In the dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight danced across Aurora's exposed skin as she lay in the middle of the large bed. Her white hair cascading in soft waves around her face, her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mixture of fear and desire. Tristan stood behind her, one hand on her shoulder, his strong fingers lightly tracing the curve of her collarbone. I could see the struggle in his eyes, fighting to control his possessive nature. He wanted Aurora all to himself, but so did I.
We had finally helped her get over her fear enough so that she wanted a night with the two of us. Just so she could taste what it was like to be with us before she 'made her decision'. Her words... not mine, but still it wasn't an opportunity I was going to pass by.
"Sebastian," she w
