I stood before the bed, my gaze fixed on Aria's prone form.
The sight of her, splayed out and glowing from the attentions of my brothers, filled me with a primal possessiveness.
I had watched, transfixed, as they had pushed her to the brink time and again, each orgasm more intense than the last.
And she'd taken it all in stride, her bold claim fueling their desire to push her limits. She was a revelation, a goddess born for the sole purpose of driving us to madness.
As my eyes roamed over her, taking in the sheen of sweat on her skin, the heaving of her chest, the quiver of her thighs, I felt my control slipping. I have held myself back for so long, fearing that I might overwhelm her, that I couldn't be the gentle mate she deserved.
But seeing her now, spent yet still hungry for more, I knew I could no longer deny himself. Deny us both.
"Flip her over," I commanded, my voice rough with desire. Ryker and Caspian obliged, gently turning Aria onto her stomach. Her round, sexy butto
