Chapter 4
The first thing I noticed was the heat. A thick, suffocating warmth pressed against my back, the slow rise and fall of Orion's chest syncing with the lazy thrum of his heartbeat. His arm was a heavy, possessive weight draped over Elara's waist, fingers curled just beneath the swell of her breast, as if even in sleep, he couldn't resist claiming her.
The smell was musky and sweet, filling the room, tangled with the strong scent of s*x; it clung to the sheets, the air, everything.
I shouldn't have been at that party.
A growl vibrated low in my chest, more frustration than threat. I moved a tiny inch, careful not to jolt the bed, and slid out from beneath Orion's arm, my bare skin peeling away from his with a quiet schlick of sweat and friction.
The floor was cold beneath m
