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It’s written all over her face.
“No…” she whispers, her voice a broken plea. “You can’t go! You can’t leave me alone!”
There’s a pressure in my chest, a voice that tells me to stay, to keep her close.
But I can’t.
The quicker this shit is dealt with, the better.
Mikhail moves forward, his steps quiet as he approaches her. I stand by the door, watching my brother as he gently reaches out to touch her cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing her skin in a tender gesture.
Chiara doesn’t pull away.
“We’ll be gone for only a few days.” Mikhail says, his voice soft, an attempt to soothe her with his words. “Don’t worry, beauty. Everything is here. You’ll be comfortable here.”
Her eyes search his, then they move to mine.
I can see the wheels in her head spinning. She's trying to figure out if this is real, or if this is just another part of the game we’re playing.
I move towards her, the weight of her gaze following every step I take in her direction. Reaching out, I cup the other side of her face.
“I can’t be alone.” She whispers brokenly, her fingers digging into our forearms. “Please don’t leave me alone.”
I release a heavy breath, feeling my jaw tighten.
“Chiara…”
She shakes her head, tears filling her eyes as she pulls our arms closer to her body.
“No! You don’t understand!” She swallows hard, eyes darting between either one of ours, blinking as her eyes leak water. “I can’t be left alone.Please.Ineedsomething. Please don’t leave me alone like this.”
I find myself frowning slightly, confused by what she means.
We’ve given her everything, so what does she mean?
I release a heavy breath, feeling my jaw tighten at the desperation in her voice, the trembling plea of something deeper.
“Chiara…”
She shakes her head violently, tears brimming her eyes as she pulls our arms closer to her chest.
She’s breathing quickly now, unevenly too, and her skin is flushed with something more than just fear.
“No! You don’t understand.” Her voice cracks, raw with need. She swallows hard, her eyes darting between ours, wide and pleading. “I need…I can’t be left alone. Please.” Her thighs press together, her hips shifting subtly. “Ineedyou. I need to feelbothof you. I can’t be left alone, not like this!”
My frown deepens, confusion mingling with something darker, primal, which stirs low in my stomach.
We’ve given her everything—safety, shelter, comfort—so what can she possibly need now?
Mikhail moves forward, pulling her into him as I step closer behind him.
The pull between the three of us only intensifies from here.
Her hands tremble against ours, and for a moment, the three of us are connected in a way that feels so damn permanent.
“Chiara…” Mikhail begins saying, his voice low and soothing, but there’s also an unmistakable edge to it now, something dark and hungry, curling around his words. It makes her pause, her breath hitching in her throat. “How do you need us, beauty?” He doesn’t give her a chance to answer. “Inside you? Filling you?” Her breathing grows heavy. “You need us both to stretch you open? You need us both to coat your womb? To breed you? Is that it, beauty?”
Her entire body shudders as she presses her thighs together, like she’s trying to hold back the ache that’s building between them.