(Mature Content Ahead)
Eila's heart thudded wildly as she sat perched on Lukas's lap, his arms resting around her like a fortress. His scent—warm cedar and something darker—wrapped around her senses, muddling her thoughts. She was keenly aware of how steady his breathing was and how close his lips hovered near her temple.
Zois, sprawled across from them with one leg crossed leisurely over the other, watched them like a predator that had already cornered his prey. His eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was a simmering hunger underneath—something raw and possessive that made Eila's stomach flutter.
She cleared her throat, trying to break the tension. "You both are impossible."
Lukas's lips grazed the edge of her jaw, a breath of a kiss that made her skin pebble.
"Only when it comes to you, dove."
Zois leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, voice velvet-soft and dangerous. "You think we haven't noticed how you avoid being alone with either of us? You're always careful to keep a safe distance."
Eila turned her face slightly, her cheek brushing against Lukas's shoulder. "I'm not avoiding you," she murmured, though even she didn't believe her voice. "I'm just… trying to figure all of this out."
"Figure out what?" Zois asked, his tone sharp and interested. "We want you? That we're your mates?"
Lukas's thumb traced slow circles along her waist. "Or is it that you still think of Leonard every time we touch you?"
Eila stiffened.
Silence lingered for a moment too long, and then she exhaled slowly. "It's not that simple."
"No," Zois said. "It never is. But we are not here to be second in line, Eila."
"I never said you were," she whispered.
Lukas's voice was quieter now, tender but firm. "Then let us in. Even if it's just a little."
The carriage bumped along the road, but neither of the twins seemed to notice. Their focus was entirely on her, and her alone. Eila felt their bond thrumming faintly beneath her skin—a low hum she hadn't paid enough attention to before. It was not as sharp and immediate as what she felt with Leonard, but it was steady… warm… real.
Zois's fingers tapped once on the carriage wall. "You don't have to choose today, little star. But don't pretend we're just friends who happen to share bloodlines and training grounds. We are yours."
"And you are ours," Lukas added, voice like silk over steel.
Eila's throat tightened.
She didn't know how to reply—not with her heart still sorting through the chaos, not with the ache of longing in all three of their chests pressing into the space between them. But she leaned back against Lukas's chest just a little, her head finding a place over his heart. His arms instinctively tightened.
Zois smiled—smug, and moved to signal Lukas to pass her to him, but Lukas held her chin softly and pressed a kiss on her lips. It was maddening. All of her thoughts stopped spiralling and she leaned into his kiss. They kissed for a long time, his hands roaming all over her body. Zois was looking at them ready to pounce. Finally, Lukas broke the kiss and reluctantly passed her to Zois. He looked like he wanted more but was still satisfied for now.
Zois took the liberty of her aroused state and kissed her deeply, his kiss seemed hurried and more possessive than Lukas's but Eila was too lost in sensations to react to his roughness. He started grinding his hips to hers. Enticing and arousing her more and more. She now felt dripping wet and clutched his neck with her hands. She started responding to his grinding by rubbing her flower on him. Her juices were making them both so aroused that Lukas also joined them from behind, clutching at her heaving breasts from behind. He started suckling and kissing her neck. It went on for quite some time.
Suddenly, the coachman said something to which they all stopped. Zois gently sat her down on the seat and opened the window to talk to him. Coming back inside he informed them that they were about to reach her home.
Eila quickly fixed her dress and hair. She hid the fresh marks that the twins had given her.
The rest of the ride passed in a quiet intimacy, broken only by the sound of hooves against the road and the occasional sigh of the wind. Eila's fingers curled gently against the fabric of Lukas's coat, her mind racing even as her body finally relaxed.
She was walking on the edge of something deep and consuming.
And the wolves were circling.