“Is your bedroom at the camp large enough for a big, beastly aytorin?” Gloam asked with a smile in his voice. I snorted. “You’re, like, the most refined person I know. Not beastly at all. And yes, there’s room. If it’s too small for you, I’ll knock down a wall and we can double up.” He chuckled. “Won’t the other raiders have something to say about that?” “As if I give a shit what they think.” I kissed his neck, all the way up to his sweet ear, my stomach warming when Gloam sighed with pleasure. “I’ll give you anything you want. If that’s a bigger room, I’ll make it happen.”
