Olivia's POV
My breath was ragged. My lips swollen. My heart thundered like a war drum.
Levi pressed a kiss to my exposed shoulder. "Tell us, baby… your wish is our command."
A wicked smile curled my lips as I pulled back slightly from Lennox, my arms still draped around his shoulders.
I leaned close, brushing my mouth against his ear, and whispered, "Come find me."
Then, in the blink of an eye, I teleported.
To the kitchen.
The silence was immediate. The sudden absence of heat and hands and mouths gave me just enough clarity to grin to myself.
The scent of roasted meats and leftover wine filled the room. I pressed my hand to my racing heart and leaned against the counter, my cheeks flushed, my thighs pressed together.
I could already hear it—the heavy footsteps pounding up the hall, fast and hungry.
And then… their scents hit me. Smoky cedar. Pine and amber. Rain-drenched leather.
