Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Fuck yes, she is.
I lower my mouth to hers, claiming what’s mine, what’s ours, as the forest bears silent witness to what was always meant to be. She tastes of rain and fear and ours. I drink her in, savoring the moment when resistance melts into acceptance. Arching against me, she’s no longer fighting but seeking, demanding.
Even though I don’t want to, I break the kiss, pulling back just enough to see her face.
Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with adrenaline and desire. The chase has awakened something in her, too—something wild and hungry that matches the beast inside me.
The tension between us crackles like electricity before a storm. Years of separation, of longing, of broken pieces trying to fit back together. None of us is the same person we were before. We’re all scarred, all haunted, all hungry for something we can’t name.
Reaching for her hand, one I’m still pinning above her head, Arson laces his fingers through hers with deliberate slowness. The sight of it—his scarred knuckles against her pale skin—sends a jolt of possessiveness through me that’s immediately tempered by how right and complete this moment feels.
“The three of us,” I say, releasing her other wrist at last. “That’s how it was always supposed to be.”
She sits up slowly, forcing me to shift back onto my knees. The forest floor has left impressions on her skin—dirt, leaves, the texture of moss. She looks wild, untamed, like a creature born of the woods themselves.
I reach for her face, cupping her cheek with a hand that’s still trembling slightly from exertion and something deeper. “It only feels like this because you never thought you would get both of us to agree. You never thought we would give it all up so we could both have a piece of you. Some things are worth more than the need for revenge or blood.”
The rain has slowed to a gentle patter, filtering through the canopy in dappled patterns that play across her skin. For a moment, none of us move, suspended as we are in this fragile new reality we’re creating.
“You two are insane.” She shakes her head. “Absolutely fucking insane.”
Arson grins, that familiar reckless smile I’d thought I’d never see again. “Never claimed otherwise.”
I feel my own lips curving in response. “You knew what you were getting into.”
“Did I?” she challenges, but there’s warmth beneath the words now. “Did any of us?”
I lean in closer, my breath mingling with hers. “No. But this is our life, messy, bloody, full of pain and love.”
Her eyes search mine, seeking truth and certainty. I let her see it all—the hunger, the need, the love that’s consumed me for longer than I care to admit.
Arson’s hand slides up her arm and over her shoulder to cup the back of her neck. A gesture of comfort, of claiming. “We want you,” he murmurs. “Both of us together.”
She shivers under his touch, under the intensity of our combined focus. I can feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the heat emanating from her rain-soaked skin.
“Say it again,” I demand softly. “Who do you belong to?”
Her lips part, tongue darting out to wet them. I track the movement, transfixed. “You,” she breathes. “Both of you.”
Satisfaction rumbles in my chest, primal and deep. I lower my head, brushing my lips across her jawline, tasting salt and rainwater. She tilts her head back, offering me her throat in a gesture of surrender that makes my blood sing.
Arson’s mouth finds hers then, claiming her with a ferocity that steals my breath. I watch as she yields to him, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. A low growl escapes me, part warning, part approval. He breaks the kiss, breathing hard, eyes dark with desire.
“Share,” he rasps, the single word heavy with meaning.
I nod, leaning in to take his place. Her lips are swollen, tender from his onslaught, and I gentle my approach, savoring the soft glide of her mouth against mine. She sighs into the kiss, her body melting against me, trusting in a way she hasn’t allowed herself to be in years.
My hands roam her curves, relearning dips and hollows that have haunted my dreams. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her as my thumb grazes the underside of her breast. Arson’s hands join mine, his touch rougher, more demanding.
He palms her hip, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pulls her back against his chest. She gasps at the contact, at the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against her.
“You belong to us,” Arson growls against her ear, his breath hot and soaked in hunger. “And we’re going to claim every inch of you.”
He nips her earlobe—not hard, but sharp enough to make her flinch. To make her gasp.
“Together.”
Her breath shudders. She’s trembling. From the cold. From the rain. From us.