The four of them shifted naturally into orbit around one another, their bond pulling tight, magnetic. The wine left a trace of warmth on Samantha's lips, but it was nothing compared to the heat gathering under her skin.
Marcus reached for her first. His fingers, elegant and sure, brushed over her cheek before he tilted her chin upward. The kiss he gave her was deep but controlled, the kind of kiss that reminded her he always led with precision before passion. Samantha leaned into it, tasting the echo of wine on his mouth, her pulse quickening.
Kai let out an exaggerated groan. "Really? You're starting with the brooding aristocrat thing already? You know it's unfair when you go first."
Marcus broke the kiss deliberately slowly, his lips curving. "Patience, wolf. You'll get your turn."
Kai flashed his grin and prowled closer, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. "Good. Because I'm not planning to be patient tonight."
