Jace didn’t rush.

He stood at the edge of Liam’s bed and looked at me for a long time — at the marks Liam had left on my breasts, at the cum still leaking out of me, at the way my chest rose and fell too fast. The hunger in his eyes was clear, but underneath it was something heavier and more careful.

Liam sat back against the headboard, still naked, watching with open interest. He made no move to leave.

“You don’t have to stay,” Jace said to him without looking away from me.

Liam’s mouth curved. “I’m good right here.”

Jace ignored him. He reached down and brushed...