Ivy nearly choked. “Orgy?” He chuckled, leaning in a fraction. “Don’t worry, that’s not included in our bargain.” Silas paused, tilting his head in intrigue. “Unless you want it to be,” he said, tips of his fangs glistening. “I’m sure I’d be full for weeks after watching you indulge in something like that.” Shivering, Ivy struggled to form a coherent thought. An orgy. With Silas watching. Being filled and fucked and caressed and— Another low growl cut off her filthy thoughts. “Definitely going to drive me mad,” he said, a muscle in his jaw twitching.
