All three men and Cecilia froze when, suddenly, a guard stepped inside the barrier circle—
The silence bubble rippled. A solid, living, breathing person in the crisp blue uniform of the Iondora Capital Patrol had just walked through the outer edge of their sanctuary like it was nothing.
Like he had every right to be there. Like he was not currently standing inside the same pocket of reality where three kings were buried inside their wife.
Arkai felt the involuntary, primal clench of his entire body. His cock, still kissing the soft give of Cecilia's inner gate, twitched so violently that the head of Johnny slipped another fraction of an inch past that forbidden ring.
The delicate muscle fluttered around him in surprise, and he had to physically bite down on his tongue to keep from groaning. His hands, already gripping her hips with bruising force, tightened until his knuckles went white.
