VIVIENNE's POV
My head felt like it was going to split wide open.
The moment Maddox pulled out his length from me and slumped into my shoulders, I suddenly felt a splurge of heat coursing through my veins.
The four distinct marks they had placed on my neck, shoulder, and collarbone didn't just burn, they thrummed with a violent, synchronized pulse that forced its way directly into my bloodstream.
Suddenly, I could hear everything.
It wasn't just the sound of our ragged breathing in the quiet bedroom.
I could hear the rhythmic, heavy thumping of four separate hearts beating around me—Roman's deep and steady, Cassian's fast and aggressive, Rhys's heavy, and Maddox's dark and erratic.
I could hear the faint murmur of pack guards talking two floors down at the courtyard gate.
I could hear the distant rustle of leaves at the tree line a mile away.
The sudden sensory assault rushed into my mind all at once, making my skull throb with a sickening, blinding pressure.
