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"Whatever you want to know," August says, settling beside me.
Cassian stays by the door. Giving me space. But the air between us feels charged with possibility and barely restrained desire.
"Sit." The authority in my own voice surprises me. "Please. I want you closer."
Surprise flickers across his face, replaced by something softer. He moves to the chair by the window. Still giving me space but close enough that I can really see him.
"Better?" He asks.
"Better." I steel myself. "I want to know about you. Both of you. I want to understand what I'm choosing." I pause, mycheeks heating. "And I need to know if... if you're both okay with me being with you. Together and... separately. I don't want to come between what you have."
August and Cassian exchange a look, one of those silent conversations couples have.
"We've talked about this," August says gently. "About you. About what we all want."
Cassian nods, his voice rough but simple. "We want you."
"Both of us," August adds, reaching for Cassian's hand. "However feels right to you."
Relief floods through me. My heart pounds as the reality settles in. I'm still learning that I get to choose. That my choice matters.
And for the first time since this started, I'm not asking because I'm supposed to. I'm asking because I want to. Because I'm finally brave enough to reach for what I actually desire.
Chapter 25
Cassian
She wants me closer.
The words echo in my skull like gunshots. Daisy—sweet, terrified Daisy who's been looking at me like I might eat her alive—just told me to sit down because she wants me here.
Wants me.
Her sweet omega scent fills the room, making my cock jerk against my jeans like I'm some teenager who's never scented an aroused woman before. But underneath all that sweetness, there's something else. Something that sets my alpha instincts on fire and doesn't let go.
Mine.
The word pounds through my blood.Mine, mine, mine.
Except she's not. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
"I want to know about you." Her voice is stronger than I've ever heard it. Steadier. "Both of you. I want to understand what I'm choosing."
Choosing. She said choosing.
Not accepting. Not tolerating. Choosing.
Fuck, the difference matters.
August settles beside her on the bed. Close but not crowding. Smart man. He's always been better at reading people than me. Better at knowing how to make them feel safe instead of like they're being hunted.
"What do you want to know?" August asks.
Her dark eyes dart between us. I can smell her nerves mixing with determination and something else. Something that makes my mouth water and my hands itch to touch.
Arousal.She's aroused just being in the same room as us.
"How long have you been together?" she asks, looking at August. "Really together, I mean."
