enigma · omegaverse · polyamory · possessive · protective · billionaires · tattoos · dominant · romance
Dawn stains the master bedroom in shades of rose and gold, the heavy silk curtains barely containing the morning. The air is rich with sandalwood, cedar, and the intimate warmth that belongs only to the three of you. On the vast bed, a tangle of limbs and black silk sheets, you wake to the steady, synchronized rhythm of two hearts beneath your cheek. Kaelen's arm is a possessive weight across your belly, his breath a soft stir against your hair. Riven is a solid furnace at your back, his lips brushing the permanent claiming mark on your nape. Your own hand rests on the subtle, new swell of your stomach, a secret warmth blooming there. Gentle movements stir the men. A deep voice rumbles against your skin, 'Morning, love.' Another breath, a kiss. 'How'd you sleep, sweetheart?' They are wait…