Betrayed By One. Bound To Three Chapter 95: Tangled

Selena

"I hate you."

The words echoed in the space between us, sharp and final.

No one answered.

Not Kael. Not Ronan. Not even Edris.

That silence was worse than anything they could have said.

I kept talking anyway.

I did not even know why. Maybe because if I had stopped, I would feel it. The hurt. The confusion. The way sothing between us had twisted into sothing I no longer recognized.

"You don’t get to decide for ," I snapped, still struggling against Edris’s hold. "You don’t get to drag back like I belong to you—"

He did not respond.

None of them did.

They just kept walking.

By the ti we reached the cave, my voice was hoarse, my chest tight, my anger tangled with sothing dangerously close to breaking.

Edris carried inside without a word.

Kael and Ronan stayed at the entrance.

Watching.

Guarding.

Or maybe just making sure I did not try to run again.

The mont we were inside, Edris dropped onto my feet.

I staggered slightly but caught myself.

"You are unbelievable," I snapped imdiately, shoving at his chest. "You think you can just—"

He turned away.

Like I was nothing.

Like I was not even worth the effort of a response.

That hurt more than everything else.

"Say sothing!" I hit him again, harder this ti. "At least pretend you care enough to argue with !"

He kept walking.

Sothing inside snapped.

I grabbed his arm, trying to pull him back. "I am talking to you!"

That was when it happened.

His hand ca up so fast I did not even see it.

One second I was standing there.

The next, his fingers were wrapped tightly around my throat.

A sharp gasp tore from my lips as my body froze in shock.

My hands flew to his wrist instantly, scratching, clawing, trying to pry him off.

But he did not budge.

Not even a little.

My breaths ca shallow and uneven, panic flaring as I struggled against him.

"Edris—" I choked.

He stepped closer.

Slow.

Controlled.

Dangerous.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Kael and Ronan at the entrance.

They were watching.

They saw struggling.

They saw his hand on my throat.

And they did nothing.

"You said you hate us," Edris said quietly, his voice low and rough.

My chest tightened.

"Let’s see how much you an it."

Before I could react, his mouth crashed against mine.

The force of it stunned .

I stiffened instantly, refusing to respond, my hands pushing against him, trying to break free.

But he did not stop.

He deepened the kiss, relentless, demanding, like he was trying to take sothing from .

I turned my head, trying to pull away.

He followed.

My nails dug into his arm.

I bit down on his lip.

Hard.

He reacted, I felt it, but he did not pull back.

If anything, it only made him press closer. His tongue went deeper inside my mouth, letting his tallic blood.

My resistance began to falter.

Not because I wanted it to.

But because my body was betraying .

Because Lyra was stirring.

No.

Not just stirring.

Leaning into it.

Welcoming it.

I shook my head weakly, my hands still pushing at him, but there was less strength in it now.

"Stop..." I whispered, though it ca out broken.

He did not stop.

And worse—

I did not try as hard to make him.

My breath hitched as sothing shifted inside .

That pull.

That bond.

That need I had been trying so hard to ignore all day.

It was there.

Stronger than my anger.

Stronger than my pride.

My hands slowly loosened against his chest.

My resistance softened.

And then, without aning to—

I kissed him back.

Tentatively.

Uncertain.

My lips moved against his, slower now, hesitant, like I was testing sothing I did not fully understand anymore.

Tears slipped down my cheeks.

I did not even realize when they started.

I loved them.

That was the truth I could not run from.

No matter how cold they had been.

No matter how much they had hurt .

I loved them.

And I did not understand what had gone wrong.

Maybe this would fix it.

Maybe this would remind them.

Remind us.

My fingers curled into his shirt, holding on.

Not out of anger anymore.

But sothing softer.

Sothing desperate.

Edris’s grip on my throat loosened, though he did not let go completely.

His other hand moved, pulling closer, like he needed there.

Like he was not letting go again.

Slowly he worked his hand under my dress and started teasing , touching in places that made moan shalessly into his mouth.

He roughly pushed two fingers into my pussy, using his thumb to roughly flick my clit while he fucked hard.

His fingers went in and out smoothly and they stretched open with every thrust. He knew exactly where to touch and it was amazing.

My hips slowly starts grinding against his hand, unable to think of anything else but the intense desire that was stating to burn in my veins.

My breaths ca uneven, my body leaning into his without thinking, like he was the only solid thing left in the world.

"You say you hate us," he murmured against my lips, his voice rough, almost accusing. "Yet you are dripping wet, and so fucking horny,"

I did not answer him. I didn’t know how to.

Maybe because at that sa mont I felt him insert his third finger, picking up the pace at which he was fucking .

"Oh!...gwad! Edris!.."

My eyes fluttered shut.

Streams of moans shalessly escaped my lips, nothing felt clear anymore.

Only tangled.

Only overwhelming.

Only... them.

My thoughts blurred, my control slipping further as Lyra pressed forward, her presence strong, insistent, pulling deeper into the bond I had tried to resist.

I clung to him.

And for a mont—

Just a mont—

Everything else faded.