Electricity crackled through the bond as Marcus dragged his tongue upward, slow and deliberate, until the flat of it pressed against her entrance, tasting her with a groan that vibrated through her bones.
Kai's thumb finally gave her the pressure she needed, circling her in time with Marcus's tongue, and she swore the walls trembled—or maybe that was just her vision blurring as Callum's teeth found the shell of her ear, biting just hard enough to make her cry out.
The sudden flare of Callum's wings sent bioluminescent patterns cascading across the ceiling, shifting from violet to deep crimson as his control frayed.
Beneath her, Marcus's hands gripped her thighs with bruising force, pinning her in place while he worked her over with relentless precision—every flick of his tongue, every controlled breath against her wetness calculated to unravel her completely.
