Until her toes curled against those expensive sheets.
Until the dragon dripped from her pussy.
I blinked and the fantasy dissolved.
Hiro cleared his throat as if he’d been thinking the same thing.
I looked at him. “Kenji and you share women, but did you share his Scales?”
Hiro's smirk faded into something more thoughtful. "We grew up with them."
"Still. . .you never. . .?"
"Never." He shook his head firmly. "Kenji and I, we see them as sisters. Still do. The thought of. . .no. It would feel wrong. Like a violation of something sacred."
I studied his face, looking for any hint of deception and found none.
"They were little girls running around our father's compound. Yuki used to follow Kenji everywhere, clutching the hem of his shirt. Mami would draw stick figures for us. Hina cried for her grandmother every night for the first year. Kenji and I would give her extra hugs." His voice softened. "You don't look at women like that when you've seen them as children first. When you've watched them grow. When you've protected them."
"I understand."
"My brother has never touched any of them. Not once. Not even a kiss on their foreheads." Hiro's gaze moved back to the dragon vibrator still lying on the bed. "Which makes this even sadder."
I grabbed the edge of the decorative pillowcase, using the fabric as a barrier. Carefully, I maneuvered the vibrator back into its hiding place and tucking it deep into the pillow's interior without ever letting my bare skin touch it.
Alright. That’s done.
I smoothed the pillow and set it back in its precise position among the others.
Maybe, she won’t know that we saw this.
When I looked up, Hiro was watching me with approval.
"Well. . ." I dusted off my hands and turned to face him fully. "You and I are now sis and bro so. . ."
A wicked chuckle rumbled from his chest—low, dark, and full of heat that had no business existing between new siblings. "That's different."
"It's not."
"Nyomi. . .you are going to be shared by us."
I laughed. "I don't get any say?"
Hiro stepped closer, and the air between us thickened. His eyes held mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.
"You put me to sleep." His voice dropped lower. "Your food made sure I didn't have any nightmares. You belong to both of us now."
The words landed somewhere between threat and promise.
My heart kicked against my ribs.
"Wow." I held his gaze, refusing to look away even as heat crept up my neck. "That's quite the claim."
"It's not a claim." He smiled—slow, dangerous, and certain. "It's a fact."
I opened my mouth to argue, to remind him that I was Kenji's and only Kenji's, that whatever arrangement they'd had with other women didn't apply to me, but something in his expression stopped me.
This wasn't about sex.
