Moira's POV

Logan's lips crash against mine, his hands sliding under my shirt, fingers rough yet careful as they trace the swell of my belly. I arch into him, heat pooling low, my body craving the release only they can give. Lucas presses in from behind, his breath hot on my neck, nipping at the skin there, sending shivers down my spine. "We've got you, baby," he murmurs, his voice thick with need.

I pull back just enough to yank Logan's shirt over his head, ...