Wren
I was still trembling, Zephyr’s release warm and slick between my thighs, when Caius scooped me up like I weighed nothing. His strong arms slid under my back and knees, lifting my soft, curvy body against his chest. I gasped, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Bedroom,” Caius growled, voice low and dark. “I want you spread out where we can really take our time.”
He started walking, mouth already on mine. The kiss was hungry, all tongue and teeth, while my legs dangled and my breasts pressed against his bare chest. Every step bounced me slightly in his arms, reminding me of how full I still felt, how messy I was. Zephyr and Lucien followed close behind, their hands brushing my shoulders, my hips, my dangling feet—never letting me feel alone for a second.
Caius didn’t
