“Yessss,” I hiss as Dani takes me to the back of her throat. Having Dax fuck her while she sucks my cock creates the perfect rhythm.
I grab her wet hair, “Just like that. Fuck, yes. Give it to her, Dax.”
This was all I needed. “I love you both so fucking much.”
Chapter 22
Adonis
“FUCK!” I yell in a frustrated scream. I hurl a heavy dumbbell across the room, my anger fueling the effort. The metal weight arcs through the air, colliding with the wall with a resounding crash that echoes throughout the space. Dust and debris scatter as the dumbbell smashes a hole through the drywall, leaving a jagged opening that hints at the chaos of my emotions.
A whirlwind of emotions surge through me, an overwhelming tide that I struggle to contain. Every beat of my heart feels amplified, and I find myself at a loss for how to navigate this storm within.
I had hoped that by retreating to this space, surrounded by the rhythmic pulse of music and the exhilaration of physical exertion, I could shake off the gnawing desire to storm Dax’s door and take Dani away from them.
Yet, instead of fading, that urgency only intensifies, wrapping around me like a suffocating fog, leaving me restless and yearning for something I can’t quite grasp.
I can hear her pretty little moans. Smell that sweet cunt of hers.
Fuck...
I adjust my hard cock and sit on the bench.
I’m glad Killian and Dax are pleasuring her and giving her what she needs at this moment. I owe this moment to them. I fucked up all of our first time together with her because I am too godsdamned selfish.
They deserve the chance to forge their connection with our mate, and I don’t want to be in the way. I now realizehow my selfishness overshadowed our first shared experience with her, and I feel bad about it.
Walking away from her tonight took every ounce of strength I possess. The bond between us pulses like a living, breathing entity, whispering promises of love and belonging, urging me to stay with her. The allure of being with her, to bask in the presence of all of them, is overwhelmingly powerful and nearly impossible to resist. Yet, I know that for their sake—and ultimately, for hers—I have to give the three of them the time back that I stole, if only for a while.
She saw my emotions on my face tonight. Saw my heart nearly break as she held my face and told me she was fine.
I love her.
I love her so fucking much.
I’ve loved her since the moment I saw her in the bar. I have loved her since I first looked into those beautiful green eyes—eyes that sparkle like emeralds under a soft glow of lights. I loved her the moment she opened her mouth and spoke. Her voice danced in the air, a melodic sound that echoed in my heart, and I was captivated.
She is my mate, my goddess, my everything. She is the very embodiment of love that I never knew I could feel—even without that missing part of my soul.
Chapter 23
Dani
It’s been weeks now since I last found myself in the company of all three of my demons at the same time, and I can feel their restless energy lingering at the edges of my mind.
I’ve spent multiple nights with Dax, Killian, and Adonis, but all individually. We haven’t all three been together sexually since that one magical, amazing night.
I squeeze my legs together just thinking about it.
My days have been consumed by a whirlwind of responsibilities as I’ve dedicated countless hours to assisting Jules with an avalanche of paperwork in the office.
Dax confirmed that the woman who was killed was, in fact, killed by a shadowmire. Sheriff Rhoton is still bewildered, trying to figure out who ‘murdered’ the woman.
I glance down at my hand and smile softly, my heart warming at the sight. Adonis’ rune still lingers, faded yet distinct against my skin. I trace the symbol with my fingertips, feeling the raised edges that have become a part of me—a constant reminder of what he means to me.
When Jules caught a glimpse of the symbol on my inner arm, I had to fess up. I told her I got matching tattoos with Dax and Killian and planned on getting a matching one with Adonis, too. She wasn’t too keen on the matching tattoos because she wanted to get them with me first. After some time, she eventually forgave me, laughing as she plotted her own trip to the tattoo parlor with me.
I am so incredibly in love with each of them, a complexity of emotions that is woven deep within my heart. I have yetto confess my feelings to Adonis, the one who ignites the strongest passion within me.
