Lorien POV

“Say my name, Lorien,” Auren commanded, voice low and roughened with restraint. My arms trembled, every muscle straining not to reach for him, not to drag him down and keep him locked against me. “I want every damn person in this castle to hear exactly who you belong to.”

He leaned in until our breaths tangled, his lips only inches from mine, each thrust grinding his pelvis against my clit and stealing every rational thought I had left.

“Auren!” I cried out, the sound ...