Eren lay on his back, his body slick with sweat. He looked at Lyralei and Sylvara, who were watching him, their eyes dark with a hunger that had not yet been sated. "Come," he commanded, his voice a low growl, his eyes fixed on their beautiful, expectant faces. "Both of you. Now."
Lyralei and Sylvara moved as one, their graceful forms gliding across the bed. They positioned themselves on either side of him, their silver and dark hair mingling on the pillow as they lowered their heads. Eren felt a surge of pure, primal anticipation. He looked from one to the other, his heart pounding in his chest.
