I turned in their arms, capturing Cade's mouth first—deep, claiming, hungry. He groaned against my lips, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me flush against him.
Then River's hand was in my hair, turning my face toward him, and his kiss was fire—demanding, consuming, leaving no room for doubt about who I belonged to.
"Upstairs," I breathed against River's mouth. "Now."
We moved as one—stumbling toward the stairs, hands roaming, mouths seeking. Cade's fingers found the zipper of my ceremonial gown, sliding it down slowly while River's teeth grazed my shoulder.
The gown pooled at my feet.
River's breath hitched. "f**k, Laney."
I stood before them in nothing but moonlight and marks, and the way they looked at me—like I was everything—made my knees weak.
Cade's hands were gentle as
