Before I could question him further, the door swung open, revealing a half-naked Riordan lounging in the entryway. The sweat coating his body gleamed in the dim light, highlighting every cut and dip of his muscular frame.
My mouth felt dry, and I couldn’t force myself to look away. A slow, sexy smile spread across his lips, as if he knew exactly what effect his bare chest was having on me.
Ryker stiffened beside me, and a low growl rumbled up his throat in warning.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite type of trouble,” Riordan said, ignoring Ryker as he winked at me.
“Put on a fucking shirt,” Ryker snarled. His brother threw his head back, filling the space with his laughter.
My gaze darted to his loose sleeping pants that did little to hide the rest of his physique, and I quickly averted my eyes. But when they landed on the naked man occupying his bed, my breath got caught in my throat, making me splutter.
“Callum?”
“Fuck.”
My brother reached for the sheets, dragging them up his body until every inch of him was covered, save for his head.
“What’s going on?”
I glanced between Callum and Riordan. The former looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole, while the latter couldn’t keep the triumphant grin off his face.
“You want to tell them, Killer?”
Callum groaned, running a hand through his hair.
“No?” Riordan smirked. Turning to me, he said, “Your brother is an ass man now.”
“That’s my sister,” Callum protested.
At the same time, Ryker said, “No one needed that visual, Riordan.” Lowering his voice, he added, “You’re the Unseelie Prince, and you let that fucker top you?”
“Don’t be so close-minded, Brother.” He patted Ryker’s cheek, who looked as though he wanted to murder Callum.
“The sweetest rewards usually lie just beyond the edge of comfort.” Riordan wiggled his brows at his brother, who rolled his eyes before storming into the room.
“Sure, all right, let’s ignore the fact that I’m naked. Come right in,” Callum muttered.
“Don’t worry, Killer, I’ll protect your modesty.” The twinkle in Riordan’s eyes told me he was enjoying every second of Callum’s discomfort.
“A piece of advice, Callum,” Ryker said, claiming everyone’s attention. “Never ask my brother to suck your cock. He has a penchant for choking.”
The entire room fell silent as we all stared at Ryker.
“What?” he said, feigning innocence. “It’s true.”
“Your timing, as always, is impeccable.” Riordan scowled. “I was going for irresistible, hoping for a repeat performance, and then you had to open your mouth and ruin it.”
Ryker smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Fuck you,” his brother grumbled the second he came to the same realization.
My focus shifted to Callum, scanning what little I could see of him for signs of injury. He’d been close to death not long ago, but he already looked better.
“Is this a good idea?” I asked, gesturing between him and Riordan. “How are you feeling? Do you need me to check your wound?”
“Gods, Cadence. We are not doing this right now.”
“You were bleeding out on the floor mere hours ago, or have you forgotten?”
