A heavy sigh escapes my lips at the thought. The idea of revealing my heart to him fills me with dread, for he had once stated that he couldn’t love, and the fear of rejection looms like a shadow over my thoughts. Each of my mates occupies a distinct and cherished corner of my soul, a bond that transcends the ordinary. What I feel for them is unlike anything I have ever experienced throughout my life. Much of this profound connection stems from the sacred act of tying our souls together, yet I am certain that my love for them would remain unchanged even without that bond.
I don’t think I can last any longer without telling Adonis how I feel about him. It’s driving me mad. I almost slipped last week after he finished making love to me in my room.
Every other night, one of them stays with me at my house. When they leave in the morning, I can’t help but feel incomplete, like something is missing. I long for the electric energy that crackles between us when the three of us are together. I want to be with all three of them sexually at once, but more intense, and I have just the thing up my sleeve thanks to Jules and her dirty-ass mind.
“Hello, earth to Danika! Did you hear me?” Jules sits on the desk, tapping her fingers with annoyance.
“Shit, sorry, Jules. What did you ask?”
“A lot on your mind, huh? I bet it’s hard juggling three sexy-ass men.” She teases.
“It’s not that. It’s just… I really like them. Like REALLY like them. They consume my mind, my body, my... my soul. All I want 24/7 is to be with them. And honestly, that is so fucking disturbing to me. I’ve never been dependent on anyone before, let alone dependent on lovers.”
Jules slaps my shoulder, “Oh my god! You love them. You fucking love all three of them!”
Sheriff Rhoton glances up at us. “Shh! Jules!” I nod my head discreetly in the Sheriff’s direction.
“You should tell them. I know how hard it is for you to say those words, Dani. But you need to tell them.”
“I, uh, I might have already told Dax and Killian.”
Jules slaps my shoulder again. “Ow,” I rub it. “This is HUGE, Dani! I can’t believe you told them! What about Adonis? I always thought you’d go and run away with him. How you two look at each other… actually, the way he looks at you… girl, if he looked at me that way I might just turn straight!”
I laugh. “I’m nervous about telling Adonis because I love him the most... What if he doesn’t feel the same? I would feel like a complete asshat if he didn’t say it back.” I straighten up my posture, trying to get rid of my insecurities.
“Since when the hell did Danika fucking Shay give a rat’s-ass what anyone thought? You’ve always spoken your mind, girl. What makes saying those three magic words to the sexiest man alive any different?” Jules twirls her long curls around her finger.
“Well, I care about what he thinks, okay? I care about what all three of them think. I don’t want Adonis to reject me, that’s all. I’m not sure what our future looks like.”
My heart hurts thinking about freeing them and never seeing them again. I would give anything to free them and be with them forever. I’d even give up my soul if it meant I could stay with them.
“Listen, you just need to grab Adonis by the balls, tell him how you feel, then fuck his brains out, and I promise, he will say it back. What I really want is for you to fuck all three ofthem at the same time. God! Can you imagine?! You’ll have to report back on how it feels being triple stuffed.”
“Jesus Christ, Jules!” I look at her and smile because I want that so bad. It’s all I think about. Surely Adonis must know, since he insists on reading my thoughts all of the time.
“See! You agree!” Jules picks up the load of paperwork by me and stacks it nicely together. “Nice work, by the way. I really appreciate your help. It doesn’t go unnoticed.”
“It’s no problem at all! I don’t mind keeping busy.” I tighten my ponytail and then stand up.
“That’s all for today. Don’t forget about tonight! Have your bae’s come to the Festival of Clouds tonight!”
“Ugh, I hate that fucking festival. The town idiots don’t even realize they are celebrating a curse. They think that Octav—” I stop and quickly correct myself, “the Witch of Misty Hollow, is a good thing. I, for one, think she is a raging cunt, and she cursed this town with shitty weather and pissed-off spirits. The townies are just morons who think the rain every day is a good thing because some white man told them centuries ago she blessed the town from a drought.”
I don’t fully grasp how agitated I am, but Jules points out the flush that spreads across my chest, a patchwork of splotches that mirror my rising frustration. I can trace this sensitivity back to my father—his genes bestowed upon me a skin that quickly betrays my emotions.
“Wow, Dani. Tell me how you really feel.” I roll my eyes at her. “But really though, we have always loved going to the festival and getting shitty drunk! Who cares if it’s a curse or a blessing, and who cares about the Keepers of the Mist cult? They all suck.”
The Keepers of the Mist host this festival every single year without fail. They proudly claim to be the descendants of the Witch of Misty Hollow, the legendary witch, yet it’spainfully clear that they don’t know the truth of her story... or even her fucking name. Idiots. How can they be descendants and not even know her name? They’re nothing more than pretenders, basking in the glow of folklore while offering nothing genuine.
Jules’ phone dings and lights up. She smiles big when she opens the screen and starts texting back.
“Who’s that?” I ask while wiggling my eyebrows.
“Amelia… we’ve been talking and hanging out a lot. I think I like her. Like a lot. And my god, I have never had anyone go down on me like she does. That tongue of hers…” she throws her head back and gives an eye roll of pleasure.
I feel protective of Jules, and a part of me doesn’t want her dating a celestial being, but that would make me a goddamn hypocrite.
“That’s great, Jules. Just be careful.”
