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“A tragedy,” Keir murmured, his eyes dancing with mischief.

“We’ll clean up,” Cade said, his tone making it clear this was not a suggestion for the other two. “Take your time.”

I nodded, turning to leave before pausing in the doorway. “I thought I might spend some time in the library after,” I added, glancing over my shoulder. “I’ve been wanting to finish that book on Renaissance art techniques.”

The look that passed between the three of them made my stomach flip with anticipation.

“The library,” Cade repeated, something dark and promising in his tone. “An excellent choice.”

I practically fled to my room, my heart racing with a combination of nervousness and excitement. The shower gave me time to collect myself, the hot water sluicing away the last traces of sleep. I took my time, partly to tease them and partly because I genuinely needed a moment to prepare mentally for whatever was about to happen.

The Sinclair mansion’s library was one of my favorite rooms—two stories of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, comfortable leather seating arranged in conversational groupings, and enormous windows that filled the space with natural light. A massive stone fireplace dominated one wall, while the oppositefeatured a balcony that overlooked the main floor, accessible by a wrought iron spiral staircase.

I settled onto one of the oversized leather sofas with the art book I’d mentioned, though I found myself reading the same paragraph repeatedly as my mind wandered to what might happen when the brothers found me. The anticipation was almost unbearable, every small noise making me look up expectantly.

When they finally appeared, it was all three at once—as if they’d coordinated their entrance for maximum impact. They moved with the silent grace of predators, spreading out to approach from different angles. Cade took the armchair opposite me, while Logan leaned against the bookshelf to my right. Keir perched on the arm of the sofa, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him.

“Interesting book?” Cade asked, his voice deceptively casual.

I glanced down at the page I hadn’t actually been reading. “Very,” I replied. “Renaissance techniques are fascinating.”

“Hmm.” Cade’s eyes never left my face. “You seem distracted.”

“Can’t imagine why,” I muttered, setting the book aside with a sigh of defeat. “It’s not like I’m being circled by three alpha werewolves or anything.”

“Is that what we’re doing?” Keir asked innocently, though his eyes were anything but. “Circling?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” I accused. “The coordinated entrance? The strategic positioning? This is a military operation, not a casual Sunday morning.”

Logan’s laugh was warm and genuine. “Busted,” he admitted. “Though I object to being compared to Keir in any tactical scenario. He couldn’t coordinate his way out of a paper bag.”

“Hey!” Keir protested. “I’m plenty strategic. I’m just more… improvisational.”

“Children,” Cade admonished, though his lips twitched with amusement. His eyes returned to me, darkening perceptibly. “But you’re right, Finn. This isn’t casual. Nothing about what we want to do to you is casual.”

The blunt statement sent heat flooding through me.

“Oh?” I managed, my voice embarrassingly breathless. “And what exactly did you have in mind?”

“Why don’t we show you?” Logan suggested, pushing away from the bookshelf to approach the sofa. He moved with deliberate slowness, giving me plenty of time to retreat if I wanted to.

I didn’t move an inch.

“Starting with getting you out of these clothes,” Keir added, his fingers already playing with the hem of my Henley. “As nice as you look in them.”

“In the library?” I squeaked, glancing toward the door. “What if Drew comes back early?”

“He won’t be back until six,” Cade reminded me, rising from his chair with predatory grace. “And even if he did return early, no one would disturb us here. Not when they know we’re… occupied.”

The way he said “occupied” made it sound like the filthiest word in the English language.

“But still,” I protested weakly as Keir’s hand slid beneath my shirt, his fingers warm against my skin. “It’s the library. There are books. Important, valuable books.”

“We’re not planning to defile the books, little fox,” Logan assured me, his voice tinged with amusement as he settled on my other side. “Just you.”

“Oh,” I breathed, my objections evaporating as Keir’s hand traveled higher, pushing my shirt up to expose my stomach. “Well, when you put it that way…”

Cade remained standing before me, his eyes tracking every reaction as his brothers began their sensual assault. There was something intensely erotic about being the sole focus of his attention while Logan and Keir’s hands explored my body.