Chapter 65 #2
“The last time you came with us after a competition, Killian took the collar away and we threw you out. This time, we’re keeping you.
The collar doesn’t come off unless all three of us agree on it.
” Ian points at the locking mechanism which has three small holes.
“This lock is customized. It needs three keys to open it.” He digs into his pants pocket, then opens his palm to display three small hex keys attached to individual key rings.
“All pins have different forms,” he continues.
“The collar doesn’t come off without all three.
” He hands one to Killian, pockets one himself, and lifts one of my hands, placing the third one in my palm.
Closing my hand around the small pin, I lift it to wipe my eyes.
“I—” Suddenly choked up, I can’t get any words out.
“You’re ours, Jenna,” Killian says, softly stroking the side of my neck. “You don’t get to leave unless all three of us agree.”
“I-I don’t know what to say,” I manage.
“You don’t have to say anything. You just have to let us know if you’ll accept this collar.”
Sniffling, I bob my head. “Yes. Of course. Yes.”
Ian hums. “Good girl. I’m so proud of you.” He takes the metal band out, sets the box aside, and wraps the collar around my neck.
A surge of peaceful purpose washes through me. Home is all I can think. With these two men. This is where I belong. It doesn’t matter where in the world we are; as long as I’m with them, I’m home.
Killian closes the collar, a click revealing that it’s now locked. “It’s discreet enough to wear in public,” he says. “And you can bathe and sleep with it. It never has to come off. You’re ours now. Always.”
I press my hand holding the key to my heart. I’m theirs. But I’m no longer a helpless pawn in their game. I have a say. I have a key. I’m part of this. Us. And it’s so much more than I could have ever imagined, and still, it feels like there’s so much more to come.
Killian lowers himself to his knees and wraps his arms around my waist, and Ian sinks to the ground before me, pulling my head into his chest.
“Is this for real?” I whisper.
“All real,” Ian confirms, pressing his lips to my head.
We sit in silence for a while, just soaking up the quiet intimacy.
“I can’t believe it,” I say with a smile after some time. “Now I have two trophies.”
“We should put up a shelf in the living room for them,” Killian suggests.
“Good idea,” Ian agrees.
“No,” I correct. “I don’t care about those trophies.” I reach behind me to place one hand on Killian’s thigh, the other on Ian’s chest. “This is what I’ve won.”
“Ah,” Ian says.
“We’ve all won,” Killian says, leaning his head against my back. “But we’re still displaying the trophies.”
“You’re gonna need the space for all the future trophies you’re getting,” Ian adds.
I chuckle. “Am I getting a man for each trophy in the future as well?”
Killian growls, and Ian digs his fingers into my nape.
“Possessive cavemen,” I whisper.
Killian straightens, gripping my waist tight. “Does this call for a punishment?”
“Sure does,” Ian agrees.
I yelp when they haul me off the floor. “I need to sleep,” I protest as they bend me over the bed and Killian flips my dress skirt up.
“Not before we’ve fucked the idea of other men straight out of your head,” he says, ripping my pantyhose.
Ian jumps onto the bed beside me, shoves my head into the mattress and invades my mouth with two fingers. No more words for me. And I don’t need any. I don’t want any.
All thoughts of sleep vanish in the whirlwind of their possession as Killian fucks my ass and Ian then takes my pussy, all the while the other man holds me down, gripping my nape, gripping my throat, stroking my tongue, and stealing every single thought from my mind.
After four orgasms—two of them mine—they move me to the middle of the bed, tuck the comforter around me and lie on each side of me. Silence descends, calm and uncomplicated, while they stroke me and take turns pressing little kisses to my head and cheeks, and I quickly drift off.
When I wake sometime in the middle of the night, they’re still both here, sleeping soundly. Killian is behind me, face nestled into the crook of my neck, a hand resting on my hip on top of the comforter. Ian is on my other side, face close to mine, an arm draped over my waist.
The light is on, and they’re both still dressed, though ties loosened, top buttons opened.
I gently pry the big comforter out from beneath them, only making them stir a little, and cover all three of us. Then I turn off the light and snuggle up between them.
“I love you—both of you,” I whisper, trailing my fingers over the lines of their faces.
“I love you too, kitten,” Killian murmurs, half asleep.
Ian leans his forehead against mine and presses a hand to my cheek. “You’ve healed us, Jenna.”
“Healed you?” I whisper.
“Both of us. You’ve brought light and love into our lives. We didn’t deserve it, but we’re gonna spend the rest of our lives striving to be worthy of your love. It’s all that matters now. You.”
Tears pool in my eyes, and I sniffle a little.
Ian wipes away a stray tear with his thumb, then turns my head and kisses away a tear on the other side.
“Go to sleep, my love. You’re safe here between us. Always.”
“Hmm.” I snuggle into him, curling my arms against his chest, scooting my hips closer to Killian.
So much warmth and love in one place—all around me.
It’s everything I thought I’d never have, and it’s so much more than I could have ever imagined.
They might have broken me into bits and pieces, but little by little, they’ve put me back together, and for the first time in my life, I truly feel whole.