The choker glinted against Lucien's pale skin, snug around his throat as if daring any alpha to tear it off.
It made him look sinful, every detail of his beauty sharpened.
The dark band drew the eye to the soft hollow of his collarbone, to the red curve of his lips, and the slow movement of his fingers tracing the small star charm.
It was an invitation in the shape of jewelry, an unspoken challenge that dripped with seduction.
His amethyst eyes turned toward the Twinster, glimmering with mischief as he tilted his head.
"Do you guys get hard seeing me in this?" he asked with a lazy grin.
The apple slipped from Adrian's hand, hitting the floor as he drowned in the omega's allure.
Silas, on the other hand, stepped closer, his fingers brushing the star charm at Lucien's throat before murmuring, "Indeed, we could fuck you right now, but you need rest. At least, that's what Edmund said."
Lucien frowned. "You guys are boring."
