Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection)
Kael’s breath hitched.
I straightened, my gaze sweeping over them both. “On your knees.”
Kael’s jaw clenched, his pride warring with the dark, hungry thing inside him that wanted this. For a while, I thought he might refuse, until his muscles relaxed, just slightly, and he sank to the floor, the stone cold beneath his knees.
My lips curved. Good. Lyrix followed suit, though his movements were fluid, unhurried, as if he were choosing to kneel rather than being forced. I’d break that illusion soon enough.