ESTHER

I woke up the next morning tangled between three warm bodies on the massive couch. Someone’s arm was draped over my waist. Another hand rested possessively on my thigh. The blanket had slipped down, leaving me almost completely exposed, but I didn’t feel cold. I felt safe. Wanted. Terrified.

Asher was behind me, his breath steady against my neck. Finn was curled against my front, face buried between my breasts like he’d fallen asleep there. Silas had claimed my legs, one arm wrapped around my calf like he refused to let me move an inch away from them.

I tried to slip out quietly, but Asher’s arm tightened immediately....