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Isabetta

I wasn’t sure how long we had been asleep, but the sun was still up when I woke, and it didn’t feel like I had slept through an entire night.

My first impulse was to stretch, but indulging in the action only highlighted how sore I felt and the ache that stabbed between my thighs made the memory of what happened before I slept come crashing back.

Renzo and I had finally had sex, and it had been far more intense than I ever could have imagined.

His cock had stretched me more than I thought possible.

It had hurt but had also felt so good. Was sex supposed to feel like that?

Even when it had hurt and I had asked him to stop, it had felt good.

Thinking back, I was glad he hadn’t stopped.

I had been scared, but my fear would have kept me from experiencing something wonderful.

And then there were the twins.

My cheeks instantly flamed at the thought of Renzo sharing me with them.

He’d talked like this had been their plan all along, but I hadn’t been expecting any of the things they had done.

I wouldn’t have thought those words could come out of Milo’s mouth, and Havoc’s penis …

his piercings. I throbbed between my thighs just thinking about them.

What kind of person did that to such a sensitive place?

Peering around the room, I realized I wasn’t alone in the bed.

Milo lay on his side, smiling down at me, his head resting on his hand.

“Hello there, ragazzo dolce. We were worried you were going to sleep through the day and the night. Not surprising, really, with how much you’ve been through. No one blames you for being exhausted.”

I was speechless; what did you say to a man you had just slept with who was not your husband?

I tugged the sheets up higher, trying to hide myself.

Not that he let me, hooking a finger over the edge, and holding it at the base of my throat.

At least it covered me, as now I was more awake, I realized I was almost naked beneath the sheet.

Although I guess that was to be expected, it wasn’t like any of the men would have dressed me for bed.

Had my suitcases even been brought up to the room?

“What do you say to a shower? Normally I’d recommend a bath after a night like that, but Renzo and Havoc are downstairs making food, and you should probably eat something.

If we don’t get down there in time, Havoc will eat everything.

For a skinny guy, he can eat like there is no tomorrow.

” Milo had such a kind smile on his face, I couldn’t be mad at the way he was keeping me from hiding behind the sheet.

Not to mention, a shower did sound fantastic.

Holding the sheet to my chest, I did my best to unhook his finger.

Finally, once he let go, I sat up and searched for the bathroom.

Milo had moved to stand beside the bed, his hand now held out to me.

I stared at it uncertainly, unsure whether to take it.

Honestly, I didn’t know how to act around Milo after everything that had happened last night, and it saddened me.

Understanding bloomed in his eyes, and he sat on the edge of the bed.

“You’re probably feeling a bit overwhelmed, huh?

” The question was soft, just like the Milo I was used to.

The one who told me jokes when I was upset and made sure the other two boys weren’t being rude to me.

He was the one who always made sure I wasn’t being left out.

His wings unfolded from his back, and one of them wrapped around me in a movement that helped me feel safe again, like everything was going to be okay.

Still unsure of my voice, I nodded in response to his question, and he smiled.

“We’re going to talk about what happened last night over some food. All four of us. We’ll lay out what we want from you, and I hope you are willing to listen and take it on board. The four of us could be amazing. But I also want to make sure you know that we all love you.”

His words had my blush deepening. What did you say when someone who wasn’t your husband told you they loved you?

I tried to recall whether Renzo had told me he loved me yet.

Had I told him? I had always loved him, and he had been my first crush.

And though I wanted to say he had been the only crush I had ever had, there had also been thoughts about the twins that I had never given voice to, as what would have been the point?

Renzo and I had been promised to each other since we were children.

Wanting to flee the conversation, I slid to the edge of the bed and pulled the sheet tight around me.

Setting my feet on the floor, I winced as I stood, almost falling, but Milo was there to steady me.

I took a couple of steps, but the ache between my legs was unbelievable.

I didn’t get more than a couple of feet from the bed before Milo swept me up in his arms, an echo of Renzo carrying me into the villa when we first arrived.

“It’s okay, ragazzo dolce, I’ve got you. And there’s a bench in the shower, so you can relax in there. We probably should have taken your shoes off last night. I’m sorry, we were all tired by the end.”

The bathroom that he carried me into was bigger than my bedroom at my parents’ house.

It had a large corner tub with jets that looked big enough for both Renzo and me, and I planned on finding out.

Though right now, I needed to get clean, something only a shower could accomplish.

The shower took up another corner of the bathroom.

It was a glassed off area that you could walk straight into, with two shower heads on each of the walls and a bench running underneath one of the sprays. And it looked like heaven.

It was a good thing Milo was holding onto me, because my knees grew weak simply from looking at it.

He didn’t set me down on the bench, instead he rested me on the vanity before taking off my heels and massaging my feet as he spoke.

“I am going to get the water started. Then I can either help you into the shower, or leave you be. I’ll be in the bedroom, if that’s what you decide. ”

My cheeks blushed at the thought of him being in the shower with me, never mind that I had only now noticed he was walking around naked.

The sight of his back flexing as he turned on the shower, his wings folded against his skin before shimmering away, leaving his tattoos visible.

I had always been envious of all three men and their ability to summon their wings at will.

While many of my cousins had wings, I hadn’t inherited that trait.

My eyes traced over the swirls of dark ink that decorated Milo’s skin while he prepared my shower, his hand reaching under the spray to check the temperature.

Not to mention he had the nicest ass I had ever seen.

It was the only ass I had seen, but it was good, I was sure of it.

I pulled the sheet tighter around myself as he looked over his shoulder.

His dark eyes staring right into my soul.

It had always been a skill of his, pulling the truth from people with just a look.

I had always wondered if it was some kind of magic that came from being a Scion of Huginn.

He didn’t talk about his abilities often, neither of the twins did, preferring people thought they were Nephilim like Renzo and me.

“I’d like to be alone; I think.” The words spilled out of me before I realized I had even decided. My voice was shaky and huskier than I could ever remember it being.

Then Milo nodded, like he really didn’t mind that I didn’t want him here. That he knew it wasn’t personal, and I simply needed some time to myself. Time to process and gather my thoughts before I had to face the three of them, and what had happened between us.

“I will be just outside the door if you need me.” He stepped out of the shower and hovered in place for a moment, looking at the door to the bathroom, then back at me. “Do you want my help to get into the shower, or do you think you can manage? I don’t want you to slip and fall.”

While I appreciated the care he was showing me, I was ready for the shower, and he was getting in my way.

“I’ll be fine, Milo, really. I promise you I can shower by myself.

” Though I felt bad for shutting him out when all he had shown me was kindness, I needed this solitude.

Clearly he understood, as he gave me a silent nod before he slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

For the first time since before my wedding, I was finally alone, and I let my shoulders slump.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to cry, scream, or laugh.

Crying didn’t feel like it would accomplish anything, since I wasn’t actually sad.

My husband hadn’t left me, and it wasn’t cheating if we were both in the room, was it?

If he was the one wanting to share me, then he couldn’t get upset.

I was sure he wouldn’t share me with anyone other than the twins. Renzo and the twins had always been inseparable, and they shared everything. There had been rumors when they were teenagers about them sleeping with each other, but once the twins had started dating girls, those rumors had died down.