The heavy, muffled drumming of the rain against the floor-to-ceiling glass wrapped the master bedroom in a dense layer of white noise.
Ryan stepped out of the hallway and onto the thick wool rug. The towel he had dropped lay forgotten near the door frame.
He stood at the foot of the massive king-sized bed and let the visual wash over him.
Four women. Distinct. Fiercely independent outside these walls, yet perfectly synchronized within them. The ambient amber light from the bedside lamps caught the curve of Zara's shoulder, the flush burning high on Sophie's chest, the relaxed, heavy drop of Diana's spine, and the dark, focused intensity in Iralis's eyes.
The room smelled of clean rain, the lingering slate from his shower, and the heavy, intoxicating blend of their natural heat.
Zara shifted first.
