ZAYLA

Zane was fire and sin tangled together, the type that didn't just burn, it consumed.

His mouth, his hands, the way he touched me set my entire nerves alight. It burned me till I was nothing but an erupting volcano, yet needing him even more. I was too far gone. So deep and drowning in the heat and want, until a sudden knock came at the door.

The sound cut through us like a blade and then, reality slammed back into place. His brothers were right outside that door.

He hissed, but didn't stop. Instead, his kiss turned more urgent.

It was either Zarek or Ziven on the door,...