MARCUS
Sister Margaret’s knowing smile haunts me as I pace my quarters, my hands curling into fists at my sides. She saw everything in the sacristy.
The way Charlie’s body pressed against mine, how my mouth traced her throat, the desperate hunger neither of us could hide.
By now, she’s already reported to the Bishop. By morning, we’ll be summoned for questioning that will tear apart everything we’ve built.
But tonight, I need Charlie. Need to feel connected to her one more time before the Church’s judgment destroys us.
My phone buzzes with a text from Adrian.My quarters. Midnight. All of us.
The rectory is silent when I slip through the darkened hallways.
Adrian’s door opens before I can knock, his gray eyes dark with the same desperate need burning through my veins.
Inside, Elijah sits on the edge of the bed, his golden hair catching the lamplight, his crystalline blue eyes tracking my entrance with unnerving intensity.
“Charlie?” I ask, my voice rough.
“On her way,” Adrian says quietly. His cassock is already gone, replaced by jeans and a white undershirt that clings to his broad shoulders. I can see the tension coiled in his body, the way his hands flex at his sides like he’s fighting himself.
Footsteps echo in the hallway, soft and hesitant.
Then Charlie appears in the doorway, and my breath catches.
She’s wearing a simple dress that clings to her curves, her auburn hair loose around her shoulders.
But it’s her eyes that stop me.
Those hazel eyes that shift between green and gold hold a determination I haven’t seen before.
She’s not the uncertain girl who first stumbled into our lives. She knows what she wants now.
She wants us.
“Lock the door,” she says, her voice steady despite the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
Adrian does, the click of the bolt sounding like surrender. We stand in weighted silence, the four of us, knowing this might be our last night together before everything falls apart.
Charlie moves first.
She crosses to Adrian, her hands sliding up his chest, and I watch his control shatter.
His mouth claims hers, desperate and possessive, his rosary beads pressing into her hip as he pulls her close. She gasps into the kiss, and I feel my cock harden immediately.
Dios mío.I’ve been fighting this need for days, maintaining that devastating distance while every cell in my body screamed to touch her.
Now, watching Adrian claim her mouth while his hands tangle in her hair, I can’t hold back anymore.
I move behind her, my body pressing against her back, and she arches into me.
My hands find her waist, feeling the rapid hammer of her heart beneath my palms.
Elijah joins us, his fingers threading through her hair, tilting her head so Adrian can kiss her deeper.
“Eres nuestra,” I murmur against her neck, my teeth grazing her pulse point. You’re ours. “Say it,querida.”
“I’m yours,” she breathes, and the confession makes all three of us groan.
