"Luka!" A sudden force knocked Luka to the ground. "I missed you, shorty!" William was the source of that sudden impact, his slightly muscular frame overwhelming the fragile Luka.
Luka's instinctive reaction was to protect his stomach. "William." He grinned at his now fully mated best friend.
After a minor argument about Luka's health, the devil finally allowed him to get out of bed, though it resulted in a tangled mess.
The throne room had somehow become the go-to spot for the couples to spend time together, and now they found themselves there once again.
"How are you feeling, mistress?" Jonathan smirked at the poor, innocent, clueless Luka.
"What do you mean, Jonathan?" Luka rolled his eyes and nestled his small body against Xavier's muscular and surprisingly comfortable frame. The devil wrapped his arms around the smaller figure and shot a dagger-like glare in Jonathan's direction. William snickered and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Luka.
