Kael Ashenvale stood in the doorway of the bathing chamber.
His grey eyes found hers mid-pulse. Mid-gasp. Mid-everything. His pupils blew wide enough to swallow the iron. His nostrils flared once and whatever scent hit him locked every muscle in his body rigid at the threshold.
She couldn't look away. Her body was still clenching around Maddox, still flushed, still making sounds that her dignity would be filing a formal complaint about later. Kael watched every second of it and his face went through something that started as shock, traveled through fury, and landed on a hunger so raw it made her breath catch for reasons that had nothing to do with the man inside her.
Déjà vu slammed into her hard enough to split the orgasm in half.
She had seen this before. These exact eyes in this exact doorway, watching her come apart on his brother with an expression that belonged to a man standing on the wrong side of a door he would burn the building down to walk through.
