003: You Belong To All Three Of Us

You Belong To All Three Of Us.”

DALA

My body shivered and I clenched my fist, not sure if it was out of shock or fury.

The lady beneath him tilted her head back, her lips parted in what looked like pain.

She's going to die at this rate but… not under my watch!

“What the hell are you doing?!” I shouted, throwing myself at him.

I hit him full force and it felt like my body ran into a brick wall.

The drink in his hand spilled but he barely budged. Nonetheless, I managed to wedge myself between them, pushing his chest with all the strength I had.

“Get away from her!” I yelled protectively but subtly, my stomach curled at the feeling of his bare chest against my hand.

The young man raised his brow, clearly unimpressed by my outburst.

His grip on the lady loosened, and he sucked in breath. “Why are you here?" He drawled, his tone far too casual for a man who was caught strangling someone!

“Are you insane?” I spat, glaring up at him. “You were just trying to—”

Goosebumps coated my skin and I paused, the recognition hitting me like a hurricane. “You again?! Is this house haunted or–”

A dry, bitter laugh cut me off, soft and feminine.

I turned, baffled, to find the woman glaring hard at me like I didn't just save her life.

“Who is she? Another sidepiece?" She sneered.

I blinked. “Excuse me? What?”

“Oh, honey,” The guy said, his voice dripping with amusement, “it’s not what you think. I don't even know this person, she looks… lost.”

The lady growled, rolling her eyes. "I was just about to finish!”

I stared at the lady, bewildered. "But he was just strangling your neck and I came to help you out.”

"Help?” She grimaced in disgust. "You came to ruin the fun!”

“This is just... a little game.” The young dude added, shifting slightly and it was then I saw it.

The lady was in a red bra tube with fringes and a tiny skirt– one that was strikingly familiar.

I had worn this exact outfit in one of my secret videos.

Her skirt was raised and he was buried deep inside her!

They were fucking? And strangling?

Heat flooded my face. “You’re kidding.”

“We’re not.” She laughed again, purring and rubbing his thigh in a way that made my stomach flare in jealousy. “I was just being a perfect Luna Lust for him. It's called roleplaying, girl. Role-fucking-playing, you dumb fuck!”

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water but nothing came out at that moment.

I took a shaky step back, holding up my hands. “I– I'm sorry... For ruining your moment.”

The gorgeous guy tilted his head, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “What makes you think an apology can solve this?” He arched a brow, sliding himself out of her, and briefly, I saw it.

I saw him. Huge. Thick. Long as fuck!

Way more than I'd ever have imagined.

How did he even manage to fit into her? It looked almost impossible!

“Get your eyes off it," He smirked. “It's not meant for babies, sweetheart."

I bit my lips in embarrassment and turned on my heel, my pulse thundering in my ears.

Hastily, I made my way back to the door, but that masculine voice snapped through the air like a whip.

“Where do you think you're going?"

Acting deaf to his words, I shuddered but I didn't stop until a large, calloused hand caught my arm, pulling me to a stop.

His grip on me was firm and warm, and for some reason, it sent a shiver down my spine.

“Are you deaf or something?"

“To nuisance? Yes." I glared.

“You’re acting too bold for someone who barged into my room in my private time,” he said, his tone softer now but no less commanding.

I yanked my arm away. “You’re the one who shouldn’t be strangling people in your free time!”

“Hmm,” He smirked, clearly enjoying my outrage. “Feisty. I like that.”

“Good for you,” I said, turning to leave again.

But he was faster. He moved in front of me, blocking my path and I couldn't help but stare at his shirtless body.

“Why are you suddenly in a hurry to leave?” He asked his gaze sweeping over me, slowly and deliberately.

“Look, I don’t know who you are or why you keep showing up everywhere, but I just want to get out of this insane, haunted mansion!”

“Showing up everywhere?" He tilted his head, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Since you're here, why not join us anyway?”

Though the brief thought of having his length buried inside me sent my stomach flipping, I scoffed, squaring my shoulders. “In your wildest imagination!”

Before he could respond, that same feminine voice rang out from behind me “You're so annoying, Knox!"

My head cruised to see the lady scowling. “You're interested in fucking this thing more than me?" She chortled.

I took a mental note of his name– Knox.

“She's feisty, Loren," Knox shrugged. “Too bad I like that more than clingy."

Loren looked like she was seconds away from combusting as she glared at me.

"You'd regret this," She spat and stormed out, slamming the door hard behind her.

The air in the room shifted, heavy with something I couldn’t name.

My pulse quickened as an unfamiliar energy surged through me, trying to pull me toward him like a magnet.

“That's fair," Knox said, breaking the silence that lingered a bit. “You and I already have a special connection."

I sighed, raking my fingers through my hair. "Look here, I'm not in the m–"

“You feel it, don’t you?” Knox interrupted, stepping closer.

The door suddenly creaked open, and I turned, half-expecting the lady to come waltzing back.

But… nothing prepared me for the appearance of who came in. Or rather– those who came in.

Two more men stepped inside, and my heart dropped to my feet.

It was him. Again. Twice.

Two photocopies of Knox. Two of him.

“What in the actual hell?” I whispered, looking between the two newcomers and Knox.

All three of them were identical— same piercing eyes, same infuriating smirk, same impossible level of attractiveness that made it hard to think straight.

More shocking than their similarities was the sound of my wolf purring and the uncontrollable sensation between my thighs.

My wolf barely had anything to do with me. In fact, it was the first time I ‘actually’ felt her do something.

She never communicated with me– perhaps she was too weak considering my nature.

Knox reached out, brushing a finger against my cheek. The simple touch sent a jolt through me, and I gasped.

“Mate,” we chorused and while his tone was soft but certain, mine was just a phrase blurted out of nowhere.

The dude in a white shirt– the kitchen guy had an expression softer but no less intense. “But… she's mine too, I– I can feel it”

“Me too,” The third one growled. "That connection. That pull.”

I felt their stares like a physical touch, heat prickling over my skin.

“This can’t be real,” I murmured, though the atmosphere electrified, pressing down on me as the impossible truth settled in.

The snickers that followed my words were deafening. The room spun in a daze as I blinked, still struggling to breathe.

Knox stopped, his cocky smirk vanishing like a switch had been flipped.

“Little one?" He called, his gaze darkening as he narrowed his gaze locked onto mine. “You belong to all three of us."