The room smelled of firelight, sweat, and something older—magic thrumming in the air like a heartbeat.
Samantha stirred, the cocoon of warmth pulling at her even as her mind raced. She didn't remember falling asleep after their wild, passionate night, but here she was, nestled between the bodies of her three mates. Marcus's strong arm was draped across her waist, Callum's fingers rested lightly on her thigh, and Kai's face was buried against the crook of her neck, his even breathing warming her skin.
Suddenly, a jolt of panic shot through her chest. Nova!
Her eyes shot open. How could she have forgotten? She had meant to check on their daughter before bed, but the hours had slipped away in a haze of touch and pleasure. She slowly, carefully wriggled out from under their arms, biting back a giggle when Kai grumbled in his sleep and flopped over onto Marcus, who gave a low, annoyed grunt.
