Triple Temptation
He hadn't moved from the doorway, but filled the space with an unspoken threat, the air thick with tension.
Zane, however, seemed to glide over them all, his action fluid, almost bestial. He bent beside Rhea, his eyes, those normally bright with good humor, now dark depths of wanting. His hand reached out, unhurried and deliberate, brushing a damp strand of hair back from her flushed cheek. "Little Omega," he breathed, his voice a velvet gentleness that trembled down Rhea's spine, both with loathing and a sickening, unwanted jolt of desire. "You're burning up."
Rhea pulled back, but his odor, close and pungent, was a haze of fog. Her body reached for him, even as her brain was yelling at her