He had just gotten married today. Today. It was supposed to be one of the most significant nights of his life. A celebration. A night of intimacy, of union, of claiming and being claimed. Instead, he stood alone in the corridor, having had a door slammed in his face by the very woman he was now mated to.
Crassus growled softly, running a hand through his dark hair. "Rolling in the sheets," he muttered to himself bitterly. "Isn't that what newlyweds are supposed to do? Not get exiled from the bedroom."
He turned away from the closed door with a huff. If he wasn't getting any sleep or pleasure tonight, then no one else should either. Misery did love company, after all.
A wicked idea sparked in his mind, one that made his lips curl into a mischievous, if annoyed, smirk. Elliott and Caspian. His ever-loyal Beta and his best warrior. Caspian didn't even have a wife, but that didn't mean he should get the luxury of uninterrupted sleep. And as for Elliott…
