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I step into the hallway fresh from a shower, stretching my arms behind my head as I roll out the tightness in my shoulders. Most of the guys have already retreated for the night, leaving the house kind of quiet. Being an only child meant that Christmases were always very quiet. My family choosing to celebrate with a giant party before usually?—

A familiar note plays on the piano.

Levi.

The door to his room is cracked just enough for me to peek in. Levi is sitting on the piano bench, Sable straddling his lap, her dress is hiked up around her thighs. The soft light from the floor lamp casts a glow over her bare skin. Her hands tangled in his black hair, tugging slightly as she presses her lips to his.

My mouth goes dry.

Fuck, they’re beautiful together.

Levi’s hands grip her waist, fingers digging into her. There’s something in the way he holds her, like he’s worshipping her, molding him to her body. And something about that, about seeing them like this, sets something ablaze in me.

I push the door open fully, stepping inside. “You two started without me?”

Levi breaks the kiss, glancing over his shoulder. His dark eyes are heavy-lidded, his lips kiss-bruised and wet. He doesn’t answer, just arches a brow.

Sable’s gaze looks over Levi’s shoulder, her pupils already blown out, her cheeks filled with heat. She’s definitely came recently and my cock tents my pants at the thought of Levi making her come.

Sable, on the other hand, doesn’t hesitate.

Her gaze flicks to mine, her pupils already blown wide with heat. “You were taking too long,” she teases, her voice like honey, dripping and slow. But there’s an invitation in her smirk, a dare lingering in the space between us.

I stalk forward until I‘m behind Levi, reaching out to cup Sable’s jaw, tilting her face toward mine. Her lips part slightly, and I drink in the sight of her, her flushed skin, the way her body trembles just the slightest bit in anticipation.

I kiss her.

It’s not soft.

It’s hungry.

She melts into it, moaning against my mouth, her fingers sliding up my chest to grip the front of my shirt. She tastes like her own pussy and I know that Levi has definitely eaten her cunt and I need more.

I pull back slightly, my lips still brushing hers, but my gaze flicks to Levi. He’s watching us, his jaw clenched, his fingers still wrapped tight around her hips.

Before I can second-guess myself, I reach for him.

His breath stutters, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his eyes darken, flicking between mine before dropping to my lips.

Fuck it.

I close the distance, my hand tangling in his hair as my mouth crashes against his.

Levi fucking groans. It’s deep, raw, and it goes straight to my cock. His lips part instinctively, and I take full advantage, sliding my tongue against his, testing, teasing. His hand snaps up to my jaw, gripping tightly, his control breaking for just a moment before he takes it back, kissing me like he’s starving for it.

And fuck—I think I might be starving for it too.

I push into it, into him, letting the taste of Sable linger on both of our tongues. My fingers tighten in his hair, and when he groans again it’s like a fucking switch flips in my brain.

I should be freaking out right now.

I’ve only ever fucked women. Touched them. Kissed them. Worshiped them.

And yet?—

There’s something about him. About Kai. About the two of them that’s been slowly unraveling inside me for months, tying knots in my chest that I haven’t been able to loosen.

It’s in the way Kai smirks whenever I watch them together, like he knows something I don’t. Like he’s been expecting this. And fuck, maybe he has. Because the truth is—I’ve always noticed them. Levi, with his storm-colored eyes and his barely restrained violence, the way he feels everything too much and tries to swallow it down.

Kai, the way he looks at Levi like he belongs to him in some unspoken way. I don’t know when the curiosity started. Maybe it was watching the way Sable falls apart for them—so insatiable when they touch her, so fucking greedy for them both. Maybe it’s the way she writhes.

And I want to understand it.

I want to understand them.

I want to feel it.

I want to see if there’s something there for me too.

Because something is pulling me toward them, and I don’t know how to fight it.

And the truth is… I don’t think I want to.

I pull back just slightly, breathing hard, my fingers still tangled in Levi’s hair. His pupils are blown, his lips red and wet, his breath ghosting over my mouth.

But I don’t let go.

Not yet.

Because I know now—I want this.

Maybe I’ve always wanted this.

I just needed a reason to stop fucking running.

Sable’s hands thread through both of our hair, her breath hitching as she watches us. “Fuck,” she whispers, her voice trembling, her hips shifting on Levi’s lap, seeking friction.

I break the kiss, panting slightly, and Levi licks his lips, watching me like he’s trying to figure out if that really just happened.

And then I press my lips to Sable’s again, while my hands move to help Levi take her apart.

Because if this is what we are, if this is how we worship her—how we worship each other—then I’ll gladly fucking kneel at their altar.

Sable gasps into my mouth as Levi’s hands tighten around her thighs, pulling her back into his lap where she belongs. I can feel the heat radiating off her, her body trembling between us. Her hands are tangled in my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss, her lips swollen and eager.

I grin against her mouth, letting my hands roam down the curve of her back, gripping her ass firmly. She moans into me, pressing herself harder against Levi’s cock, which I hope is straining against his pants beneath her. Like mine fucking is now.

His hand leaves Sable’s hip for a moment—just long enough to grip my jaw, turning my face away from Sable, toward him again. His fingers press into my skin.

He leans in again, his mouth crashing against mine, rougher this time. He’s not just testing the waters now, he’s claiming. His teeth nip at my bottom lip, his tongue sweeping against mine, fierce, unrelenting.

Sable watches us, her chest rising and falling, her lips slightly parted as she lets out the softest, neediest moan I’ve ever fucking heard.

That sound.

It sends fire through my veins, makes my cock twitch against my jeans. My hands drop to Levi’s shoulders, my grip tightening as I push back into the kiss, matching his intensity, meeting his challenge.

“Are you two just gonna keep making out? Shall I give you two the room?”

Levi smirks, pulling away slightly, his hand slipping from my belt to grab her chin instead. He tilts her face toward him, pressing a slow, deep kiss to her lips. When he finally pulls back, he mutters against her mouth, “You really have no patience, trouble.”

She smiles against him, biting at his lower lip.

I let out a low chuckle. “You heard the girl.”

Levi doesn’t need to be told twice.

He shifts beneath her, and with one swift motion, flips her onto her back across the piano bench. She lets out a small gasp of surprise, her hair spilling over the edge, her dress now hiked up to barely cover anything.

I lick my lips, staring down at her. She’s so fucking beautiful.

Ours.

Completely ours.

Levi looms over her, his hands bracketing her waist, his lips hovering just above hers. “Since you’re so eager,” he murmurs, “why don’t you tell us exactly what you want?”

Her breath hitches. Her body arches slightly beneath him.

“I—I want you. Both of you.”

Levi’s smirk is pure sin. “Oh, you’re so pretty when you look so desperate for cock.”

My cock throbs at the sound of her whimpers as she looks up at both of us, completely at our mercy.

She whimpers, her thighs squeezing together, and I let out a low chuckle.

“Come on, baby girl,” I taunt, leaning in to nip at the side of her throat. “You know better than that. Say it like you fucking mean it.” Her body arches, her hips shifting in search of friction, but we don’t give her any. Not yet.

“I want you both,” she breathes, her voice shaky but desperate. “I need you both. Please.”

Levi grins like a predator, his grip slipping down to grab her throat, fingers curling just right, applying the perfect amount of pressure. “That’s more like it,” he purrs.

I move lower, spreading her thighs wider, my mouth hovering over her soaked, aching pussy.

Levi shifts behind me, dragging his hand up my back, gripping my shoulder. “Let’s put that pretty mouth of hers to work.”

Fuck yes.

I shift up, hovering above her, my jeans already unbuttoned. Levi yanks them down, his hand wrapping around my length, stroking me once, twice, teasing.

Levi’s hand on me is different. I’ve had a hundred hands on my cock before. But this? This is something else. His grip is firm, confident… manly. The first slow stroke sends a sharp pulse of heat straight down my spine, my hips jerking forward on instinct. My brain stutters, trying to process the feeling of him touching me, his fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I should stop this. I should want to stop this. But I don’t.

My chest is tight, my breath uneven, and when he strokes me again, dragging his thumb over the slit, smearing pre-cum down the length, I let out a low groan that I can’t even fucking swallow.

Jesus Christ.

I shouldn’t be reacting like this. But my cock twitches in his hand, needing more, needing him, and it terrifies me how much I fucking love it. I squeeze my eyes shut for half a second, forcing my brain to catch up to what my body already knows.

Levi strokes me again, and my head tilts back slightly, my throat bobbing, my hands gripping Sable’s thighs like I need something to anchor me.

My stepbrother.

My fucking stepbrother.

Sable’s eyes are blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted. Like a fucking goddess.

My goddess

Our goddess.

“You want it, babygirl?” I ask, dragging the head of my cock along her bottom lip, smearing it with pre-cum.

She nods frantically, her tongue peeking out to tease the tip, eyes locked onto mine.

Goddamn, she’s so good.

“Open,” Levi says.

She obeys instantly, parting her lips, letting me slide in, slow, letting her feel every inch. Her tongue swirls, her throat tightening perfectly, and fuck?—

“Just like that,” I groan, threading my fingers through her hair, keeping her still.

Levi doesn’t waste time. His hands shove her thighs further apart, and then—fuck— his tongue drags along her soaked folds.

Sable moans around me, the vibration sending a shudder straight through my spine. The way she takes it, the way she fucking loves it, makes my cock throb in her mouth. Levi’s groan vibrates against her pussy as he devours her like a starved man, his fingers curling inside her.

I pull back just enough to tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me.

“You’re so fucking messy for us,” I murmur, thumb swiping away the saliva dripping from her lips. “So desperate to be used.”

She whimpers, her body trembling, Levi’s fingers working inside her with relentless precision. His other hand grips my hip, his mouth never leaving her, sucking and biting at her clit, driving her straight to the fucking edge. Sable’s legs start shaking, her body tensing. “Oh, no,” Levi growls against her. “Not yet, trouble. You don’t get to come until we fucking wreck you.”

I groan at his words, my hand tightening in her hair as I push deeper into her throat, holding her there for a beat, feeling her struggle, feeling her submission.

“Please,” she chokes out between moans, her hips rolling, her mouth stretched around my cock, her whole fucking body pleading for more.

“I love you so much, babygirl. Hold out for us. Don’t come just yet. You can wait for us.”

Levi pulls back just enough to grin up at me, his lips shiny with her slick. “Let’s see how loud we can make her scream.” He works quickly, pulling his cock out of his pants. He has two piercings. One at the base of his cock and one at the head. I wonder what it would feel like to have that down my throat. Fuck me. I’m not going to last long.

He pushes the head of his cock into Sable and I feel the way she swallows me down greedily in response. He begins to thrust, bouncing sable further on my cock.

“You feel so fucking good, Trouble.”

I should be focused on Sable. On the way she clings to us, the way she gives herself over completely. But my eyes stay on him.

His jaw clenches, his body taut with tension, his skin slick with sweat, his control slipping just enough to be dangerous.

And then he looks up at me.

It’s brief, a flick of darkened onyx, but it punches straight through my ribs.

I grit my teeth, my grip tightening, my body drawn so tight I feel like I might snap. “I’m going to come,” I say, my hands fisting into her hand to shove her further down on my cock. I come down her throat as Sable swallows me down.

“Pull out of her mouth,” Levi says. “I want to taste you.”

My stomach tightens, my breath stalling. Fuck.

If I hadn’t already unraveled, I would now. Because the way he says it? The way he demands it?

It wrecks me.

I pull back, my breath ragged, my entire body thrumming with something I don’t have a name for. Sable gasps slightly, her lips swollen, her breath hot against my skin. And Levi—Levi doesn’t fucking hesitate. He leans down, still moving against her, still owning her, and captures her lips in a deep, devouring kiss. His cock still pounding into her as he slides his tongue against hers, as he takes the taste of me straight from her mouth. And I can’t fucking breathe.

Oh, fuck.

Levi’s grip on Sable tightens, his body going rigid as his rhythm stutters.

I don’t know what makes me do it—maybe it’s the way his breath hitches, the way his body locks up—but my hand moves before I can stop myself. I grip his jaw, forcing his gaze to stay locked on me. But I keep my focus on Sable’s flushed face. “Let go, babygirl. Come on my brother’s cock while he fills you up.”

Levi growls, a deep, visceral sound, before burying himself one last time, his entire body trembling as he crashes into oblivion.

Sable gasps, her nails raking down his back as he shudders, his breath stuttering against her skin, his body collapsing into hers.

We take a few moments. Coming back down. Sable lets out a slow breath, her body completely spent. Levi is still for a moment before he moves, lifting her with surprising gentleness, carrying her across the room and laying her onto the bed.

I watch as he moves. The way his muscles flex under his inked skin, the way his jaw tightens when he glances at me, like he’s still processing what the fuck just happened. What the fuck we just did.

Sable reaches for the water bottle on the nightstand, taking a few slow sips before tapping the spot next to her. "Come on, Day,"

I hesitate for a second before climbing in beside her. Levi is still across the room, running a hand over his face, as if he’s trying to clear his head. But then he moves too, grabbing a few towels, cleaning himself off before tossing one to me.

Levi finally settles on the other side of Sable, his body sinking into the mattress. He looks over at me. Studying me.

I meet his gaze, my breath still uneven, my skin still buzzing. There’s no teasing smirk on his face this time. No cocky remark. Just a quiet sort of intensity that makes my chest tighten.

He doesn’t look away. And neither do I.

What now?

I should say something. I should break whatever this is between us, make a joke, make it easy.

But I don’t.

Instead, I shift slightly, running a hand down my face before I murmur, “I kissed you.”

Levi exhales sharply, his jaw clenching. “No shit. Why?”

Why?

Because I don’t know how to fucking say it, not the way he’d need to hear it. Because words have never been enough for me.

Because I love him. And Sable. And Silas. And Kai.

And I don’t know how to show it any other way.

I swallow hard, my hands flexing at my sides. “Because I wanted to.”

Levi scoffs, shaking his head, but his grip on the sheets tightens. “That’s not a fucking answer.”

“Yes, it is.” My voice is steady now, certain. No hesitation. No shame.

His nostrils flare, his brows knitting together in frustration, in something else.

I don’t stop.

“I love you.”

His whole body tenses. Like I just punched him in the gut.

He blinks, once. Like he wasn’t expecting it. Like I just cracked the fucking foundation he’s been hiding behind.

“I love all of you. And I don’t know any other way to show it. Because words? Words feel empty, Levi. They’re just fucking sounds, and I don’t know how to make them enough. So, I do what I know. I touch. I take. I give. I show it the only way I can.”

Levi sits stunned, like I’ve thrown him into a fight he didn’t see coming.

Like I’ve ripped the control straight from his hands.

And Levi hates losing control.

I lean in. “Tell me you don’t feel it too. Tell me you don’t fucking want it.”

Levi doesn’t say anything.

Doesn’t say no.

Instead, his hands loosen from the blanket and slide up, gripping my jaw, his thumb dragging across my bottom lip.

His eyes flick to Sable, and she’s watching us, the corners of her lips curling, amused, dark, knowing.

“Oh,” she muses, “Kai’s going to be so fucking jealous he didn’t get to kiss you first.”

The tension in the air cracks.

Levi’s lips twitch, the smallest fucking smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

That’s when I know.

He’s mine. Just like she’s mine.

And there’s no running from it anymore.