Ayla's POV

I wake up tangled between them. My skin is still humming from what they did to me last night. 

They didn't hurt me in any way, no. Rather they claimed every inch of my body, exploring me in a way that made my body explode with pleasure and left me trembling long after they were done. 

Ryker's heavy arm pins my waist, Zane's breath warms my neck, and Caius lies on his side, one hand possessively cupping my thigh even in sleep. The brand on my forehead throbs faintly under fresh gauze, but the ache between my legs feels... different. It feels good like I’m owned.

Then reality...