Dawn came slow through the ironwood vines, filtering into the alcove in pale gold threads that caught on the edges of Leo's wings and turned Naga's scales to molten copper.
Alex woke to warmth.
It was the first thing he noticed—not the ache in his body, though that was considerable, or the pleasant heaviness in his belly, though that was also considerable. Just warmth. The particular warmth of being wrapped in four different bodies, each with its own heat signature, each pressed against him in a way that made it impossible to tell where he ended and they began.
Naga's coils had loosened sometime in the night, but his dual cocks were still half-sheathed inside Alex, a fullness that had become almost comfortable in its familiarity. Lucas's arm was draped across his belly, the wolf lord's breath warm against his neck. Zale's cool hand rested on his hip, a pleasant counterpoint to the heat. And Leo's body covered Alex like a blanket, the soft rumble of purring against Alex's skin.
