My hands moved slowly on her shoulders, tracing down her arms with deliberate intent.
Theo's lips brushed against her ear as he whispered in a low, seductive voice, "You can't hide your true feelings from us, Nerine. You've always been a terrible liar."
She shuddered at his words, her lips parting on a sharp inhale. I watched as she swallowed hard, the pulse in her neck visibly throbbing. Trapped between us and surrounded by our presence, she couldn't deny the truth any longer.
Her lashes fluttered, and her breath hitched as I shifted my hand from her hip to her waist, sliding just under the edge of her robe. Her skin was warm and soft beneath my touch, and when my fingers brushed against bare flesh, she arched instinctively toward me.
“You’re ours, Angel,” I said, my voice rough and low. "You've always been ours. No matter how far you run or how hard you fight, you'll never belong to anyone else.”
Theo chuckled darkly and gripped her arms tightly as he pulled her back against him. She gasped at the sudden movement, her head tilting slightly as he trailed his lips along the curve of her neck. "You can keep fighting," he murmured in a dangerous tone. "But it won't change the truth.”
She trembled between us, her eyes tightly shut as she fought to regain control. "This isn't fair," she whispered hoarsely.
“Fair?” I smirked, sliding my hand farther up her thigh,brushing dangerously close to the heat I knew would be waiting for me. “You think this is about fairness?”
Her breath hitched, and her hips jerked involuntarily as I teased the edge of her panties. Theo's lips traveled lower, his teeth brushing against her collarbone, and a soft moan slipped from her lips before she could contain it.
"Stop fighting us," I growled, my voice heavy with desire and possessiveness. "Stop lying to yourself."
Her head fell against Theo's shoulder as her body slowly surrendered to our touch. She didn't respond with words, but the way her hips shifted and her chest arched against mine spoke volumes.
"That's it," Theo purred, his voice smooth as silk. "There's our Angel."
I gripped her chin again, forcing her to look at me. Her lips parted, eyes wide and hazy, and it took everything in me not to press my mouth to hers right then. I wanted her to feel this moment, to understand that this was what she’d been running from. Us. The only two men who had ever truly owned her.
“You're going to tell us everything," I said huskily, my thumb brushing against her plump lip again. "But first..."
I let my words fade away, my gaze fixed on her mouth as Theo's hands slid down to grip her waist tightly, silently challenging her to resist. Her lips trembled, and her breath blended with mine, shallow and shaky.
"First, you're going to remember whom you belong to.”
Ten
NERINE
Xander’s first kiss sent me into a waking dream, a tantalizing tease that set my senses ablaze. His taste was familiar and intoxicating, igniting a long-simmering flame.
"Xander," I couldn’t help but whimper.
“What do you want, Angel?” he asked, holding my gaze with his intense dark brown eyes. “Did you crave my kiss?”
I couldn’t deny it. “Yes.”
“And my touch?”
“Yeah.”
“What about my cock?” He licked his tongue along my bottom lip, sending shivers down my spine. “Did you miss how Theo and I fucked you, filledyou?”
All I could do was whimper in response.
Every day since I’d left, I had envisioned this moment. The chaotic scenarios of our fiery reunions played out in my mind, filled with questions and accusations that I knew they would throw at me.
I anticipated tears and anger. I believed they would be cold, unforgiving, and even violent.
But what occurred was something I could never have predicted.
The two arrived at my door together, knocking as if dropping by for afternoon tea. It shocked me to the core. In all my fantasies and fears, I never imagined something so simple or easy.