Ethan was still floating somewhere between sleep and wakefulness when he felt it.
A slow, steady warmth wrapped around him, pulling him toward consciousness.
At first, he thought it was just a dream. One of those dreams. The kind that left him frustrated and hot when he woke up.
But then his hips twitched. And that warmth didn't go away.
It intensified.
Wet. Soft. Rhythmic.
His brows pulled together in confusion, and his body stiffened.
'Wait a second…'
His eyes opened slowly.
The room was quiet but not cold. The sheets were still over him, pulled up just below his chest. The warmth was still there, and it was real.
He lifted the edge of the blanket cautiously.
And froze.
There, under the covers, was Seraphina. Her golden eyes flicked up at him, full of heat and mischief, her lips wrapped around his cock as she bobbed her head with a slow, practiced rhythm.
His breath caught in his throat.
Then—something moved beside her.
Another head. Another pair of lips.
