Evaline:
I lay there, trembling, every muscle in my body aching from the intensity of what they had put through. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath.
Soone finally freed my wrists, but they felt heavy, useless, like they belonged to soone else. The blindfold was gone too seconds later, but my eyes remained closed, refusing to et theirs.
I could still feel them on - warm hands smoothing over my belly, fingers ghosting over my hips, lips pressing kisses over the marks they had left on my skin. My body was humming with aftershocks, my thighs felt weak, and my core was still pulsing faintly from the last wave they had dragged into. Yet I didn’t give them a word. Not even a sigh in response.
I was mad.
Or at least I wanted to be.
They had pushed , played , left confused, lost, floating in a sea where I couldn’t tell whose touch belonged to whom. I had begged in ways I never thought I would, broken apart in their hands... and instead of giving clarity, they drowned in mystery.
So I stayed silent.
If they wanted my words, they would have to earn them.
The bed dipped as one of them moved, and then a warm, damp cloth brushed against my skin. I startled at the touch, my lashes fluttering open only for to quickly avert my gaze, staring at the wall instead of at them. The cloth moved carefully over my chest, down my belly, between my thighs - gentle now, tender, so unlike the ruthless way they had claid just monts ago.
"You are still shaking, love" Draven murmured, his voice low and coaxing. "Don’t hold it in, Eva. Let us take care of you."
I pressed my lips tighter, refusing to answer.
I felt him shifting closer before his arm slid beneath my shoulders and he pulled against his chest. His familiar scent wrapped around , and I was finally able to tell him apart from Oscar. He brushed his fingers through my hair, slow and unhurried, as if untangling the chaos they had left in.
"Mad at us, hm?" he whispered against my temple. There was a smile in his tone. A knowing one. "I can feel it... you want to glare at us, don’t you? But you can’t even keep your eyes open."
I exhaled sharply through my nose, trying to push against his chest, but it was half-hearted at best. My strength was gone, and he knew it.
Oscar returned with a fresh cloth, this one warm instead of damp, and he pressed it against my inner thighs, cleaning with patience. Every stroke was careful, reverent almost, like he was afraid I would break apart completely if he wasn’t gentle enough.
"Easy, sweetheart," he murmured when my hips twitched from the sensitivity. "We have got you."
I wanted to tell him to stop calling that, but the word wrapped itself around , softening the edges of my anger.
When he finished, the cloth was taken away, and then I felt the brush of a blanket being pulled over . Thick, soft, slling faintly of lavender. Draven adjusted both of us, tucking the blanket around my shoulders, his hand smoothing down my arm as though sealing inside the warmth.
"You are too quiet," he teased gently, his lips brushing my hairline. "Usually by now, you would have started arguing. Telling exactly what you think of my punishnt."
I turned my face into his chest, hiding my expression.
Maybe I wanted to argue. Maybe I wanted to scold them for pushing that far when this was my first ti with both of them together, for not letting catch my breath, for making fall apart so helplessly. But the truth was... I didn’t regret it. Not the way they touched , not the way they made feel alive, even when my body ached and my heart burned with frustration.
I hated that they knew too well. That they knew silence was never my weapon... it was my shield.
"Don’t be mad, little mate," Oscar said, his voice softer now. He had settled on the other side of , his fingers trailing over the barely there swell of my belly. He caressed it with such care that my chest squeezed. "You are everything to us. You know that, don’t you?"
My throat tightened, but I didn’t answer.
He pressed a kiss against my belly, right where our pup shifted faintly under his palm. "You have every right to be mad... but let remind you, not once you asked us to stop."
That was right. I couldn’t argue about that. I didn’t ask them to stop because I didn’t want them to stop.
Draven shifted his hold on , pulling even closer, until I had no choice but to lt against him. His hand slid up my back, rubbing slow, soothing circles. "It’s alright. We’ll spoil you until you forgive us," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. "Stroke that stubbornness away until you are soft again."
A tiny sound escaped before I could hold it back - a half-groan, half-whimper of frustration. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against .
"There it is," he said softly. "The sound I was waiting for."
I wanted to glare at him, but my eyelids were too heavy. My body was exhausted, sinking deeper into the mattress with each passing mont. Their warmth surrounded , one pressed against my front, the other against my back, their bodies creating a cocoon I couldn’t escape.
And maybe... I didn’t want to.
Because for all my stubbornness, all my silence, the truth was that my heart was already lting under their touch.
The kisses to my temple, the hand in my hair, the tender strokes over my belly... it was too much. Too much to keep holding onto the anger when every inch of was wrapped in their love.
"Sleep, mate," Draven whispered as he kissed my forehead.
Oscar moved closer, his bare chest pressed against my bare back. Then, I felt the soft brush of his lips on the back of my neck.
I let out a shaky breath, my resistance slipping away. My lashes fluttered closed, and this ti, I didn’t fight it.
The last thing I felt was their arms tightening around , their breaths syncing with mine, their warmth seeping into my bones. And then, finally, I let go - falling asleep in the only place I couldn’t pretend to be angry.
In their arms.
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