Sarah stared for half a second, saw the position Arvin was in, then glanced at Kira, and burst into a short, helpless laugh that turned into a moan because his free hand found her breast and squeezed.
"Arvin woke first?" she murmured.
Arvin glared over the gag and then moaned around it when Raven pushed deeper.
He did not pound her. Not yet. He took his time with the morning, easing into her until she was trembling and pawing weakly at the sheets, then drawing out almost to the head before gliding back in.
Arvin's tail lashed under the blankets. Her ears flattened and rose and flattened again.
"You look beautiful like this," Sarah told the younger cat woman with utterly sincere warmth.
Arvin tried to look indignant and failed because the next push made her eyes roll.
Kira made a small, broken sound from the other side of the bed. Raven's gaze flicked to her.
"Come here."
