6. Dominic

Dominic steppedout of the car, the crisp London air momentarily stealing the warmth from his skin. He didn"t pause to take in the scene, his tall frame striding purposefully across the tarmac toward the private jet, its silver body gleaming under the late morning light. Sam and three other assistants, all moving with rehearsed urgency, trailed behind him, a flurry of hushed tones following in their wake.

Inside the jet, luxury enveloped Dominic. The interior boasted seats upholstered in supple leather that seemed to anticipate and conform to one"s body. Polished mahogany panels lined the walls, while soft carpeting muffled every step. Ambient lighting cast a warm glow across the cabin, and a bar stood stocked with crystal decanters filled with top-shelf spirits. He took his usual seat by the window, its spacious design allowing him to stretch out his legs.

As the plane lifted off, Dominic opened his laptop and started working through the endless stream of emails. But even as he scrolled through financial reports and market projections, his mind wandered to Asa. Her delicate features floated before his eyes—her porcelain skin almost translucent under the soft glow of their master suite's chandelier, her platinum hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders.

The image of her dancing in their private quarters seeped into his thoughts; Asa"s fluid movements told stories without words, her eyes closed as if lost in another world where only music existed. The memory of her voice enveloping him in a cocoon of melody made his heart ache with a possessive longing that no distance could diminish.

Hours later, when the jet"s wheels touched down on American soil, the sharp vibration of his phone snapped Dominic out of his reverie. It was Xavier.

"Dom, I"m sorry, but Asa"s gone. I knew this would happen."

Dominic"s grip on the phone tightened, knuckles blanching white. "What about her guards?"

"Marco and his men are on-site, waiting for further instruction. What do you want to do?"

"Bring her back, of course."

"But…" Xavier"s voice trailed off.

Dominic sensed his brother"s reluctance—a fear that retrieving Asa might only cage her spirit further. But Dominic couldn"t entertain such thoughts, not when every fiber of his being screamed to have her safe by his side.

"I"m bringing her back. Text me the location."

There was a heavy sigh from Xavier before he complied. "All right."

The line went dead as Dominic ended the call, his jaw set in a hard line. He would have Asa back; nothing else mattered now.

The phone vibrated, a sharp ding cutting through the hum of the jet"s engine winding down. A message from Xavier flashed on the screen, a set of coordinates that sent a pulse of urgency through his veins. He didn"t hesitate, his thumb scrolling over the text to commit the address to memory.

"Sam," Dominic commanded, not even lifting his gaze from the device. "You and the others are dismissed. I"ll see you at work."

Without waiting for a response, he strode down the steps of the jet, each footfall heavy with intent. The limo awaited him, its sleek, black body blending into the night. The door opened at his approach, and he slipped inside with an air of barely contained impatience.

"Drive," he ordered curtly, and like an obedient beast, the vehicle surged forward into the night.

The city passed by in a blur of light and shadow as they made their way toward the location Xavier had sent. The farther they drove, the more the polished facades gave way to gritty reality. The limo turned into an area where prosperity was but a distant rumor; here, life was raw and unadorned by luxury.

The streets were littered with debris, shadows clinging to corners where refuse piled high. Old apartment buildings loomed on either side, their windows dark or flickering with the feeble glow of lives scraping by. Graffiti scrawled across brick walls spoke silent tales of defiance and decay.

Dominic"s gaze hardened as they pulled up to one such building. Marco approached as he stepped out onto the uneven sidewalk.

"She"s up there," Marco said with a nod toward a window several stories up.

"Lead me," Dominic replied, his voice leaving no room for discussion.

They entered a lobby that reeked of stale cigarettes and faded dreams. Marco led with two of his men flanking him as they ascended a staircase that creaked beneath their collective weight.

At Asa"s apartment door, Dominic halted. The scent hit him—a sweet note that seared through his senses and awakened his alpha instincts. It clung to the peeling paint and whispered promises through cracks in the frame.

Dominic"s primal instincts flared with an irresistible urge as he pounded on the door, bellowing Asa"s name. Met with nothing but a dog"s bark in reply, he forcibly shouldered his way through the entrance.

Inside, the apartment contradicted the decay of its exterior—dimly lit, yes, but tidy, even cozy. Soft cushions rested on a small couch, and framed pictures adorned the walls, snapshots of a life yearning for normalcy. It was a stark contrast to the cold opulence of his own world, one he had expected Asa to embrace without question.

He could smell her everywhere—in the faint lavender on the linens, in the lingering sweetness that seemed to rise from the very walls. The strongest trail of her scent beckoned him with an invisible thread tugging at his core.

Moving toward it with a purpose that made his blood race, he approached a closed door. The dog"s barking grew more insistent now, a canine alarm sounding off in shrill yelps. He called her name again, louder this time. "Asa!"

Without hesitation or grace, he forced the door open with a shoulder thrust that splintered wood from the frame. And there, in the far corner of the dimly lit room, was Asa.

The sight of her stole Dominic"s breath, a visceral ache blossoming in his chest. Her pale hair spilled over her shoulders in tousled waves, framing the delicate features he knew better than his own reflection. Even in the shadows, her porcelain skin seemed to radiate an ethereal glow that called to him on a soul-deep level.

Dominic drank in every detail—the gentle curve of her jaw, the slight part of her lips, the way her lashes fanned across her cheekbones. A fierce wave of possession crashed over him, his instincts roaring to reclaim what was his. To shelter her, protect her, keep her safe within the circle of his arms where she belonged.

His love for her was an all-consuming force that defied reason or logic. An obsession that bordered on madness, yet one he willingly surrendered to. Without Asa, he was incomplete—a man unmoored, adrift in a world that held no warmth or light.

With his every muscle coiled with restraint and urgency, he moved toward her with a predatory grace. As he closed the distance between them, the scent of her heat enveloped him, a siren"s call that ignited his primal instincts.

Towering over her petite form, he drank in the sight of her with ravenous eyes. Every delicate curve, every soft swell of her body branded itself onto his consciousness, stoking the flames of his desire until it roared within him like an inferno.

Asa stared up at him, revealing those ethereal eyes that had haunted his waking dreams. In their pale depths, he saw the reflection of his own hunger mirrored back—a craving that transcended the physical and plunged straight into the depths of his soul. Yet there was fear, too. He could see that, and it gnawed at him. Fuck, his own wife was scared—of him and his all-consuming desire and need for her.

A strangled whimper escaped Asa"s parted lips, the sound piercing through the haze of his lust and twisting itself around his heart with merciless fingers. He could taste the unspoken longing yet fear in that breathy exhalation, feel the gravitational pull that bound them together.

Unable to resist the forces that drew him to her, Dominic cupped her face with a tenderness that belied the ferocity of his need, tilting her chin up to meet his demanding kiss.

His lips crashed onto hers with a searing fervency that threatened to consume them both. He drank deep of her sweetness, savoring the taste of her submission as she yielded to his onslaught with a soft mewl. His tongue delved past the seam of her lips, staking a claim on the velvet heat of her mouth with every devouring stroke.

Asa melted into him, her slender form molding itself against the hard planes of his body as if she was made to fit there—a missing piece finally slotted into place.

* * *

Darkness had settledover the city, a velvet curtain adorned with twinkling lights, as the limousine glided through the streets with silent authority. Inside, Dominic held Asa close, her delicate form enfolded in his arms like the most precious of treasures. His heart thundered against his ribs, a wild drumbeat only she could tame. He reveled in the softness of her skin, the warmth of her breath, the way she melted into him as if they were two parts of a whole.

Dominic inhaled deeply, drawing in the sweet scent that was uniquely Asa. Moments before, their kisses had quenched a thirst he hadn't realized was parched to desperation. Every brush of her lips was a drop of life flooding his starved soul. To be denied her touch was to walk through eternity gasping for air. Now that she was here again, pressed against him, he knew release was not an option.

The limousine's smooth halt barely registered to Dominic as he savored Asa's weight in his arms. Marco stepped out first, a tiny ball of fur cradled against his chest, the newest addition to their family. The door opened and Dominic shifted Asa slightly, ensuring her hold around his waist tightened before he rose from the leather cocoon of the vehicle.

Cool air brushed against them as he stepped onto the pavement, Asa's slender legs securely wrapped around him. One of his men approached with an overcoat, draping it gently over Asa's small frame nestled in his embrace.

His men aligned themselves in deference, a phalanx paying homage to their leader's unspoken command. With Asa clutched to him like a shield and a prize all at once, Dominic moved toward the grand entrance of their home—Davenport Luxe Towers—his broad shoulders cutting through the night air. Marco followed behind him with steady steps, the puppy in his arms.

Dominic's stride commanded the grand foyer, his presence a silent decree that rippled through the crowd. Eyes followed him, whispers ebbed and flowed in his wake, yet he remained untouched by it all, his focus entirely on the precious bundle in his arms. His world narrowed to the heartbeat against his chest and the soft exhales that tickled his neck.

He crossed the marble floor, its coolness a stark contrast to the heat emanating from Asa. The nods of respect from those who recognized him registered in his peripheral vision, acknowledgments of his power, of her significance, but he gave them no more than a cursory nod.

The bodyguard secured an elevator, the doors parting obediently as Dominic approached. The ascent was a silent glide to the heavens, each floor passing by unnoticed. When the doors finally opened with a soft ding at their penthouse sanctuary, Dominic exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. The living room came alive as Xavier and Lucian emerged. A chorus of greetings echoed from the staff lined up to welcome them.

"Good evening, Master Dominic. Welcome home."

Dominic nodded curtly, his gaze never leaving Asa's flushed face nestled against his chest. Behind him, the puppy barked once, its high-pitched yip drawing the attention of the maids, their eyes lighting up at the sight of the adorable guest.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Xavier sent the staff away, allowing them privacy, a maid eagerly taking the pup from Marco's arms as they left. Xavier approached, reaching out to gently peel back the overcoat that shrouded Asa's delicate form. Lucian stepped closer, his fingers gliding through her hair with an affectionate stroke as Xavier caressed her flushed cheek. Asa's eyes flickered open, their ethereal hue now glazed with desire as heat seared through her.

Dominic's gaze locked with his brothers', an unspoken understanding passing between them. He turned to Harris, his voice low and authoritative.

"Arrange a meal for us and have it brought to the master suite. We are not to be disturbed."

As he ascended the stairs, his brothers fell into step behind him, their presence a reassuring constant. Dominic's grip on Asa tightened ever so slightly, a silent promise that she was safe, cherished, and utterly his.

The master suite unfolded before them, a sprawling sanctuary of opulence and comfort. With walls that whispered tales of wealth and power, the room boasted a bed vast enough to fit five, or even six, draped in silks and velvets, a fitting stage for their passionate interludes.

To one side, a sitting area beckoned, a semicircle of luxury with plush sofas arranged to provide an unobstructed view of the city's glittering skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. On the opposite end, a set of sliding double doors opened onto a private courtyard garden and pool, offering a secluded escape from the world beyond.

Dominic strode toward the sumptuous sofa, and with a gentleness that belied his imposing stature, he lowered Asa onto the plush cushions, ensuring her comfort amid the opulent surroundings. As he straightened, his gaze swept over her, drinking in the sight of her ethereal beauty contrasted against the richness of the suite.

Lucian closed the distance between them and sat beside her. Asa instinctively sought refuge in his embrace, her body curling into his warmth as if drawn by an invisible force. Lucian's fingers threaded through her hair, his touch tender yet possessive. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, an act so tender it might have been a benediction, a silent vow to guard her serenity against any storm. His hand traced soothing patterns along the curve of her back, the simple gesture conveying a depth of affection that transcended mere physical need.

The soft click of the door announced Harris' arrival, accompanied by Mrs. Eldridge and three maids, their arms laden with trays brimming with culinary delights. With practiced efficiency, they arranged the offerings on the coffee table before them, an array of mouthwatering dishes, crystal decanters filled with fine wine, and pitchers of chilled water to quench any thirst. Once their tasks were completed, Harris and the staff retreated with a silent nod, leaving the brothers to indulge in the privacy they so desired.

Dominic watched with a possessive hunger as Lucian's gentle fingers traced Asa's jaw, coaxing her to meet his gaze.

"You must be hungry," Lucian said, his voice soothing against the tension thrumming through the room.

Asa nodded, her eyes downcast, thick lashes veiling the ethereal depths that so entranced Dominic. A soft flush crept across her cheeks, her delicate features a canvas of vulnerability that stirred the alpha's protective instincts.

Xavier rose from his seat, his movements purposeful as he approached the array of dishes laid out before them. With a discerning eye, he selected a plate and began to carefully curate a selection for Asa. Tender slices of roasted duck breast, their golden skin glistening with a honey glaze, nestled alongside a medley of roasted vegetables—carrots, asparagus, and delicate baby potatoes. A sprinkling of fresh herbs and a drizzle of rich, velvety sauce completed the culinary offering, a feast fit for the beauty who had captured their ravenous hearts.

Dominic's gaze shifted to the extravagant spread, his own hunger gnawing at him after the long journey. His plate soon mirrored the decadence of Asa's, though his portions were decidedly more substantial. He piled thick slices of rare, peppered beef onto his plate, the juices mingling with the rich demi-glace that pooled beneath. A hearty serving of buttered asparagus spears and a mound of creamy mashed potatoes rounded out his meal.

As Xavier delivered Asa's plate, settling beside her with a tender attentiveness, Dominic reached for the crystal decanter. The deep-ruby liquid within swirled gracefully as he poured, filling three glasses with the finest vintage from their private cellar. The rich, fruity aroma wafted through the air, its promise of indulgence mingling with the intoxicating scent of Asa's pheromones.

Dominic's gaze never wavered from Asa as he lifted the glass to his lips, taking a slow, savoring sip. The wine's bold flavors danced across his tongue, but it paled in comparison to the sweetness that permeated the room—the alluring essence of his omega, the woman who held his heart and soul in the palms of her delicate hands.

Asa nibbled at her food, each delicate bite only serving to heighten the tension that crackled between them. The brothers' eyes followed the path of her lips, the subtle movements of her throat as she swallowed, every nuance a siren's call that stirred their most primal desires.

The air around them felt charged, heavy with Asa's pheromones that teased at Dominic's senses—sweet and heady like a forbidden fruit begging to be tasted. A low thrum of desire pulsed through him; an insatiable yearning mirrored in the tensed lines of Xavier's shoulders and the way Lucian's fingers tightened ever so slightly around Asa's waist.

Dominic took another sip of wine, allowing its velvety caress to glide down his throat. He fought to keep his composure steady despite the tempest brewing within him—a storm of primal need that threatened to break free at any moment. He focused on the rich flavors of his meal as a temporary anchor against the intoxicating lure of Asa's presence.

"We've secured two major investors for the expansion of the West End project, and the contracts are as good as signed," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Xavier responded with a thoughtful nod. "Excellent. Did you manage to negotiate the terms we projected for the renewable energy integration? It's a pivotal part of the pitch, particularly for the eco-conscious market we're targeting there."

Dominic glanced at Asa. Her gentle breaths rose and fell in a rhythm that tugged at his focus, fueled a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with business. "Naturally. We leveraged the tech improvements you've spearheaded, Xav. That solar panel prototype you've been developing? It was a decisive factor. Our commitment to sustainability is proving to be a powerful incentive for modern investors."

Lucian leaned forward, the light catching in his silver-gray eyes. "And what of the cultural integration aspects? The investors must appreciate that they're not just backing a project, but also a commitment to social responsibility."

Dominic's gaze lingered on Asa's lips as she took another delicate bite, her serene grace a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere around them. "They do, Luc. Your groundwork with the arts foundations was instrumental. The theaters and galleries we plan to include have gotten them quite excited. It's not just a financial investment, it's a legacy—"

Xavier interjected smoothly, cutting through Dominic's distraction with clinical precision. "And a strategically sound one. I ran the numbers again this morning. The projections are up by twelve percent from last quarter."

"Skyrocketing, thanks to the synergy we've been pushing for," Dominic replied, finding strength in their shared purpose. "London was just the beginning. The new investors are eyeing our other international ventures."

Lucian's posture shifted subtly, reflecting an alertness that matched his diplomatic acumen. "Speaking of international ventures, the Asian markets are ripe for us, especially with the tech sector booming. We need to capitalize on that growth, ride the wave while it crests."

Xavier regarded them both with an analytical gaze. "That's our next play. But we have to ensure our infrastructure is solid here first, or we risk overextension."

Dominic acknowledged Xavier's caution with a firm nod while reaching for his wineglass again, its contents swirling like dark promises. "Agreed. Too rapid an expansion could leave us vulnerable, especially with our competitors lurking. We need to position ourselves carefully, maintain the balance between aggression and caution."

"Balance, yes," Lucian mused aloud as Dominic sipped from his glass, Asa's scent wrapping around him once more like an invisible embrace. "Our profile has never been just about the profits; our brand's integrity is a beacon. That's why the cultural angles work—they resonate with something deeper in our market."

"Precisely," Dominic affirmed, setting down his glass with a resolve that mirrored his command over their empire. "Anyway, we'll discuss further strategies at the Monday meeting. I expect full reports from each department."

"You'll have them," both Xavier and Lucian replied in unison.

Xavier's next question pulled Dominic from his reverie once more. "Speaking of our next steps—Dom, do you intend on returning to London to follow up on that meeting you had to cancel? Coming back early must have caused some ripples."

Dominic met Xavier's inquiry with unwavering confidence as he replied firmly, "I've rescheduled the meeting for a video conference next week."

The deep crimson of the wine stained Dominic's lips as he drained the last of it from his glass. Placing the crystal aside, he turned his attention fully to Asa, her delicate features flushed, her breathing shallow and uneven. Though her plate was only half-empty, the tremors coursing through her body spoke of a different hunger—one no amount of sustenance could sate.

Dominic rose with a fluidity that belied his powerful frame, his movements betraying not a hint of the storm brewing within him. In two strides, he closed the distance between them, bending to scoop Asa into his arms with a gentleness that juxtaposed the scorching intensity in his eyes.

"Let's clean you up," he said, his voice a deep rumble that reverberated through her slight form.

Asa offered no resistance, pliant and trembling as Dominic cradled her against the hard planes of his chest. He carried her with ease, as if she weighed no more than a whisper on the wind, her soft curves molding perfectly to the contours of his body.

The en suite beckoned like a sanctuary. Vast expanses of marble stretched underfoot, complemented by gleaming fixtures that shone like burnished gold. A sunken tub dominated one corner, its carved edges adorned with intricate details that hinted at ancient Roman decadence. Opposite stood the shower, a glass enclosure large enough to accommodate half a dozen people, its multiple showerheads promising an indulgent cleansing unlike any other.

As Dominic crossed the threshold, the air grew thick with the heady scent of Asa's desire that stirred his alpha instincts to life. He lowered her to the floor.

"Hands up," he commanded gently.

Asa obediently raised her hands, and Dominic peeled away the confines of her hoodie, baring her delicate skin to his hungry gaze.

Inch by inch, Asa's lithe form was unveiled as he undressed her, a canvas of porcelain perfection marred only by the faint remnants of passion's marks.

Dominic's eyes traced the fading bruises and love bites that dotted her flesh—mementos of the previous night's indulgences with Xavier and Lucian. A possessive growl rumbled in his chest as he committed each mark to memory.

He divested her of the remaining garments until she stood before him in all her ethereal glory, a vision of purity and vulnerability that stirred his soul. Dominic drank in the sight, his gaze devouring every curve, every swell, every dip and hollow that begged for his touch.

Cupping her face with a tenderness that belied the fervor of his desire, Dominic leaned in, his lips brushing her forehead in a featherlight kiss. Then, with a gentleness that spoke volumes of his restraint, he guided Asa into the shower's expansive enclosure, his touch scorching her skin with the heat of his need.

Dominic turned the sleek metal knobs, and the shower sprang to life, cascades of water raining down from multiple showerheads in a warm, inviting deluge. Steam began to rise around them, cloaking the space in a sensual haze that only heightened the intimacy of the moment.

Dominic peeled off his own clothing, letting the garments pool at his feet. His movements were unhurried, confident—the unveiling of a masterpiece that needed no fanfare. As the last scrap of fabric fell away, he stood before Asa in all his masculine glory.

Dominic's body was a testament to the alpha prowess that coursed through his veins. Broad shoulders tapered into a chiseled torso, every muscle etched with definition and power. His arms were thick with corded strength, hinting at the force that lurked beneath his controlled exterior. A narrow trail of dark hair arrowed downward, guiding the eye to the impressive length that stood at rigid attention, a physical manifestation of his smoldering desire.

Asa's gaze raked over him, her eyes darkening with a hunger that matched his own. He could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the flush that crept across her skin as she drank in the sight of him. A low, possessive rumble reverberated in his chest—a primal acknowledgment of her yearning and a promise of the pleasures to come.

With a single, fluid motion, Dominic stepped into the shower, the warm spray cascading over his body in rivulets that accentuated every cut and curve of his physique. He reached for Asa, drawing her into the cocoon of his embrace, his touch searing her flesh with its intensity.

Dominic's fingers tangled in the silken strands of her hair, massaging her scalp with a tenderness. He poured a generous amount of fragrant shampoo into his palm, working it into a rich lather before gently cleansing her tresses.

Asa leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to his ministrations. Dominic's hands moved with gentle strokes, caressing every inch of her hair, his touch both possessive and worshipful. The scent of her shampoo mingled with the steam, a heady, intoxicating aroma that only fueled his desire.

Rinsing away the suds, Dominic trailed his hands down the slender column of Asa's neck, his fingertips grazing the delicate hollows and curves that beckoned for his touch. He reached for the luxurious body gel, squeezing a generous amount into his palm before working it into a rich, fragrant lather.

With slow, purposeful strokes, Dominic began to cleanse Asa's body. His hands glided over the swell of her breasts, the peaks pebbling under his attention. He traced the gentle curves of her waist, her hips, her thighs—every caress stoking the flames of her desire higher.

Asa's breath came in shallow pants, her body arching into his touch, silently pleading for more. Dominic's gaze locked with hers, his eyes dark with promise and possession, as he continued his sensual exploration of her form.

He massaged her breasts, his touch firm yet gentle, making her suck in her breath as a shiver of pleasure coursed through her. He toyed with her nipples lovingly, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

As the water cascaded down around them, Dominic leaned in, capturing the sensitive spot on her neck with his lips. He kissed and nibbled at the delicate skin, his tongue tracing a path of fire that sent shivers down her spine. The heat of his breath mingled with the steam, enveloping them in a cocoon of desire.

Slowly, Dominic slid his hand down her body, the suds from the body gel creating a slick trail that only heightened the sensation of his touch. He reached the apex of her thighs, his fingers delving into the soft, sensitive folds that guarded her most intimate secrets.

Asa gasped, her body tensing as Dominic's fingers found her clit, stroking and caressing the swollen nub with a skill that left her breathless. He teased her mercilessly, his touch alternating between featherlight and firm, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.

With a low growl, Dominic inserted his fingers deep inside her, the intimate invasion making Asa cry out in ecstasy. She clung to him, her nails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders as she rode the waves of pleasure that threatened to consume her.

Dominic's fingers moved with purpose, each stroke and caress designed to drive her closer to the edge. He could feel her body trembling beneath his touch, her muscles tightening around his fingers as she neared her release.

Asa's breath came in ragged gasps, her body writhing against his as she surrendered to the pleasure that consumed her. Dominic's lips found hers, his kiss deep and possessive as he claimed her mouth with the same ardor that he claimed her body.

With a final, powerful stroke, Dominic sent Asa tumbling over the edge, her body convulsing as she cried out his name. He held her tightly, his arms a steel band around her waist as he supported her through the intense waves of her orgasm.

As the last tremors subsided, Dominic gently withdrew his fingers, his touch tender as he cleaned away the remnants of her release. He kissed her, his lips conveying a promise of the pleasures yet to come.

Dominic's heart thundered in his chest as he turned off the shower, the steam swirling around them like a sensual veil. He wrapped a plush towel around Asa's delicate form, his hands lingering on the soft terrycloth as he dried her porcelain skin.

Once she was tended to, Dominic quickly toweled off his own body, the water droplets cascading down his sculpted muscles in rivulets. He couldn't resist stealing glances at Asa, her beauty amplified by the flush that painted her cheeks and the fullness of her kiss-swollen lips.

Dominic scooped Asa into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Her damp hair clung to the curves of her face and neck, accentuating her ethereal allure in a way that made Dominic's breath catch.

As he emerged from the bathroom, Dominic's piercing gaze found Xavier and Lucian deep in conversation, their voices a low murmur. At the sight of their brother and his precious cargo, both men rose to their feet, their eyes drinking in the vision before them.

Asa's skin glowed with a radiant flush, the aftermath of their intimate shower still evident in the rosy hue that adorned her flesh. Her lips, swollen and reddened from Dominic's hungry kisses, beckoned for more, tempting his brothers with their full, inviting pout.

And her hair—those pale-platinum tresses clung to the delicate curves of her body, framing her angelic features in a way that made Dominic's chest swell with possessive pride. She was a goddess, a temptation too exquisite to resist, and the way Xavier and Lucian's gazes darkened with desire only fueled the fire burning within him.

Dominic lowered Asa onto the plush expanse of the bed, her form sinking into the luxurious sheets. He allowed the towel to fall away, baring her to their hungry eyes, and the sharp intake of breath from his brothers was music to his ears.

Dominic drank in the sight of her, his gaze devouring every inch of her exposed skin, committing every dip and swell to memory. The urge to claim her, to possess her completely, burned through his veins like liquid fire, and he knew his brothers felt the same primal pull.

Without breaking eye contact, Dominic climbed onto the bed, his powerful frame towering over Asa's delicate form. He lowered himself onto her, their bodies melding together in a perfect union, and captured her lips in an impassioned kiss that spoke of his unquenchable hunger.