The air was thick—sweat, sex, musk, heat. The mattress creaked as Eli sat up slowly, his body protesting every movement. His chest rose and fell with shallow, ragged breaths. The room pulsed with silence. Zeke lay beside him, still panting, sheets clinging to his skin. Damien was crouched near the headboard, eyes locked on Eli like a predator, but a worried one. A tense one. His jaw clenched as he took in the tremble in Eli's arms, the bruises blooming across his back, the strain in his breath. "You're shaking," Damien murmured. "Of course I'm shaking," Eli snapped, not with bitterness—but force, sharp and real. "You both wrecked me this time. Zeke—always but Damien, you joined in this time." Zeke sat up. "You liked it." "I loved it," Eli said, looking over his shoulder. His tone wasn't wounded. It was honest. "I love you both. I love how you need me. How you take me like you'll die without me." Damien moved closer. "Then what's wrong?" Eli turned fully, naked, marked, and proud
 Last Updated : 2025-10-30
Last Updated : 2025-10-30