Samantha stretched languidly, her limbs heavy with satisfaction, her skin still humming from the touch of her mates. She turned her head, her gaze drifting over the room—the velvet chaise rumpled, the suspension frame untouched but promising, the lanterns casting soft, golden light across the scene. Her mates lay around her, their presence a comforting anchor in the quiet aftermath.
Marcus traced idle patterns on her hipbone, his fingers cool against her flushed skin. "The room served its purpose," he murmured, his voice thick with contentment. "Though I suspect Kai's 'combusting' comment was more literal than intended.
Kai chuckled against her shoulder blade, his breath warm and damp. "You try staying composed when she makes that little gasp." He nipped the tender skin where neck met shoulder, drawing a shiver Samantha couldn't suppress. "Especially when Callum's watching with those violet eyes like he's mapping every tremor."
