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I believe him. For the first time in longer than I can remember, I let myself relax completely, surrounded by their warmth and protection. Whatever comes tomorrow—whatever danger still lurks in the shadows—I'm no longer facing it alone.
As I drift toward sleep, I feel Theo shift beside me, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder.
Jace's breathing has already slowed, his arm a comforting weight across my waist. Their bodies create a cocoon of warmth around me, a physical barrier between me and the world.
My eyelids grow heavy as exhaustion finally claims me. The gentle rhythm of their breathing lulls me deeper toward unconsciousness. My thoughts begin to blur, fragments of the night's revelations mingling with the sensations of being held, protected, and understood.
Chapter 21
Wren
Iwaketowarmthbetween my thighs, a slow, delicious sensation pulling me from dreams. Morning light filters through the hotel curtains, painting the room in soft gold. For a moment, I'm disoriented—then I feel it again: a gentle, deliberate stroke against my most sensitive flesh.
I lift my head slightly and see Jace between my legs, his dark hair tousled from sleep, his eyes meeting mine with heated intensity as his tongue moves in another languid sweep.
"Morning," he murmurs against my inner thigh, his stubble creating delicious friction against my sensitive skin. "Hope you don't mind the wake-up call."
My hips lift involuntarily, seeking more contact. I feel the mattress shift as Theo stirs beside me, his hand coming to rest on my stomach.
"Mmm, started without me?" Theo's voice is rough with sleep, but his eyes are alert, hungry as they take in the sight before him. He leans down to kiss me, swallowing my silent gasp as Jace's tongue finds my clit.
"I couldn't resist," Jace says, pausing to press a kiss to my inner thigh. "She tastes better than coffee."
The casual intimacy of his words sends heat flooding through me. I arch beneath his mouth as he returns to his task with renewed focus, his tongue making slow, deliberate circles that have me clutching at the sheets.
Theo's hand slides up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing across my nipple until it hardens beneath his touch. "God, you're beautiful in the morning," he murmurs, watching my face as pleasure builds. "All flushed and responsive."
I reach for him, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull him down for another kiss. His mouth is demanding against mine, swallowing the silent sounds of pleasure I can't voice as Jace works between my thighs.
Jace slips a finger inside me, curling it forward in a way that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. My body tightens around him, my hips rising to meet his mouth.
"That's it," he encourages, adding a second finger, stretching me deliciously. "Let go for us, Wren."
The combination of his fingers and tongue pushes me rapidly toward the edge. Theo's hands on my breasts, his mouth hot against my neck—it's overwhelming in the best possible way. My body tenses, trembling on the precipice.
"Come for him," Theo whispers against my ear, his voice commanding in a way that sends shivers down my spine. "Let him feel how good he makes you feel."
The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, my back arching off the bed as pleasure radiates outward from my core. Jace doesn't let up, his fingers and tongue working me through every aftershock until I'm gasping, my body hypersensitive.
When he finally pulls away, his chin is slick with my arousal, his eyes dark with want. "Perfect," he says, crawling up my bodyto claim my mouth in a kiss that lets me taste myself on his tongue.
I reach for him, my hand sliding down his stomach to find him hard and ready. He groans into my mouth as my fingers wrap around him, stroking slowly.
"Wait," he says, pulling back reluctantly. "I don't have protection with me."
Theo makes a frustrated sound beside us. "Me neither. Wasn't exactly planning for this when we left the studio."
I shake my head, releasing Jace long enough to sign,"We were all tested before the shoot, remember."My hands hover in the air for a moment, then continue with more certainty."And I have an implant."I look between them, my eyes asking the question my hands don't need to form.
Jace's lips curl into a knowing smile. "Company policy," he confirms, voice rough.
"Best paperwork I ever filled out," Theo adds, his breath hot against my neck.
My hands move again, slower this time, making each gesture unmistakable:"Then I want you both. Now."
Something flares in their eyes—hunger, possessiveness, need. Jace kisses me again, harder this time, his hand tangling in my hair. When he pulls back, his voice is rough with restraint.
"How do you want us?" he asks.
