The door had barely latched before Victor, with a gravity that no one dared challenge, swept Felicity off her feet and deposited her onto the bed. She landed amidst a sprawl of tangled, fresh linens, their scent tinged with the cool loam of unfamiliar territory and a new beginning.
Her ears twitched, fennec soft, as Victor hovered over her, hands pressed on either side of her head, his breath slow but impossibly deep, as if he could inhale her whole and be sated forever.
Damien's laugh, low and hungry, curled from the threshold. "Finally. No rules, no audience. She's all ours."
Ivan, who had hung back by the wall lean, arms folded, lips quirked in that perpetual, lion half smirk pushed off with a deliberation that made Felicity's heart stutter. He plucked a chair from the corner, set it beside the bed, and straddled it backward, settling in to watch with eyes so dark and intent she felt undressed already.
