Keya's POV:
"If you want us both, you WILL have us both," Rafael said, his voice low and steady, like stone grinding against stone.
My breath caught in my throat. Here he was... giving me what exactly I wanted, and I had nothing to say.
My heart thundered against my ribs, fast and loud. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or thrill or some dangerous cocktail of both. Behind me, I could feel Rhys. The weight of him. The heat of his body. The tension simmering beneath his skin. I didn’t need to turn around to know he was glaring at his brother.
I didn’t turn.
I couldn’t.
My stomach twisted. Goddess. I wanted to feel them both. I wanted to know how it would be to have them kissing me, have them branding me with their scents, their touches.
There was silence. A thick, heavy kind that buzzed in
