6: Clement.

It’s a good thing Dasha sleeps like the dead. Otherwise, I don’t think either of us would feel comfortable working night shifts while the other was home alone with the girl. If we were ravenous for her before, that hunger has only escalated. We stand over her bed for an hour after the pleasure, watching the rise and fall of her chest, tracing the curve of her ass with single-minded possession.

Mine.

That word beats in my veins like a snare drum, never ceasing. But I have to find a way to come to terms with Dasha being…ours. I don’t question her determination. Her bravery in the hospital told me all about her metal spine. Not to mention the way she issues ultimatums to two males twice her size. The sweet, sexy fairy I’m living for has nerve—and if she says she’ll leave if we don’t get on board, I believe her.

Last night, Nicholas and I couldn’t decide who would sleep beside her, so she ended up in the guest bedroom, at an equal distance between the other two bedrooms. I ached to hold h