“I can leave,” he says lowly, though there’s no real weight behind it. More of a dare than a threat.
Graham steps forward, each footfall deliberate. “You’re here, aren’t you?”
His attention shifts to me. Heavy. Anchoring.
“Is this what you want, Willow?”
My voice barely leaves me, but it’s certain. “Yes.”
That’s all Graham needs.
He turns to Hunter. “Lock the door.”
Hunter does, without another word.
Finn shifts again under me, restless with energy he doesn’t know where to put. Carson leans in, brushing hisknuckles down the side of Finn’s face, thumb lingering on his jaw.
“Breathe,” he whispers, voice dark with promise. “You’re not in charge tonight.”
Finn’s eyes flick to Carson, then to me. His chest rises faster, pulse thudding under his skin. And then—his mouth curls.
A little grin. Crooked. Sharp-edged. Wanting.
“Good,” he rasps. “I was getting bored of being in control.”
Graham’s smile is slow and dangerous. “Then you’re about to have the time of your life.”
He steps in close enough that his shadow swallows us. His chest is still damp, heat rising off his skin in waves. His scent wraps around the room, a command none of us can resist, least of all me. I love this side of him. Excited tension spools out in my stomach, and I can feel even more slick saturating my bottoms.
“I want eyes on me.”
We all turn at once.
“This isn’t just sex. This is us. Every one of us. And we’re going to show him what it means to be part of this. To be ours, to be yours.” He meets my eyes before his gaze lands on Finn.
Finn stares back and, to his credit, doesn’t blink. “You gonna make me say please, too, alpha?”
Carson snorts. Hunter lets out a quiet “shit” under his breath.
Graham just smiles. “You’ll beg me to give you release, and I promise you’ll say more than please.”
Finn’s head tips back, exposing the long line of his throat. “Try me.”
Graham’s hands slide to my face. He tilts my chin up and kisses me softly, then looks back at Finn.
“It means surrender in every way,” he murmurs. “It means you'll be mine. Ours. Every inch of you. Every sound. Every want. Every fucking need. I’ll break you, just to put you back together again. And that requires trust we haven’t built yet.”
His gaze doesn’t waver. “Still in?”
Finn’s eyes are blown wide, pupils swallowed by black. But his voice—his voice is wrecked and reverent all at once.
“I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Graham grins, and this time, it’s all teeth.
“Then let’s begin.”
My breath stutters as Graham’s hands drop from my face, trailing lightly down my arms. His touch is gentle and loving, grounding me before the storm.
