Rhys's POV
I could barely hear the thrum of the bass anymore.
Not with Rafael’s hand on her thigh, and her breath catching in that way that made every nerve in my body light up like a live wire.
She looked lost in his touch.
"Rafe," she moaned, as he brushed his hand higher.
Her lips were parted, her eyes half-lidded, caught between anticipation and pleasure. Goddess, she thrived under attention. I should’ve been jealous—hell, I was—but watching her unravel like this? Knowing she was ours, and she wanted to be used by both of us?
It was its own kind of high.
Rafael leaned in, his breath brushing her ear. “You’re doing so well, Fireheart,” he murmured, voice smooth and twice as dangerous. “Think they’re watching?”
She gave a breathy laugh, turning to look at his eyes, her eyes glaze
