It began like most dreams do, familiar but wrong. The cabin looked the same, yet everything about it shimmered in a softer kind of darkness, like candlelight bending through smoke. The air smelled faintly of firewood, and beneath that, something warmer. Something human.
I stood in the center of the room, barefoot. The floor was cool beneath my feet, grounding me in a place that felt real even though I knew it wasn’t. Then came the low voices behind me, quiet, deep. A blend of tones that rolled through my body before my mind even recognized them.
Majesty. Lex.
I didn’t turn right away. I couldn’t. Their voices wrapped around me like silk, smooth and unrelenting.
“Cami.” Majesty’s voice was rough, deliberate. It tugged at something deep in me.
“Look at us,” Lex said from the other side, calm but commanding. The sound of his voice slid along my spine like a touch I hadn’t earned but wanted anyway.
I turned.
Majesty stood to my left, jaw tight, that familiar intense energy brewing inside him. Lex mirrored him to my right, all quiet control and patience. The two of them felt like opposite ends of the same storm, and I was the lightning caught between.
They moved in slow circles around me, never touching. The air grew warmer, thicker, the space shrinking with every heartbeat.
“What is this?” I asked, but my voice came out small. Distant.
Majesty’s gaze softened. “Exactly what you want.”
Lex’s voice followed, low and certain. “What you’ve been dreaming about since you met us.”
I shook my head, but they kept coming closer. Majesty stopped first, his hand hovering near my cheek, close enough that the heat from his skin brushed mine.
“You feel it,” he murmured.
I wanted to deny it, but my pulse betrayed me. It pounded in my ears, in my chest, in every inch of me. Then Lex stepped closer from behind. His presence wasn’t demanding. It steadied. His breath grazed my neck, and I forgot how to breathe entirely.
“Tell us to stop,” he whispered.
The words hung between us, a dare wrapped in mercy. But I didn’t. Couldn’t. Majesty smiled faintly, a broken kind of triumph, and his fingers finally brushed my skin. The contact was barely there, but it split the world open.
The room tilted. Or maybe it was me. My knees felt unsteady even though I hadn’t moved. Majesty’s fingers lingered on my skin, and Lex’s hand pressed gently against the small of my back, claiming me. The two of them, so close, breathing me in, and every nerve ending screamed in protest and want.
“Cami…” Majesty’s voice was velvet and steel, heavy with promise.
I swallowed hard, trying to break the spell. But Lex’s lips brushed my neck, and all thought of resistance evaporated. His presence was steady, a counterweight to Majesty’s storm. The two of them pulled me into the space between them, and I felt whole, dangerous, and exposed all at once.
My mind reeled with desire coursing through me. Majesty’s warmth pressed against my side, Lex’s steady weight against my back. Their movements weren’t violent, but they unraveled me. My pulse raced, heart clattering against my ribs.
“Do you want us?” Majesty asked, voice low. Not a question really. A demand to seek the sensations coursing through me and decide to take him up on his offer. I wanted to scream that I did. That it scared me and thrilled me in equal measure. But words stuck in my throat.
Lex’s hand slid higher, tracing the line of my spine in slow, measured strokes. His touch was deliberate, teasing, and it sparked fire along my nerves, fire that Majesty’s presence fanned into flames.
It was too much. My chest heaved. Every exhale felt like it was being stolen from me. I was trembling, caught in the magnetic pull of two forces that had shaped me, that had broken me, that now threatened to consume me entirely.
Majesty whispered again, close enough I felt the brush of his lips against my ear. “We want you.”
Lex’s voice followed, a shadow on the other side, “And we’ve waited to see if you’d let us in.”
My mind shattered between the two. I wanted to give in. And with them so close, it became impossible to know which desire to honor first.
The dream blurred, heat and whispered names melding together. Every rational thought drowned under the currentof sensation, leaving only the pulse, the proximity, and the undeniable, aching pull of two people who had shaped the contours of my heart and body.
I leaned into both of them, molding to the pull of Majesty against my front and Lex behind me. Every nerve ending tingled, alive with fire and longing I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in years.
Majesty’s lips brushed my shoulder, trailing up my neck, slow, deliberate, teasing. My fingers twitched, aching to find him, to claim him. Lex’s hand on my hip grounded me, guiding me, whispering in contact that this was okay, that I could want this, that I could want them.
