Soft. Slow. Careful.
My scent floods the room in a thick wave of honey and longing.
Cassian sees the change immediately. He lifts one hand and touches the side of my face. His thumb strokes my cheek. He leans forward and kisses me.
It's not rushed. It is not greedy. It is steady and sure, like he has been waiting years and refuses to scare me.
His mouth is warm. The kiss deepens gently. His hand cups my jaw, and my body melts into it. The world blurs and narrows until there is only the press of his lips and the steady rhythm of his breathing.
When he pulls back, I'm dizzy.
Jett kisses the side of my neck, slow and careful. Pine nuzzles the back of my shoulder.
I feel anchored by three points of warmth, three solid bodies, three different scents merging with mine. Smoke and cedar and sandalwood wrapped in honey.
My voice is barely a whisper. "Is this really happening?"
"Yes," Jett says.
"You can stop any time," Cassian adds.
Pine's voice is quiet. "But do you want to stop?"
My answer comes without hesitation. "No."
Cassian rises from the couch and gently guides me to stand. My legs tremble, but his hand stays at my waist to support me. Jett stands too. Pine stays close behind me, his chest warm against my back.
Cassian takes my hand and leads me to the small office chaise near the window, soft cushions and warm light. He lowers me onto it, slow and gentle, like I am something he refuses to drop.
Jett sits beside me, his hands warm on my thighs. Pine kneels behind, arms encircling my waist. Their bodies form a wall of heat and scent and strength.
My breathing trembles. My body arches into touch that is too soft, too sweet. Cassian sits at my feet and pulls off my shoes, rubbing small circles on my ankles to ease the tension.
Everything feels slow and warm and safe. The heat rises in waves but does not drown me.
Jett tilts my chin toward him and kisses me again. His hand slides along my hip, steadying me. Pine presses his lips to the back of my neck. Cassian rests his forehead against my knee, breathing me in.
My skin tingles everywhere they touch. My body relaxes into their warmth. I am surrounded, supported, and the fear is gone.
"Let go," Jett murmurs against my mouth. "We've got you."
Pine's hand slides lower, finding exactly where I need him. The pressure builds. Not painful anymore. Just need.
"That's it," Pine says quietly. His voice rumbles through my back. "Just feel."
Cassian's hands move up my calves, grounding me. Jett's thumb traces my jaw. Pine's fingers work steady circles that make my breath hitch.
The tension coils tighter. Different from the cramping ache of heat. This is pleasure, pure and simple, building until I can't think anymore.
"Please," I whisper, not sure what I'm asking for.
"We've got you," Jett says again. "Just let it happen."
Pine's rhythm doesn't change. Steady. Patient. Perfect.
The orgasm hits like a wave breaking. My body goes taut, then releases all at once. The pain that's been clawing at me for hours simply disappears, replaced by pure relief that radiates outward from my core.
I gasp. My hands clutch at Jett's shirt. Pine holds me steady as I shake.
