Marcus's fingers traced the curve of her spine, deliberate and slow. He leaned close, his voice a low murmur against her ear.
"That emptiness... it's ours to fill."
His thumb pressed against the base of her spine, a grounding counterpoint to the cold weight nestled inside her pelvis. Kai shifted behind her, his palm spreading warm against her lower back, radiating heat that battled the obsidian's chill. Callum's fingers slid lower, tracing the slick seam where her thigh met hip, his touch possessive and assessing.
The egg pulsed cold against her cervix, a stark reminder of absence.
Samantha gasped as Kai's lips found the hollow behind her ear, his tongue tracing the shell before his teeth closed gently on the lobe.
The sharp warmth contrasted violently with the deep, spreading cold inside her. Callum's fingers dipped lower, circling her with feather-light pressure—just enough sensation to make her hips jerk involuntarily, shifting the egg deeper.
