One moment Guinevere was on her way to the bathing chamber. The next, she was back in Kael's lap. Now, Maddox's fangs were in her neck and dragon venom was going into her body that she didn't want an audience for because it felt really good.
The next thing she knew, Kael's fangs were on the other side of her neck. And now, dual venom tore through her, at different frequencies, one from the left, one from the right, each fighting for dominance in her bloodstream by two men who would rather die than let go.
It was double ecstasy. So much that she didn't know what to do with it.
Their roars vibrated through her collarbone and into her ribs, a frequency that bypassed her brain and went straight to something primal. Something that didn't care about politics, or propriety, or the fact that there was an audience. Something that just wanted more.
Sterling and Ryker's jaws hit the floor in unison. Eyes glued. Souls evicted.
