Riven's Pov
I should have known better. Truly, I should have. If you spend an entire day filling the air of a house with the sweet invisible smoke of an incubus' lure, you can't act surprised when your mates decide to collect their dues all at once. And yet, sprawled across the softness of our shared bed with two pairs of hungry eyes trained on me, I had the nerve to grin.
Caius' weight pressed down on my wrists, pinning them lightly to the pillow above my head, though he wasn't cruel—his grip was steady, warm, firm enough to tell me he wasn't letting go but never harsh enough to hurt. Blue eyes caught my violet ones, unwavering, and his lips tugged with the faintest amused curve. He had the patience of a saint, but I could feel the edge of it in the line of his jaw.
