THE WEDDING NIGHT

“Take off her veil.”

Damian’s voice cut through the silence of the bedroom like a command no one dared to resist. Lena’s hands trembled at her sides as he reached forward and pulled the lace from her face. His eyes dark, sharp, hungry searched her as though she were something he had already claimed long ago.

Lena swallowed hard, her lips parting, but no sound came out. The weight of the contract pressed against her heart. She had agreed because she had no choice. And now here she was, dressed as a bride, standing before not one husband but two.

Damian leaned close, his breath brushing her cheek. “You’re mine now.”

A second voice spoke behind him, softer but just as certain. “Ours, Damian. Don’t forget that.”

It was Darius. His eyes were gentler, warmer, yet still heavy with desire. The brothers stood like two flames one wild and dangerous, the other steady and calm but both ready to burn her.

Her knees weakened. She wanted to run, but her body would not obey.

Damian’s hand moved first, gripping her chin, tilting her face up. His thumb brushed her lower lip, and she shivered. “So soft,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to hers. His kiss was rough, demanding, leaving her breathless.

Lena whimpered against his mouth, and Darius stepped closer, catching her trembling hand in his. His touch was different warm, grounding, almost protective.

“Don’t be afraid,” Darius whispered. His lips brushed her ear, gentle words calming the storm Damian had stirred.

But Damian pulled back suddenly, his gaze narrowing. His hand slid down, pressing against her waist. His fingers stilled. His eyes darkened even more.

“She’s untouched,” he said flatly, almost in disbelief.

Lena’s face burned with shame. She wanted to hide, but Damian’s stare pinned her in place.

His mouth curved into something between a smirk and a scowl. “I don’t have the patience for innocence.” He looked at his brother. “You take her first.”

Her heart skipped. First? The word echoed in her chest like thunder.

Darius’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering between Lena and Damian. For a long breath, silence filled the room. Then he reached for her, his hand cupping her cheek.

“Lena…” His voice was softer than she had ever heard. “Look at me.”

Her lashes lifted slowly, meeting his eyes. Unlike Damian’s, they were not sharp. They were deep, steady, and filled with something that felt dangerously close to care.

His mouth pressed to hers not rough, not claiming, but coaxing. Her lips parted instinctively, and the kiss deepened, slow and searching. She gasped when his hand slid to her waist, pulling her gently against him.

Her body betrayed her. Though fear lingered, heat curled low in her stomach. Her heart pounded as his lips traced down to her jaw, to her throat.

“Breathe, Lena,” Darius whispered against her skin. “Just breathe.”

Her breath came shaky, but she obeyed.

Damian stood at the side, his eyes burning, watching every movement with restless hunger. His fingers flexed, but he held back, waiting, impatient.

Darius laid her carefully on the bed, his hands tracing her arms, her shoulders, as though mapping every inch of her. She trembled under his touch, her lips parting with soft, uncertain sounds she couldn’t hold back.

“Don’t fight me,” Darius whispered, his forehead pressing to hers. “I’ll be gentle.”

Her body tensed, then slowly eased under the steady rhythm of his hand smoothing down her side, his lips brushing her hairline, her cheek, her moved to her breasts and gave her a massage, her body responded and she looked eager as well. The world blurred, narrowed to his warmth, his patience.

Then came the moment sharp, burning, unforgettable. Her gasp filled the room, tears pricking her eyes, her hands clutching at him.

“It’s alright,” Darius soothed, kissing the corner of her mouth. “I’m here.”

And for that instant, she believed him.

Something shifted inside her. She was no longer untouched. She belonged to them now yet strangely, it was Darius who had marked her first. A bond neither of them spoke aloud, but it was there, heavy and undeniable.

Unknowing to all three, that first entrance, that first breaking of innocence, carved a bond that no paper contract could ever match.

But before her breath steadied, another shadow fell over her.

Damian.

He had been waiting too long.

“Move,” he growled to his brother.

Darius hesitated, then slowly drew back, his hand lingering on Lena’s trembling arm as if to reassure her once more. Then Damian claimed the space, his eyes blazing.

His kiss crashed down on her lips hungry, demanding, leaving her no room to think. His hands were rougher, gripping her waist, pulling her closer. She shuddered under the intensity.

“Now you’re mine too,” Damian whispered darkly against her mouth. His teeth grazed her lower lip, making her gasp.

Her body reacted in ways she could not control heat rising, breaths quickening, her heart torn between fear and something else she did not dare to name.

Damian’s hands explored with certainty, tilting her chin, brushing down her side, making her tremble anew. His movements were quicker, less patient, driven by a fire that consumed.

Between them both, she was lost. One whispering comfort, the other igniting flames she didn’t understand. One making her feel seen, the other making her feel claimed.

Her eyes fluttered closed. Her body yielded, even as her mind screamed confusion.

And when the night finally settled, both brothers had taken from her different, yet the same.

Her chest rose and fell, tears at the corners of her eyes, though her lips still tingled from their kisses. She felt bound, trapped, yet also changed forever.

Damian leaned down, his lips brushing her ear for the final word of the night.

“This is only the beginning, wife. From now on, you will never belong to just one man. You are ours.”