Seventeen
GRAY
The fire crackled before us, bathing my incubus and vampire in a flickering orange glow. They were naked, stretched out on their backs on the bearskin rug before the hearth, the French doors shut tight against intruders—including poor Sunshine and Sparkle, who’d been taking turns pressing their muzzles up against the glass as if they’d been utterly abandoned.
Ignoring the pang in my chest at locking my loyal beasts out, I knelt between Ash and Darius, one hand on each of their muscled chests. Outside, the icy wind was doing its damnedest to shatter the bay windows along the front wall, but nothing could break this moment between us.
“You’re so beautiful,” Asher said, his eyes glazed with emotion that belied the ever-present bad-boy smirk on his face.
Darius nodded his a
