Damien let out a low groan as he felt himself slip out of Addy's warmth. The combination of his seed and her juices slipped between their legs and soaked the mattress under them.
"We need to burn this," he grunted, carefully shifting their unconscious mate until she wasn't in danger of lying in their mess. "There is no way I can sleep peacefully knowing that anyone else will sleep on this mattress or scent our mate."
"This room is mine," grunted Raphael from where he stood in the shadows of the window. "No one is sleeping on this mattress but us."
"And considering you are in the dog house right now, I am going to assume you'll be needing our mate's scent on you from this bed every night," smirked Lucien as he rolled out of bed, pulling the covers up and over Addy.
