"Good," Lucan said, his voice softening slightly. He helped position Felicity more comfortably on the bed. "She enjoys being watched, being heard. We can give her that."
Exile's hand moved tentatively toward Felicity, hovering for a moment before his long fingers traced down her stomach to the damp fabric between her thighs. The touch drew a deep, throaty moan from her that seemed to echo in the room.
"There," Lucan encouraged, his own purr rumbling in his chest as he helped steady her trembling form. "Just like that."
Felicity arched into Exile's touch, her eyes rolling back slightly as pleasure cut through some of the desperate need. Her skin glistened with sweat in the dim light of the bedroom.
"I'll be whatever she wants me to be," Exile said, his voice rough with emotion as he watched her respond to his touch. "Friend, toy, anything—as long as she's okay."
