Chapter Fifteen
Zay
The apartment’s electrical panel is easier to access than I expected. As always, Silas was thorough, mapping out every entry point, utility access, and every route through this building weeks ago. The obsessive bastard even knew which breaker controlled which rooms.
I flip the main switch, plunging the entire apartment into darkness.
“Power’s out,” I say through the earpieces that Kain insists we wear, then pull the purple glow mask over my face.
It’s been a week since we wore these, and it’s been hell watching Silas pace like a caged animal.
He’s been checking the surveillance feeds he’s not supposed to access anymore and jumped every time his phone buzzed in case it was her, all while pretending he could let her go if that’s what she chose.
Deep down, we all knew it would come to this. This obsession might have started with Silas, but now it’s infected all of us. She’s under our skin, and there’s no going back.
I slip through the building’s rear entrance and make my way up the back stairwell as Kain’s voice crackles through the earpiece. “In position.”
“Same,” Silas responds quietly, and I can detect the anticipation in the smitten asshole’s voice even in that one word.
I reach her apartment door and carefully slide the spare key into the lock. The apartment is dark, and I creep down the hallway toward her room, my mask’s purple glow lighting the way.
Her door is slightly ajar, and I spot her silhouette by the window. I push the door open and step inside, the glow of my mask announcing my presence. She turns, and even in the darkness, I can see the way her breath catches.
“Hello, pumpkin,” I say, not bothering with the voice distorter now that she knows it’s us.
Behind me, Kain fills the doorway, and a moment later, Silas appears from the other side of the room. I bet he was in her closet, the dramatic bastard.
Skye looks between the three of us, but she’s not shrinking away or running.
“You cut the power,” she says, her voice not giving anything away.
“We did,” Kain says from the doorway.
Silas steps closer to her. “We gave you a week—”
“And you’re still here,” I finish, moving to block her path to the door. Not that she seems inclined to use it.
She swallows hard, her eyes darting between us. “The card said you were here to collect what’s yours.”
“Are you?” Silas asks. “Ours?”
The question hangs in the air.
“There’s no chase tonight.” Kain’s voice is firm and final. “No games, no running, no pretending this is just a fantasy. We’re here to claim what belongs to us.”
“The question is,” I say, tilting my head as I study her face, “are you going to fight us? Or are you going to admit you want this as much as we do?”
“I read the card,” she says.
The three of us close in slowly.
“Last chance, pumpkin,” I murmur. “Say no, and we will walk away. You’ll never see us again.”
“Don’t you dare walk away,” she whispers. “I choose you. All of you. I choose this.”
And with her words, the week of waiting, of uncertainty, of pretending we could let her go . . . ends. Finally.
She’s ours now. Completely and utterly ours. And we’re never letting her go again.
“But I have one—no, two requests,” she says, making all three of us pause. Then Kain circles her, stopping at her back, and leans in.
“And what are they, little obsession?” Kain growls.
“One is that we are all together, with no masks tonight. I want to know this is real and not some game.”
“Do you want to watch me fuck, little obsession? I’ll fuck one of them until he forgets his name, and you can watch every second.” Kain responds without hesitation, and Skye shivers at his words.
I smirk at how she wants us to know that all of us being together is okay with her. That we don’t need to focus solely on her, that she respects our relationship. But Kain loves to push things further, to maintain control and not be vulnerable.
We remove our masks, but leave them turned on, lighting the room with a purple glow.
Kain moves toward Silas and grabs him by the back of the neck, while I roll the computer chair closer, then drop into it and hold out my hand. “Come here, pumpkin.”
She hesitates for half a second, then moves between my legs. I grab her waist and pull her down onto my lap.
“Spread them,” I murmur, placing my hands on her thighs. She shifts her knees open wider, and I slide my hand under her dress. I drag two fingers slowly up her cotton-covered pussy, pressing just hard enough to make her hips twitch.
Kain shoves Silas forward until his hands land on the arm rests on either side of her, pushing the chair back hard against the desk behind us.
“Don’t move,” I whisper in her ear.
Kain jerks Silas’s pants down to mid-thigh, then his large hand spreads Silas’s cheeks. He leans down and spits between them, then drags two fingers through the mess. Silas groans, hanging his head between his arms.
I circle my thumb over her clit through the soaked fabric. She jerks in my lap, her mouth falling open.
Kain lines himself up, then he shoves forward hard, Silas’s arms shaking from the impact.
Skye’s breath catches as her body tenses against me.
“Lift,” I tell her.
She pushes back against my chest and raises her hips, and I shove my pants down, then grip my cock. My tip slides across her soaked panties, and I hook the fabric to the side and line myself up.
“Down,” I order.
She sinks onto me inch by inch, her hands gripping the armrests next to Silas’s so hard her knuckles turn white.
Kain’s pace slams Silas forward until his face is mere inches from hers.
“Watch her,” Kain growls. “Watch how wet she is on Zay’s cock.”
Silas’s eyes drop, staring at where her hips grind down harder. My hands close on her waist, holding her steady as she rocks.
“Lick them,” Kain commands.
Silas lowers himself between her thighs and slides his tongue along where I’m buried inside her.
Skye’s cry is ripped from her as Silas licks up the juices dripping around me, his tongue stroking us both at once. I thrust up into her, slow and deep, and Kain’s rhythm turns brutal, his hips slamming into Silas hard and fast.
Silas moans against us, causing Skye to tremble, her eyes locked on Kain.
Kain’s voice cuts through the sound of skin slapping skin. “You see this? Look at how good we are together.”
Her head jerks in a frantic nod. I drag her down harder, and she relinquishes her grip on the chair to dig her nails into my thighs as my name tears from her lips. “Zay, fuck!”
Silas’s tongue slides lower, licking the base of my cock where she’s stretched around me, then he moves back up to her clit. Her body shudders as Kain’s thrusts shake the desk.
Then her hips slam down hard on me, causing the chair to rock under us.
“Fuck, she’s so wet,” I grit out.
Silas manages to keep his mouth on her, likely through sheer willpower, and he goes back to licking where we’re joined. Kain drives into him hard, and Silas’s arms shake.
Skye’s body jerks, a wanton moan ripping from her throat.
“Keep going,” I say, holding her down while she whimpers, her head falling back on my shoulder.
Kain’s voice cuts through the noise. “Silas. Make her come.”
Silas groans and drags his tongue along the length of my cock as I lift her off me, then pull her back down. Her entire body locks up as she screams, and her pussy tightens around me.
“Fuck.” I grip her hips and thrust up again, my release slamming through me.
Her head drops forward, and I lift her by the hips, pulling out of her.
Silas dives to lick the mess dripping out of her as Kain slams into him harder now. His grip on Silas’s neck is tight, forcing him down as his hips smack against his ass.
Kain growls, thrusts deep, and stills. His body strains, and a loud roar tears from him.
Silas pushes up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His face is pale, his jaw clenched tight. “I need a minute,” he mutters, and Kain hastily pulls out before Silas hurries from the room, shutting the door behind him.
Skye shifts on my lap and lowers her gaze.
“Hey,” I say, catching her chin so she has to look at me. “Don’t do that. It’s not you. Silas has OCD. Bodily fluids mess with him. He handles it better now, but sometimes it still hits him hard.”
“I didn’t know—”
“Don’t feel bad,” Kain says, coming to stand in front of her, and she looks at him. “He would’ve said no if he didn’t want to do it.”
I nod in agreement. “Yeah. He always has a choice. Consent’s a given,” I tell her. “No matter what we’re doing.”
I squeeze her hip. “Now stop overthinking, because we will definitely be doing that again.”
Now that we officially have her as ours, we need to convince her that she needs to stick around.