Zephyr didn’t wait for an answer. He simply reached down and swept me into his arms, carrying me through the double doors into the quiet dark of his bedchamber. The others followed like shadows, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off them.
The bed was vast, a sea of furs and heavy blankets, but as we tumbled onto it, the world shrank to the space of our breathing.
There was no hesitation now, no careful distance. Clothes were shed in a frantic, silent rush, pooling on the floor until there was only skin, firelight, and the overwhelming scent of rain, pine, and sharp, clean winter.
Zephyr came over me first, his massive frame blotting out the room, anchoring me to the mattress. His hands, so huge they could have crushed my ribs, framed my face with an almost agonizing gent
