Ravena's voice slid over his skin, warm, low and teasing.
"Please," she whispered, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss right against the pulse jumping beneath Zaeryn's jaw. Her lips were cool at first, then warm, and she let them linger just long enough to feel his heartbeat kick up. "He just needs a few minutes to recharge."
Zaeryn let out a tired breath that came dangerously close to a laugh, his chest still rising and falling hard from the last round. "A few minutes? That's very generous of you, Ravena."
Ingrid, still half-buried in the wrecked sheets on his other side, made a sleepy, amused huff. Her cheeks were flushed deep pink, hair a wild yellow mess across his shoulder, and the way her pierced nipples brushed his arm every time she breathed told him she wasn't quite done staking her claim. Her fingers stayed curled possessively around his bicep like she was daring anyone to try pulling her off.
