The forest around the training ground was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. But inside me, chaos raged like a storm. Cristof’s intensity, Cole’s dark hunger, Geri’s alpha dominance-they were all there, pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe, making it impossible to think straight.
I had just finished sparring with Cristof. My arms burned, legs ached, and sweat slicked my skin, but my mind wasn’t on the exhaustion. It was on the way Cristof had looked at me after the fight-soft, yet sharp, like he could see right through me. His gaze lingered, but he didn’t approach. Not yet.
Cole, leaning casually against a tree with his hands in his pockets, smirked. That damn smirk that always made my heart beat faster than it had any right to. His dark eyes flicked toward me, and for a split second, I could feel the heat of his stare like fire on my skin.
“You’re… distracted,” he said, voice low. “Not because of training, obviously.”
I opened my mouth, ready to snap something back, but the words caught in my throat. What could I even say? That I was thinking about him? About Cristof? About Geri? That all three of them were clawing for a piece of my heart, and I had no idea how to sort it out?
Geri’s laugh echoed behind me, low and teasing. “Distracted, huh? Or are you just enjoying the attention?” His golden eyes glinted, teasing, and I felt heat rise to my cheeks. I spun to glare at him, but he just grinned. “Relax, Luna. You’re mine, anyway.”
I rolled my eyes, but my stomach did a strange little flip. I had always pushed him away called him a playboy, a flirt, a master of chaos-but now… now, standing here with him looking at me like that, I wasn’t so sure I could stay completely immune.
Cristof stepped closer, his aura surrounding me like a shield. “I see how you look at them,” he said softly, but there was an edge. “But remember who is first. Always first.”
My chest tightened. First… Cristof’s first. That was something I couldn’t deny, not when he always fought to keep me safe, always stood between me and danger, always carried that quiet, possessive weight that made me feel… claimed.
Cole pushed off the tree, walking toward us, and my heart skipped. His presence was dark, magnetic, impossible to ignore. “I saw everything,” he said, voice low. “How Cristof treats you, how Geri flirts… how you try to ignore it. But I notice. I always notice.”
I blinked, caught off guard. His words were warm but possessive, the way he always was. “Cole…” I started, unsure how to respond.
Cristof’s jaw tightened. “And I accept it,” he said, voice calm but dangerous. “I accept that he wants a piece of you. That others do, too. But I am first. I will always be first.”
Geri’s grin widened. “Good to know. But don’t forget, Luna, first doesn’t mean only.” His golden eyes flicked to mine, full of mischief and challenge.
I felt dizzy. My heart raced. Three men, three desires, three ways of claiming me-and I was smack in the middle.
“You’re impossible,” I whispered, but my voice carried no real anger. Only truth.
Cole smirked, stepping closer. “Maybe. But you love it, don’t you?” His fingers brushed against mine, a gentle touch, yet full of intent. My pulse jumped.
Cristof’s hand brushed my arm, protective, grounding, his touch demanding and possessive. “Careful,” he warned. “Do not forget your place.”
Geri chuckled, gold eyes twinkling. “I like that she challenges you, Cristof. Makes it more… interesting.”
I groaned, throwing my hands to my face. “I can’t… all of you… it’s too much!”
Cole leaned down, voice husky. “You can’t fight it. And why would you? Look at us. We’re all yours. Every piece.”
My stomach did flips. Every piece? The words sank deep, and for the first time, I felt the weight of it. Not fear. Not confusion. Something warmer. Something thrilling.
Cristof’s gaze softened, but it didn’t waver. “You will always be mine,” he said quietly. “Even if others want your attention. Even if you flirt. Even if you care… the first choice is mine.”
I looked at him, heart swelling. “I… I know,” I whispered, breath shaky. “But… it’s not fair. I…”
Cole interrupted softly, brushing a lock of hair from my face. “It’s not about fairness, Bam. It’s about what you want. What you choose. And I’ll will always be yours. Always.”
Geri stepped closer, closing the distance, his hand brushing mine, teasing yet protective. “And I’ll wait too, Luna. But don’t think I won’t make my claim. Because I will.”
I felt dizzy, overwhelmed, heart pounding in my chest. Every touch, every word, every gaze from them pulled me in different directions, and yet… I didn’t pull away. Not really.
The sun dipped below the horizon, shadows stretching across the forest floor. I could feel the night seeping in, cool air against my skin, the faint scent of earth and leaves and… them. All three of them. Claiming me in ways no words could describe.
Cristof stepped closer, pressing his forehead against mine, whispering, “You are mine. Always. No matter what.”
Cole’s hand brushed my cheek, thumb tracing softly. “And I… want you, every part of you, even if it’s shared.”
Geri’s hand found mine, gripping gently, possessive. “And I… always have wanted you. Luna. My Luna.”
I closed my eyes, heart hammering. “I… I can’t… I don’t know…”
Cristof leaned down, his lips brushing mine softly, a gentle reminder of claim, of promise. “Then don’t think. Just feel.”
Cole pressed closer, lips near my ear. “Feel me. My presence. My desire.”
Geri laughed softly, low and intimate, brushing his lips along my shoulder. “Feel me too. Feel all of us.”
I shivered, overwhelmed, and yet a warmth spread through me, a deep, intoxicating fire. I didn’t pull away. I let them claim me in small ways, letting the tension and passion build without losing myself.
The night wrapped around us, full of possibilities, full of unspoken promises.