"You're to go nowhere near Cassian. Do you understand?" Lucien asked, unbuttoning his shirt by the side of his bed.
Elian was sitting up on the bed, staring at Lucien with a frown. "And you won't go anywhere near Rowena?" He arched his brows.
Lucien sighed, letting his pants fall off his hips.
For a second, Elian forgot why he was angry and watched Lucien's perfect body as he moved toward the wardrobe to pull a pair of black silk sleep pants.
Seeing him naked made his possessiveness climb its peak. That body was his, that fucking cock was his to touch, to feel, to suck, and the man was undeniably his.
He did not want to tolerate Rowena's hand on Lucien, even if it was just for a show.
Dressed in his silk pants, Lucien turned just to find Elian staring at him with a hard frown on his face.
He quietly walked over and climbed over to Elian, wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him onto his lap.
"What?" Lucien whispered softly.
Elian scoffed. "You know."
