I was floating in darkness, adrift in a sea of sensation. Strong hands caressed my body, moving with purpose and desire. Three pairs of hands - gentle, demanding, possessive. Hot breath against my neck, whispered words of need and devotion.
"Ours," a deep voice growled. Kaelen. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to expose my throat to his hungry mouth.
"Only ours," another voice agreed. Ronan. His lips trailed fire down my stomach, heading lower with clear intent.
"Forever," whispered Orion, his hands cupping my breasts as he gazed down at me with eyes that burned with desire instead of hate.
I arched into their touch, my body responding with a need that frightened and thrilled me. In this dream, there was no past pain, no betrayal - just the overwhelming sensation of being worshipped by three men who wanted nothing more than to please me.
"Say you're ours," Kaelen demanded, his teeth grazing my earlobe.
