Page 51 of Awakening
I hesitated and then I pushed the words out that had lodged themselves in my throat, “Watching the two of you, when you touch each other, when you love each other, mmmm, it’s the sexiest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
Maverick reached for my hand, “You’ve told us that before, baby.”
“I know,” I said, voice trembling, “But it’s more than that. I fantasize about being in control with you. I want to try something with you both. I want to—” I hesitated, heart in my throat. “I want to peg you.”
The silence stretched.
Then Knox let out a soft groan, running his hand over his mouth, “Goddamn.”
Maverick’s eyes darkened, full of heat and somethinglike awe. “You want to be our Mistress?”
I exhaled slowly and answered confidently, “Yes. I want to explore that part of myself with you. I want to give you pleasure in a way that’s not just physical, but deep, loving, and reserved just for us. I want you to teach me how to stroke you so fucking deep that pleasure is the only option available.”
Knox shifted closer, his mouth grazing my ear, “Do you even know how fucking sexy it is that you want to claim us like that?”
Maverick kissed the inside of my wrist. “You never have to hide your fantasies from us, baby. Never. We want all of you. Every wild, wicked part.”
“We’ll even go shopping with you so we can help you find the perfect harness to bring us to our knees, Mistress,” Knox winked before he kissed me.
I had every intention of making my fantasy come true with the two men I was falling madly in love with.
A New Normal
It had been two months since Knox came back to Winston Hills. And somehow, in that time, we’d carved out something perfectly fitting for us, a new normal of sorts. It didn’t feel forced or as if one person was going along for the sake of appeasing the others. It was obvious that our needs were not only being met but also that our expectations were surpassed, because the love consistently bloomed between the three of us, which told the story. Knox had secured a space for the new restaurant, and it was honestly perfect, even garnering excitement from Lefteris. The location was warm, cozy, and open in the heart of downtown with sun-washed brick, trailing ivy on the outside, and the kind of energy that begged for soft jazz and clinking wine glasses. He called it Olive and Oak—a name that felt rooted and rich, just like the flavors he dreamed up.
But even better than that? Home. He was home.
Every night ended with the three of us wrapped around each other. Some nights were filled with laughter. Others with whispered moans, lazy touches, or silent closeness where breath and heartbeats spoke louder than words. It was the picture of perfection we envisioned. It was a beautiful sunny Wednesday, and Knox and I were havinglunch at a little garden café near the location of Olive and Oak. Ajaih was at work, doing what she did best, ushering in a new generation of pilots like the boss she is. I usually would indulge in a whiskey on the rocks, but I’d just finished a shift, and a drink or two would have me laid out in this restaurant getting the best sleep of my life, so I opted for an iced tea. I was still in my scrubs, my gold fangs catching the warmth of the light every time I smiled or laughed at something, the waitress said. She was flirting unashamedly, causing Knox to chuckle.
Knox looked calm, confident, like a man who was building something he truly believed in.
“I’ve been thinking,” I said, setting my glass down.
He arched a brow, “Dangerous.”
I laughed. “Maybe. But I think we should do something official for Ja.”
He blinked, the breeze catching the edge of his shirt. “Official?”
“Yeah. Like, ask her to be ours, together, for real. It should be something special. A date that feels like her.”
His smile curled slow and easy, “I’ve been thinking the same thing.”
“Word?”
“Yeah, she deserves that and more. Something beautiful. Something intentional.”
I brushed my fingers over the back of his hand, just for a second. “Then let’s plan it.”
He nodded his agreement. That was one hurdle down; the other weighed heavier on my mind.
“My parents are coming to town next week,” I said, sitting back. “They’ll be staying for a few weeks.”
Knox looked surprised. “Oh?”
“Yeah. Yanna’s gonna perform surgery on my dad.”
His expression softened. “Shit. I didn’t know it was that serious.”
