"Yes, yours." There was no point in denying it. Caleb had given himself heart and soul to Essek before now. He let his head fall back against the couch to watch Essek above him. He was such a gorgeous sight. He could get used to this. Wanted to get used to this and have it be familiar. He wanted it to be his life.

Their life.

"I would be honored to help you find you warmth," he said as he stroked his fingers along Essek's leg. "And to know what it is to be treasured and adored. Loved. Because you are. Not just by me though the Nein love you in a different way."

He imagined none of them wanted to kiss Essek or bed him the way Caleb did. They all had their own lovers. Caduceus excluded. This was all his.