Lilith pov

“Strip, Lilith,” he murmured, voice low and commanding, “Take me inch by inch, swallow me, and let my brothers claim every inch of you.”

I could feel their gazes sharp, piercing, boring into me with an intensity that left me breathless, and aching.

The silence in the room stretched thin after Silas spoke, broken only by the slow, dragging tick of the clock on the wall, each one louder, heavier, as if time itself were watching and counting.

After the third tick, I sucked in a sharp breath, snapping out of the daze, blinking as my gaze locked with his on the bed, and despite how steady his...