I lose track of my thoughts. All words erased.
Kane’s hair is slightly ruffled, but it’s his eyes that undo me—they always do. So much softer than usual, silver glinting through the darkness like broken constellations reflecting on the night sea.
I swallow, finally whispering out, “Sounds ominous.”
He huffs, a quiet sound edging onto a laugh, which is always a feat to gain from Kane.
Then his hands grip my waist, pulling me up until I’m straddling him. My hands drop to his chest and he leans in, lips brushing mine as my fingers curl into his shirt.
I’m still naked, but I don’t care, especially not when he’s touching me.
“You’ll want to see this,” he murmurs, kissing me once before leaning back.
There’s soft fabric pulled over me, and when I open my eyes, I’m met by a shirtless Kane.
I freeze for a moment, then I’m running greedy hands over his firm chest, his dark lines, into his hair, tugging the strands to bring him closer.
I hold him there, inches from my lips, just to see how long he’ll wait—there’s a warning rumble in his chest.
I smile, kissing him slowly, and he groans into my mouth, melting into me. His hands slip into my hair, tilting my head back so his tongue can sweep in.
“They’re waiting for us,” he murmurs between the brushes of our mouths, but doesn’t make any effort to stop.
Until someone clears their throat, and I still.
“Brother,” Ezekial sighs, but there’s no real disappointment, and Kane ignores him. If anything, he kisses me harder.
I do try to pull back, but give up just as quickly.
“Such a distraction.” Ezekial tuts, but laughter rumbles his words as his footsteps move closer.
I try to turn, but Kane has full control of me—fingers threaded in my hair, tugging me back, reclaiming my mouth with a soft growl.
Warm lips brush along my throat, followed by fingers slipping under Kane’s shirt. I whimper at the two of them together and both men groan.
Kane rests his forehead against mine, lips just touching as his brother continues to place soft kisses down my neck, along my shoulder.
Then I feel them. All of them.
Harder and clearer than ever before.
“You feel them,” Kane murmurs, pressing his palm to my chest, over my pendant.
I nod, somehow knowing they can feel it too.
“Kane was supposed to bring you to us when you woke,” Ezekial explains in a whisper, placing a gentle kiss on my jaw. “But I forget how good your manipulation skills are.”
I finally turn to him, and his silver gaze knocks my breathing off kilter. So soft, yet bright, his hair slightly ruffled like Kane’s. Glasses now askew.
“I apologise, my lord,” I rasp, breathless—not only from Ezekial, but from Kane’s lips now replacing his brothers, brushing along my throat.
The silver of his gaze darkens instantly, eyes flicking to my lips.
“How?” he says, voice darker, gruffer. “How will you apologise?”
Kane’s soft chuckle against my throat does nothing to help my brain as it tries to create a response.
Ezekial is already leaning in, brushing his lips over mine as Kane’s fingers dig into my waist.
