Morning of a King
"Good morning, love."
Rias's voice was a velvet strand in the quiet of dawn, a whisper against Leon's ear as her scarlet eyes opened. The warmth of her body against his side, her hair spilled like fire over his arm, and her lips tipped with the languid smile of a woman thoroughly sated.
But the heat had no opportunity to stay.
From his other side was another tune—cold, crystal sharp.
"Not fair, Leon. Don't I get a kiss too? Or has Rias become your favorite sister tonight?
Leon rolled onto his side, and there she was: Lira. Silvery hair knotted on her cheek, blue glacier eyes shining under the morning light filtering through the curtains. Her lips curved into a mocking half-smile as her narrow hand traveled down his stomach.
He let his mouth curl into a smile. "How could I possibly forget you?"
