[Silthara Palace—Four Nights After the Rut—Bathing Chamber]
Moonlight drifted across the bathing chamber, soft as spilled milk on stone, but the water in the pool-sized tub glowed faintly—warmed by the body of the man resting inside it.
Zeramet.
Half-human, half-serpent, his enormous form coiled beneath the water like a sleeping deity carved from obsidian and silver. Even at rest, he radiated the fading echo of rut—heat heavy enough to make the air tremble.
And in his arms…pressed to his chest like something sacred and breakable…Levin.
Small and Exhausted. His skin was marked by angry traces of the last four nights' battle with a Prime Alpha's hunger.
His cheeks were still flushed. His lips were swollen from too many stolen kisses. His eyes… puffy from tears he didn't even remember shedding. His chest rose and fell with the kind of sleep only utter exhaustion allowed, and his butt was dark red, bearing his husband's so-called 'Twins Fire Cock' inside him.
