The air in the infirmary thickened, charged with the heady scent of the essential oils from the humidifier, amplifying the raw tension between the three men.
Corvin's lips moved desperately against Rhys's, a clash of need and defiance, while Kael's hand teased Rhys's arousal, stoking the fire that threatened to consume them all. Their breaths mingled, heavy and ragged, as hands roamed with reckless abandon, tugging at clothes, seeking skin, chasing the primal heat that surged through them.
Kael's eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and hunger as he pressed himself closer, his body brushing against both Corvin and Rhys. "Look at you two," he murmured, voice low and taunting, "burning up like this. You're both so damn greedy." His fingers grazed Corvin's waistband now, mirroring the bold move he'd made with Rhys, daring them to push further into the chaos.
