Artan, still holding my hand, tries to speak. His voice comes out rusty with emotion, the words catching in his throat. He clears it roughly. Tries again.
Turning to face me fully, his dark eyes searching mine, he asks with vulnerability that makes my chest ache, "And you? Do you choose us? After everything you know now?"
I don't hesitate. Don't need to think or weigh or calculate.
Looking at all three of them in turn, meeting each pair of eyes, I say with absolute certainty, "Always."
The word is a promise. A commitment. A declaration.
I kiss Artan first, because he needs to know. Softly at first, then deeper. Slowly, savoring the taste of whiskey on his lips and something uniquely him underneath. When we break apart, our foreheads rest together, sharing breath, sharing space, sharing this moment of choosing each other.
I separate slightly but keep holding his hand, maintaining that connection. With my free hand, I reach for Erion. Pull him gently to me, drawing him into our circle of intimacy.
"I choose you," I say to him before pressing my lips to his.
The kiss is different with Erion. Passionate where Artan was gentle. Erion buries his hands in my hair, fists closing around the blonde strands, pulling me flush against the hard planes of his body. His kiss is demanding, claiming, a statement as muchas a question. I'm still connected to Artan by our clasped hands, anchored between them.
When Erion and I finally break apart, both breathing harder, I turn to Luan who's been watching with intense green eyes.
"I choose you," I tell him, my voice steady despite the emotion threatening to overflow. "All of you. Always. I love you."
Something breaks inside Luan. I can see it happen in real time. All his careful control, all his restraint, all the walls he keeps between himself and the world, they shatter like the window Artan destroyed.
He pulls me into a kiss that's intense and desperate and raw. Like he's been drowning and I'm air. Like he's been lost and I'm home.
The kiss becomes frantic quickly, escalating in heat and urgency. He grabs my hips with both hands, lifts me effortlessly off my feet. Has me straddling him while he's still standing, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.
I feel another set of lips on the side of my neck, warm and insistent. More lips on my shoulder, kissing, tasting. We're all connected now in this moment. All touching. All present and choosing this, choosing us, choosing the impossible complicated beautiful thing we're building together.
"Let's show our girl what it feels like to belong to us," Erion says against my skin.
There's a moment of pause. Brief but significant. The men exchange looks over my head, a silent conversation happening in glances and minute nods.
Then Luan starts moving toward his bedroom, still holding me against him, my body pressed to his. The others follow.
We all enter Luan's room together, crossing the threshold into his private space.
Luan lets me slide down his body slowly, deliberately, making me feel every inch of contact as my feet touch the floor. He grabs my face with both hands, palms warm against my cheeks. Kisses me again but different this time. Reverently. Like I'm something sacred. Something precious. Something that matters more than anything else in his carefully controlled world.
The mood is shifting subtly. From emotional release and desperate need to something more sensual, more deliberate. Still intense but less frantic.
While Luan is kissing me, stealing my breath and my thoughts, I feel multiple hands on my body. Some on my legs, fingers ghosting up my calves. Others at my feet, carefully removing my shoes one at a time. Others slowly pulling my dress up, inch by careful inch, like unwrapping a gift they want to savor.
I break the kiss with Luan reluctantly, need air. Hands turn me slightly.
Immediately Erion is there, his mouth capturing mine before I can fully catch my breath.
"So beautiful. So perfect. Our girl."
His words make me shiver with want.
Erion turns me gently but firmly toward Luan and Artan, positioning me facing them. Holds me back against his chest, one arm banded across my stomach. Kisses my neck from behind, teeth scraping lightly over sensitive skin in a way that makes me gasp.
Artan steps closer, his injured hands surprisingly gentle despite the damage. Starts playing with my breasts through the fabric of my bra. Then removes it with practiced ease, tossing it aside. His mouth follows where his hands led, kissing, licking, biting my nipples until they're hard peaks and I'm making sounds I can't control.
I moan, the sound escaping unbidden. Can't help it. Can't contain what they're making me feel.
Luan drops to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding up my thighs with deliberate slowness. Drags my panties down my legs with reverent attention, like this is a ritual, a ceremony. Kisses my inner thighs, his breath hot against my skin.
