The she-wolf beneath him pushed her hips back to meet his thrust, seeking more friction, more attention.
Lucian gave her what she was asking for. Quickened his pace. Gripped her waist. Brought himself back to it.
Her sounds climbed back immediately.
Lucian stared at the wall over her head.
"She was different," he said. Still moving. Still looking at nothing. "You know she was. I know you know because you're sitting by that window instead of in this bed where you're supposed to be right now." He glanced at his brother. "When was the last time you watched instead of participated? Before her?"
The honest answer was never.
But Nicholas didn't answer him.
"She was a good fuck," he said. "Tighter than most. More responsive. Our bodies registered it and now they're making comparisons. It's normal. It'll pass."
Lucian looked at him for a moment.
