I didn’t sleep that night.

How could I?

Not after what happened in Lucian’s office.

Not after the taste of his kiss or the feel of Zane’s hands gripping my hips like I was already theirs.

I stared at my bedroom ceiling until dawn painted the walls in soft gray. My body ached—not from pain, but from something worse. A hunger. A gnawing, pulsing ache between my thighs that no amount of tossing in my sheets could satisfy.

When I finally got dressed, my fingers trembled over ...