They kiss.
It’s slow at first. Exploratory. Two men who have circled each other for years finally colliding.
Kieran’s hand comes up to cup Darian’s jaw. Darian’s fingers tangle in Kieran’s dark hair. The kiss deepens. Darian makes a sound — surprised, hungry — and Kieran swallows it.
“Fuck,” Finn breathes beside me. “That’s… fuck.”
I can’t speak. I’m too busy watching.
The Light and the Dragon. Darian’s golden glow starting to leak from his skin, mixing with Kieran’s ancient fire. They’re beautiful together. Unexpected.Right.
Kieran pulls back first. His breathing is unsteady. For the first time in maybe ever, he looks shaken.
“Well,” he manages. “That was…”
“Yeah.” Darian grins. Cocky. Delighted. “Want to do it again?”
“Yes.”
They crash back together. Harder this time. Kieran’s control finally cracking. Darian’s confidence meeting it head-on.
Malrik’s hand finds the back of my neck. Squeezes.
“Enjoying the show, Nightshade?”
“You have no idea.”
“Oh, I have some idea.” His other hand slides between my thighs. Finds me soaking. “You’re drenched. Just from watching them.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Not even slightly.” He pushes two fingers inside me. I gasp. “Keep watching. This is just the beginning.”
Torric breaks first.
“Alright,” he growls. “I’ve been patient. I’m done.”
He crosses the room in three strides, pulls me off the couch, and throws me over his shoulder.
“Torric!”
“Bedroom. Now. All of you.”
“Was that an order?” Finn asks, amused.
“Yes.”
“Hot.”
Torric carries me through the house while the others follow. I catch glimpses upside-down — Kieran and Darian still tangled together, Finn tugging Malrik by the hand, Aspen bringing up the rear with a small smirk.
The bedroom is massive. Has to be. The bed takes up most of the space — a custom creation of Aspen’s design, big enough for seven people to sprawl without anyone falling off.
We’ve tested it thoroughly.
Torric dumps me on the mattress. Crawls over me. His golden eyes are blazing.
“My turn,” he says.
