The Triplet Alpha's Outcast
His mouth trailed lower, skimming the sensitive spot beneath my ear, and I melted into the mattress with a gasp.
The door burst open.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Ryder leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Morning light gilded the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the faint scar cutting through his brow—a souvenir from a fight he’d never talk about. His obsidian eyes burned into us, but there was no real anger there. Just a flicker of that raw, unspoken hunger he’d stopped trying to hide.
Jaxon sighed, his breath hot on my neck. “You’re blocking the sun, Ryd. Either come in or go brood somewhere else.”