Wren
Early morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, soft and golden. I woke up slowly, deliciously trapped in the best possible way. Zephyr lay beneath me, my head on his chest, his arm heavy across my back. Caius pressed tight against my back, one thick thigh wedged between mine, his morning hardness nestled against my ass. Lucien was curled on my other side, his long fingers resting possessively on my hip, his breath warm against my neck.
Sandwiched. Completely surrounded. I had never felt so safe or so… full.
My body ached in the most wonderful way. A deep, satisfying soreness pulsed between my legs—stretched and used and marked by all three of them. My thighs felt tender where they’d gripped me, my breasts heavy and sensitive with faint love bites, and my stomach and skin
