"Nova's asleep," Samantha said slowly, her resolve already crumbling under the weight of three very determined gazes.
"Margaret and Sage are reinforcing the outer wards," Callum confirmed, his voice carrying that edge of dragon possession that made her breath catch. "Your mother won't wake for hours. And we've earned this, treasure."
"We've earned a shower," she corrected, but even she could hear how weak the protest sounded.
Kai's grin was absolutely wicked. "That's what I said."
Through the bond, she felt their desire wrapping around her like a physical force—Marcus's controlled hunger, Kai's barely restrained enthusiasm, Callum's possessive need. It mixed with her own rising anticipation, creating a feedback loop that made her skin feel too tight.
"Fine," she breathed, abandoning all pretense of resistance. "But if anyone passes out from exhaustion halfway through—"
