Andria’s POV
He leaned down to my ear, his voice a low, husky rumble that sent an electrifying shiver through .
"Why are you running now?" he whispered. "You wanted this... just a few seconds before we ca in."
Goosebumps erupted down my entire spine, surging straight to my core.
I sucked in a breath, shaky, confused and overwheld. Their energy combined always put in this state, and I didn’t know whether I wanted this, them, or all of them at the sa ti.
I couldn’t think straight, my body was betraying , my mind was split, Athena was excited, and my heart was pounding so violently I felt dizzy.
My tied wrists shook as I tried to move, but Sir Kaelric stood up and held the knot firm.
Aven was coming closer, his eyes feral, with primal lust.
Damon tilted his head, smirking like he already knew how this would end.
Tristan’s breath ward my neck, causing goosebumps and desire to course through my body.
Their heat surrounded , their longing stares filled with primal lust and desire.
My breath hitched as Tristan’s lips brushed the shell of my ear
"Aria, I know you want this," he whispered, biting my earlobe and grinding against him.
The room spun, and I couldn’t find my voice. I wasn’t even sure that I could breathe properly at the mont.
And I didn’t know whether I wanted to run or just surrender.
Tristan’s breath ghosted over my ear, soft enough to feel like a caress, sharp enough to make my lungs forget how to work. He wasn’t having enough.
"Aria," he whispered again.
My entire body trembled.
Kaelric’s grip on the tie tightened the slightest bit, forcing back to his lap, while Tristan drew closer, holding my hips even tighter than before.
Aven stepped forward with a seat, and Tristan took it from him—a slight tension existed between Sir Kaelric and Tristan.
Aven grabbed the edge of Kaelric’s desk, fingers curling around the polished wood so hard the surface creaked beneath him. His jaw was locked, his chest rising with barely contained fury and jealousy.
"Get her off you," he growled.
Kaelric didn’t even blink.
This has gradually turned into a rivalry between the Alpha successors and Sir Kaelric.
"No," he replied reluctantly.
There was an unbearable tension lingering in the air with wide desire, jealousy and lust that none of us could contain.
Aven’s wolf flashed in his eyes, gold, wild and territorial.
Tristan’s fingers dug firmly and possessively into my hips, causing to flinch a little. He was trying to claim silently out of Sir Kaelric’s grip.
Sir Kaelric, on the other hand, fastened his hands on the tie.
"Stop it, please. You two are hurting ," I winced.
"You heard her," Damon said in a tight voice, glaring at Sir Kaelric and Tristan at the sa ti.
"Wow," Sir Kaelric murmured. "And here I thought today would be boring. Look at you glaring at , as if you can tear apart."
I swallowed hard.
"Let go," I whispered to Sir Kaelric, tugging at the tie again. "Please."
His thumb stroked the inside of my wrist, making my breath shiver.
"You wanted not to stop earlier," he murmured. "Why do you want to run now?"
"It’s just... it’s getting..."
I couldn’t form words.
"Intense? Is that the word?" Sir Kaelric asked.
"Yes, please, and you are hurting with your strong pull," I replied.
"I see," he said, letting go of his hands on the tie. But Tristan’s hands were still tightly holding my waist.
"Aria," he said quietly, "look at ."
I couldn’t.
"You should leave her alone just like I did," Sir Kaelric said.
"But you haven’t entirely freed her, your tie is still on her hands," Tristan retorted.
"I thought we all wanted to have her, so why are we all arguing?" Damon interrupted, coming closer and stooping down until he was at my level on Sir Kaelric’s lap.
His hands road my lap before reaching my jaw and drawing it to face him.
"Well, you three are the ones who can’t pocket your jealousy. I doubt you three can share," Sir Kaelric retorted.
"Untie ," I said.
I wanted to be out of here in this minute.
Sir Kaelric untied , and I stood up from his lap, trying to walk off.
"No, not too fast," Tristan says, getting up.
"You four are bickering, and I figured I should leave you instead," I replied.
"Did you just say bickering?" Sir Kaelric said, standing to his feet.
My heart hamred loudly against my chest. I didn’t want them to transfer whatever aggression they had towards themselves onto .
I stared at him, and then at Aven, Damon and Tristan.
"I didn’t an to say that, but I want to leave Sir Kaelric since my business here is done," I replied slowly and calmly.
"How?" Tristan cut in, turning around to face him. "What business were you doing with Sir Kaelric on his lap? And I don’t think that business is finished either."
"In essence, I have co to finish that business with you," Aven said.
Tristan fastened his grip on my back, Aven drew closer, Damon too. And at this mont, I needed Sir Kaelric to intervene and dismiss all of them from his office.
But he had a slight smirk and nonchalance on his lips.
I’ve never been so sorry for my earlier outburst.
My heart raced with a mix of excitent and fear. They still wanted to have together, right here in Sir Kaelric’s office.
"You aren’t leaving us with an outburst like the other ti after duel class," Tristan said, slightly pushing onto Sir Kaelric’s desk, causing to moan.
"I knew it, you little slut of ours. You want us, all of us together," Aven said from the other side of the table.
Just then, I silently wished for sothing to happen that could get out of this state since Sir Kaelric just wanted to enjoy this.
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