The room smelled of firelight, sweat, and something older—magic thrumming in the air like a heartbeat.
Samantha lay beneath them, her skin flushed and her breath catching, surrounded by the weight and warmth of her mates. Marcus's mouth traced burning kisses along her throat, his sharp fangs just grazing, just teasing. Callum's hands moved with a quiet, commanding precision, every touch a reminder of strength reclaimed, of love reforged.
Kai's laughter rumbled low as he tangled his fingers in her hair, his wolfish grin flashing in the dim light. His touch was playful, daring, reckless—the counterpoint to Callum's control and Marcus's dark intensity.
