Page 141 of The Reckoning of Starlight

Above them, the last light withdrew from the canyon rim, shadows climbing the cliffs.

Fenn’s claw curved around her lower back, his palm spanning the slope above her hip. His thumb followed her lowest rib, lingering where bone gave way to softness.

The grip on her leg tightened.

At the edge of her awareness, Fenn’s hunger paced, bright and feral. Vesryn’s want pulled taut beside it, trembling under the strain. Serenna’s ache threaded through both until the three moved through her veins as one tangled current.

Vesryn’s attention kept flicking to Fenn’s touch at her back, moving over her waist. Each time the prince’s gaze returned, it lingered longer.

“We should probably talk about this,” Fenn murmured, his thumb gliding another slow pass. “Or are we going to sit here pretending we don’t feel it?”

Vesryn’s jaw locked. “We should return to the upper islands.”

But he made no move to leave.

Fenn chuckled, low and knowing. “I can sense you don’t actually want that.”

“You don’t know what I want.”

Fenn studied him across Serenna. “Then tell us.”

Vesryn gave him no answer, the silence pressing closer than the canyon walls. His fingers flexed against Serenna’s leg, bunching the leather against her skin before easing again.

Heat gathered low in Serenna, sharpened by Fenn’s palm at her back and the tension held in Vesryn’s fingers against her knee. All day, she’d dismissed the pull between them as an aftereffect of shared magic, certain it would end when the Starshards went dark.

The current had faded, but the wanting had not.

She leaned into Fenn’s palm and covered Vesryn’s hand with her own. Vesryn’s eyes found hers, his grip easing under her touch.

“I want both of you,” Serenna said.

Vesryn’s shoulders locked, and Fenn’s palm stilled against her back.

She squeezed his fingers. “You can say no.”

His eyes flicked to Fenn over her shoulder and Fenn met him with a grin.

“I’m not saying no.”

Fenn uncoiled in a satisfied stretch. “So,” he said, flashing his fangs, “I fuck Serenna, and you fuck me?”

Vesryn scowled. “Absolutely not.”

Fenn tipped his head, interest sharpening. “I…fuck you, then?”

“Fenn!” Serenna scolded, flicking the point of his ear.

“What? Just checking where the lines are.”

“We focus on her,” Vesryn growled. “That’s the line.”

Fenn’s attention roved over him. “Do you have something against males?”

“Just you.”

Serenna choked on a laugh.

Vesryn held Fenn’s stare as he released the first buckle at his chest. “You take her first.”