That wasn’t my experience when I first opened the HimLock app.
“And the sex?” I ask because I’m done pretending this isn’t the part that truly haunts me. “I’ve slept with all three of you now.”
Silas doesn’t even blink. “You have.”
“Was that planned?”
“We didn’t plan on having sex with you. It just happened.” Jace shakes his head like he can’t believe what he just said. “But none of us are pretending it didn’t happen… or that it didn’t affect us.”
Now that I’m looking at them fully awake, not drunk or riding adrenaline, I’m remembering more and more from the nights I spent with them.
“You’re undivided attention,” Jace said to me as he smirked and rolled his hips.
“You can be louder for me,” Kieran encouraged, working me into another orgasm.
“You won’t forget me,” Silas murmured, sliding inside me so slowly it felt like torture.
If that was them holding back… Fuck.
A fresh wave of heat rolls through me, and I lick my lips. I’m not sure if it’s my inner whore or that retroactive anger I love so much… But I’m going to ride the high.
“I’m not scared of you,” I say, just to keep the air clear of any suspicions.
“We know,” Jace comments.
I hold my hand up. “And I’m not running.”
Silas leans forward. “Good.”
“But I’m still angry,” I admit. “And slightly confused about some things. And maybe a little?—”
“Attached?” Kieran smiles as he finishes it for me.
I purse my lips and narrow my eyes at them. “Maybe.”
Jace takes my cold coffee and passes it to Kieran. Without a word spoken between them, my mug gets replaced with hot coffee. I just stare at it for a minute, processing the conversation.
“Eris,” Jace calls gently. “Ask your next question. I see it spinning in your mind. Just say it.”
I wrap my hands around the mug, using the heat to center myself.
“Am I a project you got too invested in?” I inquire, my tone matter-of-fact, keeping all emotion at a distance because I don’t know if I’ll like the answer. “Or do you actually?—”
“Want you?” Silas interrupts, not giving me time to finish. “We want you.”
“In ways you’re not yet ready to hear,” Kieran states, ruffling his hair as he glances at the untouched food in front of me.
“And we’re not letting you go,” Jace tells me, raising his brow like he dares me to argue.
That feral thing inside me stretches languidly, warmth curling around the edges, eagerly reaching for those stirring emotions in my chest.
Possessive.
Obsessive.
Hopeful.
I’m not going anywhere.
