Pleasure still danced across Violet's flesh as she lay sprawled on the bed, panting and trying to catch her breath. She expected that now Griffin was done, Alaric would immediately snatch her up and take his turn but he didn't.
Instead, he simply stood there, watching her. The intensity of his gaze made her whole body go taut with anticipation.
It was Asher who moved first. He stepped forward with a towel and a basin, pulling her gently higher onto the bed so she lay more comfortably.
"How do you feel, my queen? Had enough already?" His tone carried genuine concern, yet the slight curve of his lips showed dark amusement.
Her answer should have been yes, she was done. After everything her mates had just wrung out of her, how could she possibly want more? And yet her body knew it wasn't over. One more mate was waiting to take her through the heavens, and instinctively, her core throbbed at the thought.
