The sound of breathing.
The subtle displacement of space as two more bodies come up behind me, close enough that heat presses in from both sides.
Luke to my right, close enough that his arm brushes mine.
Talon just behind my shoulder, his chest a solid presence at my back.
I should freeze.
I should pull away.
Instead, something hot and reckless flares inside me at the awareness of them. Of being seen. Of being wanted—not by one of them, but by all of them.
It doesn’t make me self-conscious.
It makes me burn.
Reid’s kiss turns hungrier, wetter, both of us losing whatever restraint we started with. His hand slides down my side, slipping beneath my shirt, his palm skimming over my stomach, leaving heat in its wake that spreads outward in slow, dangerous ripples.
My breath stutters into his mouth as his fingers drift lower, teasing the waistband of my pants, not quite crossing the line, making my entire body tense in anticipation.
God—
“Not yet.”
Luke’s voice cuts through everything.
I’m pulled back, turned before I can even process it, Reid’s hand slipping away as Luke steps fully into my space, his body replacing Reid’s.
Now I’m facing him.
Close.
Too close.
His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, storm-blue and intense, something feral sitting just beneath the surface. His chest rises and falls like he’s barely holding it together.
“My turn.”
There’s no time to think. No space in which to decide.
His mouth is on mine before I can respond.
And everything shifts again.
I don’t mind it.
In fact, I fucking love it.
He tastes of brandy and spice, and something heavier underneath—something raw and unfiltered that he’s been carrying around all day. It pours into the kiss, and into the way his mouth moves on mine like he’s been holding back for far too long. I clutch his hair, anchoring myself as I swallow his groan, my name on his lips breaking apart.
“Sierra.” His voice is thick with hunger and something dangerously close to pain. “Fuck, Sierra.”
“Luke… Luke,” I whisper back, barely getting his name out before he steals the sound of it from my mouth again.
His hands slide lower, firmer now, claiming more of me as they settle at my back. He squeezes my ass, dragging me forward, pressing me against the hard length of him.
His hips roll, the head of his cock grinding against my clit through the thin fabric.