Page 108 of Claimed By the Damned
Ethan's is a delicate gold band inlaid with tiny diamonds, soft yet brilliant, mirroring his warmth and the light he brings into my life.
Ryker's ring is bold, a black titanium band with intricate engravings, wild and untamed, just like him. The rings are designed to interlock, slotting together to create one complete band, a symbol of how we fit together, unbreakable and whole.
“Marry us, Lila," Bastian says, his voice thick with meaning. "Be ours, forever." The sound of the waves lapping gently against the shore feels like a heartbeat, steady and endless, just like them. The warm breeze carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and rose, wrapping around us like a promise, rich and intoxicating.
Tears spill down my cheeks as I press a trembling hand to my mouth, the other cradling my pregnant bump. A sob escapes me as I look at the three of them, my mind struggling to catch up. This can’t be… but it is. My fingers tighten in Ethan’s grip, my chest constricting under the weight of too much love, too much hope. This is everything I never thought I’d have, everything I never dared to dream of after everything I’ve been through. This feels like the inevitable culmination of a journey I never asked for but wouldn't trade for anything. From running barefoot and terrified, to standing here, loved, cherished, and about to promise forever to three incredible men.
I swallow past the emotion clogging my throat and nod, my voice breaking as I finally say the only word that matters.
"Yes."
Ethan lets out a relieved laugh before slipping his ring onto my finger. Ryker kisses my wrist before doing the same. Bastian presses his lips to my palm before adding the final ring.
I turn my hand, watching as the rings slot together, my fingers tracing the way the edges align—three pieces that complete a whole. Just like us. Three rings. Three men. One love.
I belong to them. And they belong to me.
The air still thrums with the magic of the proposal as we walk back toward the villa from the beach, hand-in-hand-in-hand. The sky is ablaze with the deep, vibrant hues of twilight, the fiery oranges and pinks left behind by the vanished sun.
My heart still races, three rings, three men, one breathtaking moment. My sundress clings to my curves, still damp from our quick, celebratory dip in the ocean waves moments after I said yes, and their partially unbuttoned shirts reveal tantalizing glimpses of tanned skin and hard muscle. The air crackles with anticipation, heavy with unspoken promises and barely contained desire.
The rings still sparkle on my finger. As we reach the villa's entrance, just before stepping inside, Bastian stops. He pulls me flush against him, his intense gaze locking with mine, before he scoops me up effortlessly into his arms.
"New tradition," he murmurs, his voice low and possessive, as he carries me across the threshold into the villa and straight toward the master suite. Ryker and Ethan follow close behind, shuttingthe door, their heated gazes promising everything I've been craving. The bedroom windows, facing the ocean, frame the stunning twilight view, casting the luxurious space in a warm, sensual glow.
Bastian’s mouth is a hot brand on my neck as he carries me towards the huge king-sized bed, his lips and the brush of his stubble sending shivers down my spine. Ethan walks beside us, his eyes promising a slow, deep exploration, his hand tracing a light, tantalizing path along my arm—a beautiful, unhurried promise. My heart thunders against my ribs. The moment Bastian lays me onto the cool silk sheets, that unhurried promise is the last thing on my mind.
Ryker is there instantly, kneeling on the bed beside me, rough hands already sliding up my thighs, bunching my sundress higher. Ethan leans in then, his mouth capturing mine in that slow, deep kiss he’d promised with his eyes, soft and searching, as his fingers begin a feather-light trail down my sides. But I don't want slow. Not tonight. My body hums with an urgency that pushes everything else away. There’s only this room, this bed, and the three men I just promised forever to. I want every inch of them. At once.
Ryker yanks my dress off in one swift motion; the fabric tears, but I don’t care.
There's an intoxicating freedom in this desire, so different from the desperate clinging after Kolya, or the uncertain explorations before. This feels settled, sure, rooted deeply in the safety and unwavering love they shower me with daily. This isn't just physical; it's the culmination of emotional healing, a celebration of our bond.
"Angel," Ethan murmurs, deepening the kiss now that my dress is gone, his mouth moving from my lips to my neck. His kisses are slow, deliberate, each one sending shivers down my spine. I arch into him, craving more.
I reach for them, a frantic energy taking over. My fingers grapple with Bastian's shirt buttons, even as my other hand scrambles for Ryker belt buckle, my eyes pleading with Ethan. I need skin, need them, now.
Bastian's shirt falls open under my touch, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. His eyes never leave my face, studying every reaction, every small gasp as Ryker's teeth graze my shoulder. Clothes scatter across the floor—a trail of designer shirts and lace that leads to our bed.
Each touch is different, distinct. Ethan's fingers ghost across my collarbone, down my sternum, worship in every caress, his tenderness a balm to my old wounds. Ryker grabs, squeezes, marks, his mouth hot and demanding wherever it lands, a raw possessiveness that thrills me because I know it's rooted in fierce protection. Bastian orchestrates it all, his strong hands guiding, positioning, his touch possessive yet overwhelmingly caring, his satisfied hum when I gasp revealing he misses nothing—every tremble, every response.
The ocean breeze carries the scent of salt through the open windows, but I'm lost in them—in hands and mouths and the promise of forever we just made.
The silk sheets whisper against my skin as three pairs of hands explore every inch of me. Ethan's mouth trails down my stomach, leaving a path of electric kisses that make me shiver. Ryker's rough palms slide up my thighs, spreading them wide, his green eyes dark with hunger.
"Look how wet you are already, Baby Girl," he growls, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "Gonna taste so fucking good."
Bastian's fingers grip my chin, turning my face toward him. His hazel eyes burn into mine, commanding and intense as they watch my reactions to Ryker and Ethan. My words dissolve into a moan as Ryker's tongue finds my center, rough and demanding. He devours me like a man starved, his handsgripping my thighs tight enough to bruise. Ethan captures my mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing my whimpers while his fingers play with my nipples, rolling and pinching until I'm arching off the bed.
"That's it," Ethan murmurs against my lips. "Let us hear you, Angel."
Bastian pushes two fingers into my mouth, his eyes darkening as I instinctively suck them. "Good girl," he purrs, watching as I hollow my cheeks around his digits. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do."
I meet his gaze boldly, confidently taking him, knowing this dominant play is wrapped in layers of care. Even Ryker's roughness feels different now, still demanding, still possessive, but tempered with an awareness of my body, my limits, especially now with the baby. Ethan's worshipful touches feel like coming home, a safe harbor in their storm of passion.
The combination of sensations overwhelms me, Ryker's tongue working my clit relentlessly, Ethan's skilled hands on my breasts, Bastian's fingers fucking my mouth. My hips buck against Ryker's face as the pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until I can't hold back anymore.
"That's it, Baby Girl. You taste so fucking sweet," Ryker growls between my thighs, not letting up for a second.
