The Triplet's Bullied Mate
The fire hummed and popped softly, painting the room in amber and gold, casting dancing shadows on the walls, a cozy, intimate glow.
I lay nestled between them, their powerful bodies warm and solid on every side of me, their unique scents enveloping me. Their hands were always moving—through my hair, over my stomach, around my waist, intertwining with my fingers—as though they still couldn’t quite believe I was real, that this miracle was truly unfolding.
“I keep thinking I’ll wake up,” Ranon admitted quietly, his lips against the shell of my ear, his voice a low, vulnerable rumble. “That it’s just a dream. A beautiful, cruel dream.”
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