Selena.
For a mont, nothing existed outside of him. The cave, the cold stone beneath my feet, and the silence that had once pressed heavily around all seed to fade into the background, leaving only Edris and the overwhelming weight of his presence against mine.
It was suffocating in a way that made it impossible to think clearly, impossible to separate where I ended and he began, and yet I could not bring myself to pull away from it.
Edris curled his fingers inside and a shuddering orgasm ran through my body, leaving breathless.
Edris didn’t take off his fingers imdiately, and when he did, he brough his fingers to his lips and licked it clean. Then, he kissed allowing to taste myself on his lips.
The aftermath of it still lingered through my body, leaving unsteady and breathless, my fingers clutching weakly at his shirt as though it was the only thing keeping grounded.
Edris did not move away imdiately. He remained close, his gaze lowered to with an intensity that made heat rise beneath my skin, as though he was deliberately taking his ti, making sure I felt every second of it before he finally shifted.
When he leaned in again and captured my mouth, deepening the mont instead of letting it fade, it left even more disoriented, as though I had stepped into sothing I could not fully control.
It was only then that I felt it, a subtle shift in the air that made sothing inside tighten. Awareness crept back slowly, almost unwillingly, and with it ca the realization that we were not alone.
My breath caught as I beca conscious of them again. Kael and Ronan were no longer standing at a distance.
They had moved closer, their presence filling the space in a way that was impossible to ignore, their eyes fixed on us with a dark, unreadable intensity.
The realization struck all at once, and my body stiffened instinctively, but it was far too late to pull away or pretend that nothing had happened.
There was no hiding it now, no way to take back what they had already seen or what I had just given. Edris did not allow the space to retreat even if I had tried.
His hand tightened slightly at my waist, firm and unyielding, keeping exactly where I was while his gaze remained fixed on my face, as though he was searching for sothing beneath everything I had not said.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low and edged with quiet mockery. "You still want to pretend you don’t need us?"
My lips parted, but no answer ca, because I did not know what to say, and because everything inside felt too tangled and exposed to put into words.
Before I could gather myself, Kael stepped forward, his movents slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine.
There was sothing in his expression that made my chest tighten, sothing that was not softness or comfort, but sothing sharper, sothing controlled, sothing that made it clear that whatever this mont was, it was far from over.
Ronan followed him, quieter but no less imposing, and the two of them closed the distance until I could feel them around without either of them needing to touch .
Their presence alone was enough to make my breath co unevenly, enough to make the space feel smaller, more suffocating, and far more intense than I was ready to handle.
"Barely minutes ago, you couldn’t stand us," Kael said, his voice calm, though there was a clear edge beneath it, "and now you look like you cannot even breathe without us."
I swallowed, forcing myself to hold his gaze even as the heat rose to my face. "I didn’t ask for your help."
"No," Ronan replied quietly, his voice coming from just behind , close enough to make aware of every inch of space between us. "You didn’t."
There was a brief pause before he continued, and when he did, his tone was steady and certain. "But you didn’t refuse it either."
The truth in his words settled heavily in my chest, and I hated that they could see it, hated that they understood sothing I could barely admit to myself. "I would have handled it," I insisted, though my voice lacked the strength it had carried earlier.
Kael’s expression did not change. "You keep saying that."
"Because it’s true," I replied, though even to my own ears, it did not sound as convincing as I wanted it to.
Edris let out a quiet breath, sothing between a scoff and a low laugh. "You keep trying to prove that you don’t need us," he said, his voice rougher now, "but your wolf tells a different story."
At the ntion of Lyra, sothing stirred within again, that familiar pull tightening in a way that made it harder to think clearly. It was stronger now, more insistent, and far more difficult to ignore than it had been before.
"That doesn’t an anything," I said, shaking my head slightly.
"It ans everything," Ronan replied, and the certainty in his voice made sothing in my chest tighten because part of knew he believed it completely, and part of was beginning to believe it too.
I took a small step back, needing space, needing to think, needing to breathe, but I did not get far before Kael’s hand closed around my wrist. His grip was firm, not harsh, but unyielding enough to remind that I was not going anywhere.
"Where do you think you’re going?" he asked.
"I just need a mont," I started, but he cut off.
"You’re not leaving."
The simplicity of his words made my breath catch, and with it ca that sa sense of control, that sa quiet decision being made for without my consent.
"I didn’t say I was leaving," I said quickly.
"You were," Edris replied.
"And you still are," Ronan added.
I looked between them, frustration rising again, but it no longer felt as sharp as it had before. Instead, it felt tangled with sothing else, sothing I could not quite separate from it.
"You don’t get to decide that," I said, though my voice lacked its earlier force.
Kael stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat of him, steady and unshaken. "We have been too soft with you," he said. "That is why you think you can do as you please."
His gaze dropped briefly, taking in in a way that made my pulse quicken despite myself. "Do you know we have a million ways we can punish you?"
I did not answer, because I did not know how to respond to that, and because sothing inside was already shifting in a way I could not control.
Edris’s hand remained at my waist, steady and grounding, while Ronan’s presence behind pressed closer, surrounding completely.
"You don’t get to run from us," Ronan said quietly near my ear, and the closeness of his voice sent a shiver through that I could not suppress, no matter how much I wanted to.
"Didnt you say you hated us," Edris murmured, his tone softer now but no less dangerous.
My chest tightened. "I..." I started, but the words would not co, because they no longer felt entirely true.
Kael’s grip on my wrist loosened slightly, his thumb brushing slowly against my skin. "Say it again," he said.
I looked at him, my breath uneven, and tried again, but nothing followed, because I could not force the words out when sothing inside had already shifted.
"You can’t," Ronan said quietly, and it was not a question.
It was a statent.
My chest rose and fell as sothing inside gave way, not completely, but enough to dull the edge of my anger and weaken the distance I had been trying so hard to maintain.
Edris tilted my chin, forcing to et his gaze. "Good," he said, and the word settled into in a way I did not want to acknowledge.
I hated how easily they affected , how quickly they could unravel everything I thought I was holding onto, and even more, I hated how much I wanted them to.
My eyes stung, and I blinked quickly, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, trying to stay strong even as everything inside began to slip.
"I will stay... only if you make feel wanted," I whispered, the truth leaving before I could stop it.
For a brief mont, Kael’s expression shifted, sothing softer flickering beneath the surface before it disappeared.
"You don’t get to make that condition," he said.
Ronan’s voice followed, quieter but just as firm. "You stay whether you want to or not."
Edris’s hand tightened slightly at my waist. "With us."
The words settled heavily around , not a question, not a choice, but sothing certain and unyielding.
My breath caught as Lyra stirred again, stronger now, her presence pressing forward with a need that blurred everything else, making it harder to think, harder to resist, harder to leave.
I closed my eyes briefly.
And for the first ti since I had walked away from them, I did not try to pull back.
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