Kael stared at the ceiling.
His cock felt like he'd rubbed it with sandpaper.
Worth it.
Sage stirred against his right side. Her massive breast pressed into his ribs as she stretched, a satisfied groan rumbling through her chest. Cum still leaked from her swollen pussy onto his thigh, warm and sticky.
"Mmm..." Her eyes fluttered open. Golden irises, still hazy. "You're still here."
"Where else would I be?"
"I half-expected to wake up alone." She smiled, running a finger down his chest. "Most men run after the first round. You stayed for... how many?"
"Lost count."
She nipped his collarbone. Rue made a small sound against his left side. Her petite body was curled into him like a cat, tails wrapped possessively around his arm. Cum dripped from her overused entrance onto his hip.
"Don't wake her," Sage murmured. "She gets murderous if she doesn't get her eight hours."
"Considering what she did to my back, I'd hate to see her murderous."
