77. Scarlett
Scarlett
I walked to the shower, owning the fucking night.
Turned the water on hot.
Let it steam and pour over my skin, washing away sweat and moans and everything but the ache still pulsing between my thighs.
I knew they’d follow.
Didn’t look when I heard the door open.
Didn’t flinch when Trace stepped inside—watching me as if id stepped out of a dream. Alden followed, eyes trailing down my back, cock hard, jaw set.
Trace’s hands gripped my hips, lips ghosting over the back of my neck. “You still want more, Sunshine?” he whispered, voice rough enough to scrape bone.
I dropped to my knees in front of Alden, water pouring down my back, steam curling around my body.
I took him into my mouth slow—wet, deep, throat open—moaning as Trace pressed against me from behind, pushing me to my hands.
A growl came low and raw as he slid into me.
“Fuck,” he hissed, fingers digging in. “You’re still so goddamn tight.”
Alden’s hand threaded into my hair, guiding me deeper, groaning as I sucked him down to the base. “She’s filthy,” he muttered, voice strained. “Fucking perfect.”
I whimpered, mouth full, moans vibrating against Alden’s cock as Trace began to thrust—slow at first, then harder, his hips slamming into me with each stroke.
Water splashed.
Bodies collided.
Trace didn’t hold back, growling every time I clenched around him. “You’re gonna break me,” he moaned. “Making me fucking lose it.”
Alden was unraveling too—his hand tightening, eyes glazed, lips parted as I licked and sucked and moaned around him.
“Jesus, Scar,” Alden groaned. “You’re unreal
My spine arched. Trace slammed into me faster, harder, his fingers bruising my hips, the sound brutal and wet.
I was soaked.
Possessed.
Exalted.
They came for me together—Alden’s voice breaking as I swallowed him down, Trace cursing, slamming in one last time before groaning through his orgasm, coming hard inside me, forehead pressed to my spine. His release hit in shudders.
I was shook. Dripping. Grinning. Full.
Because they didn’t just fall apart for me.
They fucking knelt.
***
I collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving, skin still damp and flushed.
Trace moved in beside me, arm slung over my waist, fingers tracing the shape of my ribs as if memorizing every detail.
Alden eased in on the other side, one arm beneath his head, the other finding mine beneath the sheet.
His thumb skimmed the inside of my wrist, a touch that felt both steady and loaded.
The silence wasn’t awkward. It was full.
Full of everything that had just passed between us.
Full of everything still unsaid.
My body ached, but it wasn’t just from them. A pulse throbbed faintly under the silver on my wrist. Not warmth. Not pain. Just a flicker—steady, present, charged. A thread I couldn’t untangle.
Alden exhaled softly. “You good?”
I turned my head, meeting his gaze. “Yeah.”
Trace shifted behind me, nuzzling into my shoulder. “You sure?”
I nodded, voice a whisper. “I’ve never been better.”
They’d always been there. Both of them.
Trace with his restraint. Alden with quiet devotion. I’d known them for years—trusted them, fought with them, grown up beside them. And somewhere in that long, tangled history, my heart split.
Not in two.
In all directions.
I never wanted to choose. That was the truth of it. Not back then. Not even nw.
Because part of me knew—if I picked one, I'd lose the other. And losing either of them would destroy something in me.
I turned toward Trace, nestling into the curve of his chest. He slid a hand into my hair, fingers low and gentle.
“This changes everything,” I murmured.
His breath fanned across my temple. “It already has.”
Alden was still tracing that spot on my wrist, and the moment his thumb passed over the bracelet again, I felt it.
A buzz beneath my skin.
Sharper this time. Intentional.
“You okay, Love?” Alden asked, quiet but alert.
I nodded. “Yeah just tired.”
But something had shifted.
The world tilted in that bed—three bodies and a secret humming between us. I didn’t understand it yet, but I felt it. In my blood. In my bones.
In the silver I’d worn without thinking.
They weren’t just mine anymore.
And maybe I wasn’t just theirs.
Whatever we’d awakened tonight, was already awake in me too.