The tile floor was an abrupt iciness against Dorian's skin after the relaxing, muscle-melting heat of the baths. He yowled against losing the comfortable bathwater, and against the claiming hands on his hips, wriggling beneath Bull's grip until he pulled one of Dorian's legs up and hooked it, as if it was the purpose of them, right over his long horn.

The whispers grew louder. Dorian was half mortified, despite knowing none of it would have any consequences. The other half was immensely turned on. The whole ordeal was brutal and erotic.

His thighs trembled. His cock gave a needy bounce when Bull dragged his hot tongue down it. Dorian wasn't sure he'd ever been harder.

"It's cold up here!"

He moved to pull himself back into the welcoming, rose-scented water.