But the problem is… I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want either of them to stop.
That realisation is both freeing and terrifying.
If we keep going, if we become bonded… how would I feel about that? How would they?
The thought cuts through the haze. Kane must feel the shift because his consuming kisses slow. Not in disappointment or rejection, but restraint, like he’s giving me time to breathe. Proving he can.
The sound of rustling also fractures the moment. “Quietly, Sai. Don’t startle—”
“MORNING, FUCKERS!” The door slams open, crashing into the wall.
Power snaps through the room. The brothers jolt upright, shadows surge, metallic crackles blind, and a shimmering barrier forms before I even breathe.
“Relax. Always so fucking dramatic.” Sai’s voice drips with amusement, no apology in sight as he strolls in, and what a sight it is.
He saunters in with a lazy predatory swagger, charcoal joggers riding low, markings snaking around all those hard lines and down to that wicked V. When I do manage to drag my eyes up, I notice a tray balanced in one hand.
His smirk sharpens when his gaze finds me.“Morning, baby.”
Julien trails behind, with a sigh and slight smile, all casual and elegant with one hand tucked into a pocket of the same sinful pants, but black. The last time I saw Julien without a shirt on, he was chained and bloody… Now.
Goddesses. Damned.
There isn’t a single blemish on that smooth, dark skin. It’s all warm, deep brown and even with the hard muscle rippling with each measured step, it looks so soft.
“You fuckingidiot,” Ezekial growls, breaking my focus as the metallic shadows disperse.
Sai, unbothered and smug, sets the tray down on the side table before sliding onto the bed, laying stomach flat, but propped up on an elbow, resting his chin in a hand as peers up at me.
“Did you sleep well?” His voice, even soft and sweet, holds an edge of sin, eyes twinkling with specks of sapphire mischief. “Dream of me?”
My pulse is still racing. From the abrupt entrance but also the fact that not one of these men have something covering the top half of their bodies.
I swallow.“Whydid you do that?”I ask only Sai, narrowing my eyes.
“I could feel you panicking…”My face softens, just a little, then he grins.“We made breakfast.”
“Imade breakfast,” Julien corrects, easing onto the bed at my right. Even sitting, those muscles are on full display. “Sai moped.”
“I put eight pieces of bread into the toaster, Jules,” Sai scoffs, shaking his head.
I laugh softly, sinking back into the pillows, still trying to catch up and not look at their bodies too obviously. Kane was justdevouringmy mouth, Ezekial murmuring devotion in my ear, and now… breakfast.
Kane’s still sat up, body tense, jaw tight, shadows lingering around him. He’s braced like he’s preparing to stand or…flit.
“Stay?”I say, now only to him.
He flinches, I don’t know if the others notice, because I’m only looking at him. He turns to me, and I try to make what Ihope is a pleading expression. When his eyes soften and his body relaxes, I smile.
Ezekial shifts beside me. “We need to talk about last night.”
Now I tense, gaze darting to Ezekial with flushed cheeks. “Right now?” I whisper.
He frowns, then something clicks and he chuckles. “Not that part.”
“Before we discuss any part of last night.” Julien reaches for the tray, placing it on the bed. “You need to eat.”
Ezekial groans. Kane says nothing.
