[Silthara Palace — Inner Bathing Chamber — Continuation]
Moonlight spilled across the marble floors of Silthara Palace.
Within the inner bathing chamber, warm steam rose slowly from the ancient stone pool, coiling through the air like pale serpents awakened from long sleep. The chamber itself had been carved centuries ago for the rulers of Zahryssar, its pillars etched with the stories of kings who had ruled before memory was written.
The water was no longer still.
It shimmered softly beneath the silver light.
Levin sat upon Zeramet's lap within the wide pool, naked, trembling, his pale skin warmed by the water and flushed faintly with heat. Zeramet's two cocks kept touching Levin's belly button, causing his breathing to become uneven; his fingers curled against Zeramet's chest as if to steady himself.
He rested his head against the Prime Alpha's shoulder, trying to hide the color rising along his cheeks.
