Those icy-blue eyes were nearly silver now, but he was still there. My Aiden. The planner. The worrier. The man who could take me apart with his mouth and still make sure I did not hit my head.
“Words, my love.”
“Yes,” I said. My voice sounded weird and raspy and, sure as hell, ruined in the best possible way. “All of you. I want all of you.”
Thane closed his eyes.
Keres cursed under his breath.
“Then we do this slowly.” My control freak stated. All commanding and hot.
Keres made a sound.
Aiden did not even look at him. “If you argue, you wait outside.”
The silence that followed was almost funny.
Almost.
Keres lifted both hands. “I am the picture of cooperation.”
“You are the picture of a bad decision with hair.”
“Yet beloved.”
“Unfortunately.”
I would have laughed, but Thane
