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Dani

“Damn, Dani, you roll the best joints!” Jules says as she passes it to Amelia. She takes a deep inhale.

“Why do you consider yourself a fallen angel, Amelia?” I ask, curiosity tinged with confusion. “You’ve talked about being sent here for the guys, so why does that make you a ‘fallen angel’? Don’t fallen angels get cast out from the heavens for some sort of sin?”

Amelia throws her head back and releases a melodic laugh that fills the smoky air around us.

Her eyes, glazed and shimmering, look particularly striking in their chocolate-brown hue.

“Dani, you’re quite adorable,” she chuckles, her laughter bubbling up like a sparkling stream.

“The only reason I call myself a fallen celestial being is that I find myself mingling with demons. I prefer to keep things real and genuine. But no, I wasn’t tossed out of the ‘heavens,’ as you might say.

.. You do realize there’s no such thing as heaven, right?

” Amelia’s eyes would have grown wide with astonishment, but the haze of the weed she just smoked kept them comfortably glazed. “Crap, I shouldn’t have said that!”

“Babe, it’s fine! We don’t follow religion,” Jules assures her, her voice dripping with casual ease. “So, it’s not like you’ve just shattered the magic of Santa Claus for us by saying he isn’t real.”

I gasp dramatically, my eyes widening in exaggerated disbelief. “Santa isn’t real!?!” I exclaim, putting on what I think is a masterful performance of shock. But in all honesty, who am I fucking kidding? My mind feels hazy and foggy as I realize I’m stoned as hell.

Amelia and Jules laugh loudly, their cheerful voices filling the room. I laugh with them, enjoying the moment.

All night long, the earthy scent of weed curls around us like a warm blanket as we share endless jokes, laughter, and playful banter. Jules has always been a sister to me, and now, I have another.

My heart feels full.

“Okay, Dani, I am dying to know! Which one of your mates has the biggest dick?”

“Ew! Julia! I don’t want to know, Dani!” Amelia exclaims, her voice filled with embarrassment. She recoils slightly, a look of horror crossing her face. “Those are my brothers!”

Jules giggles, playfully flicking Amelia’s nose with a teasing grin. “Oh, come on now! No, they aren’t!” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I want to know, Dani! Spill!”

I eye them both and smile. I’ll play along. “Adonis. Which I figured was a given. But Dax and Killian are also hung. And no one has ever made me cum like those three do…” I roll my eyes back for theatrics.

“Gross!” Amelia says with a disgusted look on her face as she covers her ears. “Give me that joint. I need more if we are going down this road.”

I pass it back to her.

“Hmmm, what else can I ask… Who is the best cuddler?” I can see the questions swirling in Jules’ mind. She isn’t into men, but she has always loved living vicariously through my sex life.

“Oh, that’s easy. Killian.” I take a sip of my white wine.

“Who is the most passionate? ”

“Dax,” I say back quickly without thinking. “He is, after all, the demon of passion.”

“Who do you love the most!?” Amelia blurts out, then covers her mouth with her hand and giggles.

“Ooh, good one, babe. But I think that one is a given.”

My heart aches a little at Jules’ words—it’s not the sting of her statement that cuts deep, but the undeniable truth in it.

I can’t shake the unsettling thought of whether Dax and Killian are aware of this and how they might feel about it.

My love for Dax and Killian is immense, an all-consuming force that gathers in my chest like a storm ready to break.

I would never forgive myself if I caused them any pain, especially considering what I feel for Adonis.

My bonds with Dax and Killian is irreplaceable; they are my heart and home.

I could never choose between them because they are a part of me, forever intertwined in my life.

But Adonis... that bond is different from Killian and Dax’s and I have no clue why.

Perhaps it’s because I met him first? It’s a whirlwind of passion, desire, and love like nothing I’ve ever experienced, a dizzying thrill that captivates my soul.

Adonis gives me the feeling of coming home—that feeling when you can kick off your shoes and take a deep breath because you are in your safe space.

You feel shielded and secure, as if surrounded by an invisible barrier that keeps the outside chaos at bay, allowing you to truly relax and revel in the serenity of being protected and at peace.

He is the reason my heart beats so wildly.

“Adonis. It’s Adonis. She doesn’t want to say it because it makes her feel guilty.

She loves Dax and Killian so much too, but Adonis makes her swoon.

” I eye Amelia, curious if she can read my thoughts, as she has never told me what she is capable of.

“Relax, Dani. I can’t read your thoughts.

But I can read body language very, very well.

And I’m not blind. I see you with all three of them, and it’s evident you love them all.

But when you’re with Adonis… your world stops spinning—your heart races, and you never take your eyes off him.

Kil and Dax know it, too. They are fine with it because they know you still love them deeply. ”

“I knew it!” Jules says as she reaches for the wine bottle and pours the rest into our three glasses.

“Alright, alright. Enough with the questions,” I say.

“Yeah, good idea,” Amelia agrees. “Next, I bet Jules was going to ask you to describe their… their…” Amelia tries to spit out the word. “Their… um, penis shape,” She whispers the word penis. Her innocence kills me.

“Do you ever swear?” I ask Amelia. “Say ‘cock’. Call their beautiful meat flutes what they are.” I smile at her, and Jules laughs.

“Can you even say dick? Or fuck?” I joke with her.

“I swear! You make me sound like a total prude, Dani,” Amelia huffs, her lips forming a delicate pout.

Jules drapes an arm around Amelia’s shoulders and leans down to plant a gentle kiss on the top of her head, her voice warm and reassuring. “She is anything but a prude, trust me,” she declares with a wink. She raises two fingers and wiggles her tongue teasingly between them in a cheeky gesture.

Amelia, feigning indignation, playfully swats Jules’ arm, a smile breaking through her mock annoyance as the lust between them sparkles. “What’s a better word for… cock then?” Amelia asks. “See, I said it. I swore,” she playfully sticks out her tongue at me, and I smile.

“How about a joystick? Winking willy? Oh, oh! I got it, what about custard launcher?! A blue-veined custard launcher!” Jules says enthusiastically without breaking a smile .

I spit my wine out, spraying it everywhere. “Custard launcher?!” Amelia and I howl out, laughing hard, and Jules laughs along.

“That’s it. That’s the one!” I wipe the tears from my eyes. “I’m calling their cocks blue-veined custard launchers from now on.”

Amelia scrunches her nose in disgust, “You know, suddenly I think that is worse than cock or dick… I don’t want to imagine it as a ‘custard launcher,’ you sickos!”

Laughing at her reaction, I blurt out, “Dax has a pierced cock!”

“Ew, Dani! No!” Amelia makes a fake gagging noise, and Jules and I throw our heads back, laughing so hard that tears stream down our faces.

As the hours pass, we find ourselves enveloped in a cozy haze of laughter and conversation.

The night unfolds in a delightful blur, filled with wine and the scent of fresh weed mingling with our joy.

We nestle into our comfortable spots on the couch, recounting stories and sharing secrets while the flickering glow of scary movies dance across the walls.

My eyelids grow heavy and I find myself drifting off momentarily, only to jolt back to awareness.

I cast a sleepy glance at Amelia, who lies peacefully, her head nestled against Jules’ chest. Jules’ gentle rise and fall of breathing creates a soothing rhythm that lulls her into a serene slumber, her head bobbing slightly with each breath.

I stand up and whisper, “I’m going to bed. Need me to help you carry Amelia? ”

“That’s alright, I’ll carry her. She’s as light as a feather,” Jules reassures with a gentle smile.

With tender care, she leans down to scoop her up, but Amelia stirs awake just as she is about to lift her. Her sleepy eyes blink open, and with a soft groan, she begins to drag her little feet toward the guest bedroom. Hand in hand with Jules, the two make their way to bed.

I smile, happy that Jules found someone truly amazing.

I go to my room and get ready for bed. I strip down to my black cotton panties and throw on an oversized t-shirt that I’m pretty sure is Carter’s. The second my head hits the pillow, I’m sleeping.