Take my vigrinity

Elena

I stood on the rooftop, staring down at the borders.

Guards patrolled in relentless formation, eyes sharp, movements precise. No lazy pauses. No fifteen-minute breaks. Every shift was replaced seamlessly by another team.

Fuck.

There was no escaping the borders anymore.

I swept my gaze north, searching—desperate—for even a sliver of negligence. An unguarded path. A blind spot.

Nothing.

Every route was sealed shut.

Fuck.

Dad hadn't just prepared for my escape—he'd anticipated it.

Seconds passed before I felt it.

A presence.

Warm. Woodsy. All restraint and dominance.

Jax.

I froze.

"It's useless, little wolf," his voice murmured right against the back of my neck, vibrating down my spine. He leaned in and plucked the binoculars from my grip. I clenched my jaw, barely stopping myself from slapping him.

"Pretty shitty binoculars, I must add." He lifted them to his eyes, then chuckled. "If this is your escape plan? You suck at it."

"What the fuck are you doing here, Jax?" I muttered, fists curling at my sides.

"Your dad asked us to keep an eye on you."

Us...

As if summoned, Ashton stepped onto the rooftop.

Both dressed in black—except Jax, who wore white slacks like he was deliberately trying to irritate the universe. Ashton had gone full shadow. And as fucked up as it was, my eyes betrayed me immediately.

A few buttons undone. On both of them.

Jax's tattoos crept up his chest—intricate, chaotic, impossible to decipher. Ashton's were bolder. Cleaner. No less dangerous. They were attractive men of course—Men that watched me grew up, I didn't know why I reminded myself of that.

"You gotta work on the staring, princess," Ashton drawled, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Heat rushed to my cheeks.

"Nothing to be proud of," I snapped, folding my arms. "I find what I see pretty despicable."

It was late. I hadn't seen these two all day. I'd thought they'd left.

Clearly, they hadn't.

"Shouldn't you have worn something warmer before coming up here?" Jax's gaze dragged slowly down my body, unashamed. Taking inventory of everything the black lace nightie did—and didn't—cover. The robe was a pathetic excuse for modesty.

"It's none of your business," I shot back, tightening the robe around me. His stare burned anyway. Deep. Personal.

"What are you even doing roaming around dressed like this?" Ashton stepped closer, hands in his pockets, eyes mirroring his brother's slow assessment.

They boxed me in without touching me.

One in front. One to my side.

Too tall. Too broad.

Every angle was theirs.

"Maybe I'm looking for a man to fuck me," I said sweetly, flashing a smile. "Remember? I might be the only person on this continent whose virginity is a curse."

"Well, you can lose hope of that," Jax chuckled—and then tossed my binoculars off the roof.

"Hey!" I lunged forward, too late. "You piece of—"

"No one's going to fuck the Alpha's daughter who's bound by a contract demanding she stays a virgin," he said calmly, almost amused. "No one has the guts."

Something inside me sank.

Just a little.

Because he was right.

No one would risk death for my virginity.

"You can take your ass back to your room, princess," Ashton added. "This isn't worth it."

I looked between them.

None had the guts.

None... except—

"You're wrong," I said softly, a slow smirk curling my lips as I stepped back, deliberately dragging my gaze over both of them.

Recognition flashed across Jax's face.

"Whatever you're planning, little wolf—" he started.

I cut him off by grabbing his collar and yanking him closer.

He inhaled sharply.

Yes—Jax, fearless, unshakable Jax—drew in a breath as my lips brushed his.

"You two do," I whispered. "You have the power. The protection. The freedom to get away with it."

I saw him differently then.

Older. Strong. Lethal. Devastatingly handsome.

What better way to lose my virginity?

My hands slid lower, fingers closing around his belt.

His eyes darkened. Breath heavier. Restraint cracking—but still intact.

"You can fuck me," I murmured, "and end this drama."

Ashton watched.

Didn't stop me.

Didn't look unaffected either.

"You're out of your mind," Jax chuckled, catching my wrists and pulling them away from his belt.

Too slow.

I darted my tongue out and licked—one slow, deliberate flick—across his lips.

A growl rumbled in his chest—low, feral. Straight from the animal.

The wolf inside him.

"Fuck," he muttered.

Heat rolled off his skin as he turned his face away, jaw clenched, eyes squeezing shut as he dragged in a slow, controlled breath.

Of course it affected him.

I knew I was attractive. I knew my body—my curves, my softness—were weapons. Men like them were predators beneath skin and bone, and predators always responded to provocation.

"What?" I whispered. "Having a tough time, Alpha?"

The shift was instant.

A rough grip seized my wrist and I was yanked sideways, ripped away from Jax's heat and slammed back into something solid.

Ashton.

In one brutal second, both my hands were wrenched behind my back and pinned there, my spine pressed flush to his chest. Too fast. Way too fast—even for a trained werewolf.

A sharp gasp tore from my lips.

Ashton leaned in, his mouth hovering beside my ear.

"Don't play dirty, princess," he murmured.

His voice was dark. Controlled. Lethal.

A shiver tore down my spine, settling low in my belly—fuck, I was going to get wet if this continued.

"You'll be the one who gets hurt."

I turned my head slightly, eyes finding Jax.

He stood rigid, a hand raking through his hair. His eyes—once green—had gone pitch black.

So I had triggered his wolf.

That was why Ashton had intervened.

"Seems like your brother has a thing for me," I murmured, lips curling as I looked back at Ashton. "You sure you want to interrupt?" I tilted my head, voice dropping. "I don't mind a threesome—just be gentle."

I glanced over my shoulder and pressed a kiss to the corner of Ashton's mouth, letting my lips linger.

His jaw locked.

His grip tightened.

But he didn't lose control.

Not even for a second.

Tough bastard.

"It's useless," he chuckled quietly. "You can't get under my skin."

Then—without warning—he dipped his head and kissed the sensitive hollow of my neck.

Fuck.

A sharp breath left me as my body reacted instantly, heat coiling low and visceral. My knees almost gave. His teeth graze, tongue slid against my skin and all of it felt sinful against my skin.

My gaze snapped back to Jax whilst Ashton pushed my limits.

His eyes were slowly lightening again—but he didn't look away. He watched. Every second. Every reaction.

Just as I started to lean back into Ashton's hold, he released me abruptly.

"Get rid of these thoughts and go to your room," he said evenly. "You're only making it harder for yourself."

"I could make it hard for both of you," I shot back, refusing to retreat, "Well...something hard."

Jax's tongue pressed into the corner of his mouth, tension radiating off him.

"Go to your room, little wolf. Enough playing for today."

"I'm not a kid, Alpha," I snapped. "And I am going to fucking lose my virginity before this wedding." I looked between them deliberately. "I'm challenging both of you tonight."

The air thickened instantly.

"It's going to be one of you by the time this ends."

A slow smile curved my lips.

"Or maybe both."