Lena never would have imagined that happiness could settle into her life so quietly, so fully, so completely. Yet here she was held between two men who made her feel seen in ways she hadn’t known were possible.
Silas stretched beside her, his breath warm at her ear. “I want you again,” he murmured, voice a low rasp that sent sparks racing across her skin.
She shivered and rolled toward him, her pulse fluttering. “Again?”
His grin was slow and wicked, the gold of his eyes bright with hunger. “Beautiful, I always want you.”
Before she could respond, Damian’s hand swept across her lower back. He shifted behind her, lips brushing her shoulder. “And it’s my turn,” he said, voice deeper than usual. “I’m not letting Silas claim all the time with you.”
Lena stiffened with a breathless laugh.
