I want that sound.
I want it from her mouth against mine.
I want it with her pressed beneath my hands.
I want it when she says my name.
Kael moves behind her, not touching, just grounding.His hands slide over the back of the couch, caging her gently between us.His breath is at her ear.
“Slow,” he murmurs, voice low.“Let her choose.”
She pulls back from Finn only long enough to turn her face toward me.
My body goes hot in a way I haven’t felt in years.
She reaches for me.
I meet her halfway.
The kiss hits like a punch.Harder, hungrier, heat slamming through my veins.She tastes like pastry and winter air and something soft I’ve wanted to touch for weeks.I slide my hand to her waist, gripping just enough to feel the tremble in her breath.
“Atlas,” she whispers against my mouth.
I almost lose the thin thread of control I’m holding.
Finn kisses her shoulder.Kael places one large hand at the back of her neck, steady, gentle, guiding her hair away from her face.
She leans into all three of us at once.
And everything inside me shifts.
Not possessiveness.
Not jealousy.
Not confusion.
Something older.
Something raw.
Something like all three of us anchoring her in place while she lets go for the first time.
My fingers drift under the hem of her shirt, brushing warm skin.She gasps softly, turning into it, arching slightly.Finn’s breath hits her collarbone.Kael’s thumb strokes the back of her neck.
“Wren,” Kael murmurs, voice rough.“Tell us what you need.”
She lets out a shaky exhale.“Don’t stop.”
I groan softly, forehead pressing to hers for a moment before kissing her again.Finn trails kisses down her jaw, his lips soft and playful.Kael leans in, brushing her temple, his breath steadying her even while mine falls apart.
The three of us move around her like instinct.
Like heat.
Like gravity.
Like we’ve been orbiting this moment since the day she walked into our lives.
