Risk and Shock curse, and when Arc pinches the bridge of his nose, I know I’m not the only one mentally scolding him.
“I’m not choosing.” He should already know that.
“Three of us arenotgoing to fit. Youhaveto choose.” He glances at the other two… he thinks it will be them. “I’m an asshole. No one can stand me. It makes the most sense for it to be one of them.”
I take hold of the front of his suit and pull him down to me. “What in the absolute chaos of my thoughts has led you to think I don’t want you just as much as I want them?”
“You can’t have all three of us.”
I can.
His brows pinch and his jaw tightens. “Chrys…”
“I want all three of you. Margot called me greedy, Jessica would call me foolish. I don’t care. I know that it’s supposed to be the four of us. Not me and one of you plus the other two. Not three of us with one left out. The universe, thesaintsthemselves gave you to me, I’m not going to spit in their faces bynottaking all three of you.”
When he starts to argue, I shake my head. “Women have bonded to multiple Sian men before.”
“Just because it worked with two…”
I raise my brows and he stops talking. “I don’t know the science behind it. I’ve never been one to particularly care about that. But what I do know is that it’s fluid related, and fluidsmix.”
He blinks at me, and I can see him searching my thoughts for a clearer picture.
“You’re going to come in a cup, all three of you. I am going to mix that cum upthoroughlyand we are going to make thisbonding happen. It’s unorthodox, but damnit, I’m not going to settle. I shouldn’t have to. And neither should you.”
“What if it doesn’t work?”
I look past him to where Shock and Risk are quietly waiting. “My plan’s going to work, right?”
Risk dips his head in a single nod. “Yes.”
Shooting a ‘told ya so’ glance at Arc, I ask Shock, “And you’ve seen the four of us bonded, right?”
He nods too and Arc tenses, his brow ridges practically forming a single line, and I have a feeling Shock’s thoughts gave him more than even I thought to ask.
I take his hand, squeezing. “Eventually, all three of you will fit. I’m sure of that.”
The way Arc looks at the other two, I know they know it too. “But to make this work, we need to do thingsunconventionally to start.”
When his jaw firms like he’s going to refuse again, I ask, “Why are you fighting me? Even if you don’t believe me, giving in gets what you want. Me,” I stab him in the chest with my finger, “Bonded. Tonight.”
“I’m not fighting you.”
“You’re a horrible liar.”
But he doesn’t fight me when I lead the way into the bedroom.
He doesn’t try to run away when Shock and Risk hold his hands. He stands patiently, waiting.
I hold up the turkey baster and the chemistry beaker. “Please, Arc. Trust me. Trust us.”
He looks at the implements and his head twists, eyes narrowing in thought as I mentally run through the process.
Finally, he takes a deep breath and acquiesces, verbally, like I’ve asked for. “Okay.”
He doesn’t look like he believes me… but he doesn’thaveto believe me. He just has to do what we tell him to, because this is going to work.
ARC
