Warning: Mature content in the Chapter
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Evaline:
I knew I would forget the way River looked at in that mont.
The screen cast a soft glow across the room, pale and intimate, and I was still suspended sowhere between last waves of pleasure and catching my breath when my eyes t his.
His posture had changed from relaxed to taut, every line of him focused, intent. He wasn’t rushing. He was watching like I was the only thing anchoring him to the world.
My body answered before my mind could catch up.
Kieran was still there, still moving inside , still grounding with every slow, deliberate thrust. His forehead rested briefly against mine, his breath warm, uneven, his eyes dark with devotion and restraint.
"Evaline," he whispered, like saying my na was a prayer he needed answered.
Oscar’s arms tightened around , his chest solid against my side, his presence a constant warmth. His lips brushed my temple, then my cheek, then the corner of my mouth. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His hands were steady, reassuring, keeping tethered while everything else threatened to dissolve.
On the screen, River’s breath hitched.
I could see it... the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes never left . His hand moved with slow, deliberate intent over his length, but it was his expression that undid . There was no embarrassnt there. No distance.
Only want.
Only connection.
The realization that he was unraveling simply by watching ... by seeing like this, held and cherished and completely open... sent another shiver straight through my spine.
Kieran felt it.
His rhythm shifted, deepening, growing more urgent, like he had sensed the exact mont my control started to slip again. His grip tightened at my hips, anchoring as the tension inside coiled tight once more.
"Stay with ," he murmured, his voice rough now. "Just a little longer."
I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I could obey. My hands clutched at Oscar’s arm, my fingers curling into his skin as sensation flooded every corner of .
The sensations were becoming too much and a part of wanted to ask Kieran to stop, but at the sa ti, I didn’t want him to stop... not until he made co one last ti tonight.
My breath ca in broken gasps, my awareness split between the man inside , the man holding , and the man watching from miles away with my na etched into every line of his focus.
River’s lips parted.
A soft sound escaped him... low, involuntary... and sothing about that broke the last fragile thread of composure I had left.
Kieran’s breathing grew uneven, his movents losing their asured restraint as he followed closer to the edge. His forehead dropped to my shoulder, his voice barely audible now, every word shaped by effort and need.
When he finally ca undone, it was with a quiet sound against my skin, his entire body tensing as he pressed closer, holding like he might fall apart if he let go.
On the screen, River followed seconds later.
I watched his head tip back, his eyes closing as he crossed that invisible line, his expression raw and unguarded in a way that made my chest ache. He said my na... softly, reverently... and that was it.
The world shattered.
I ca apart with a gasp, my body arching instinctively, the sensation sweeping through in waves that left trembling, breathless, and utterly spent. Oscar tightened his hold just in ti, his arms a safe place to collapse into as everything finally ebbed.
For a long mont, no one spoke.
We were all just breathing.
Recovering.
Existing in the quiet aftermath of sothing intense and shared.
Eventually, River shifted on the screen, a slow smile tugging at his lips. It wasn’t smug. It wasn’t teasing.
It was soft.
Content.
"Good night, love," he said gently. "Sleep well."
My heart did sothing warm and stupid in my chest.
"Good night, River," I replied, my voice still a little unsteady. "Sweet dreams."
He lingered for half a second longer, eyes flicking briefly to his brothers before the call finally ended, leaving the room wrapped in a calr, dimr quiet.
The shift was imdiate.
Kieran eased back carefully, his touch gentle now, reverent, like he was afraid of disturbing . Oscar pressed a kiss to my hair, then another to my temple, his hands smoothing slowly over my arms in a grounding, comforting motion.
"You okay?" He murmured softly.
I nodded, already lting into him. "More than okay."
They moved with practiced ease after that... quiet, unhurried. Kieran pulled the covers up around us once he was done cleaning up with the wet towel. Oscar adjusted the pillows so I was comfortable, supported on both sides.
The academy bed was small, barely ant for two people, but sohow the three of us fit. I was cocooned between them, Kieran’s arm draped protectively over my waist, Oscar’s hand resting warm and steady against my back.
Kieran pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead.
"Still ours?" he murmured, a hint of teasing warmth beneath the vulnerability.
I smiled, turning my face into his chest. "Always."
Oscar chuckled softly, his breath brushing my ear. "Good. Because I’m not done yet."
I laughed quietly, the sound muffled between them, my body heavy with contentnt and exhaustion. Their hands kept moving in slow, absent patterns... tracing my arm, smoothing my hair, grounding with touch that asked for nothing in return.
Just closeness.
Just connection.
My eyelids grew heavy before I even realized it. The warmth of their bodies, the steady rise and fall of their breathing, the quiet safety of being held on both sides... it all blurred together into sothing soft and irresistible.
The last thing I felt before sleep claid was a kiss pressed to my temple... and then another to my shoulder... and the quiet certainty that I was exactly where I belonged.
Wrapped in the arms of my mates.
Safe.
Loved.
And drifting peacefully into sleep.
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