,” he whispered. “Don’t forget that.”
Zane joined him, warm where his brother is cold. His fingers brushed my hip, then slid around to cradle my stomach. Their matching energy traps me between them—heat and ice, danger and devotion.
Nathan growled softly and dragged me back toward him, lifting my chin with two fingers before crashing his mouth into mine again. This kiss is different—deeper, reckless, full of tongue and teeth and desperation.
Jet’s hand slid up my spine, fingers splaying between my shoulder blades. “Breathe, Reverie,” he whispered against my jaw, placing a slow kiss there. “We’ve got you.”
Oren’s lips brushed my temple, soft yet trembling as if he’s barely holding himself together. “Don’t run,” he whispered. “Don’teverrun… because you won’t like what that brings out in us if you do.”
Zeke pressed a kiss to the base of my neck. “Or maybe she will.” He’s careful, reverent even, but I can feel his need to bite down.
Zane’s mouth found my shoulder, warm and hungry, his breath sent a pulse of heat across my skin. Even as Nathan’s kiss grew rougher, stealing my breath, my thoughts, my balance. His tongue tangled with mine, sharp and consuming.
All of them.
Touching.
Grounding.
Claiming.
Surrounding.
Hands on my waist.
Fingers tracing my hips.
Lips brushed my jaw, my neck, my breasts. Bodies pressed close, heat and magic vibrating in the air.
Their breaths mixed with mine.
Their abilities hummed against my skin.
Their presence became a physical force—tightening around me until I’m drowning in them.
Nathan broke the kiss with a soft scrape of teeth against my lower lip, leaving me dazed, trembling, breathless.
He rested his forehead against mine.
“Are you ready for us?” He whispered, voice wrecked with hunger.
I can only nod as he gently lays me on the bedrolls someone has pushed together.
Jet reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off one-handed. Damn! That man is sexy as fuck. His abs have abs.
“I love it when you look at me like that.” He growled out. “Like you’ll die if you don’t touch me.”
I hear clothes falling around the room, and I know things are about to get serious. I have a brief moment of doubt, wonderingif I can handle all of these men, before I get distracted by Orens' shadows, which have snuck into my pants and underneath my panties.
