Chapter 27 #2
Because there is no version of my future that does not include them.
No version where I walk away and do not spend the rest of my life regretting it.
No version where I choose safety over love, security over family, fear over hope.
"I choose you," I say, and my voice is strong despite the tears. "All of you. Completely and without reservation. I choose this life, this family, this love. I choose it all."
Dante's expression breaks into the most genuine smile I have ever seen on his face—no calculation, no control, just pure, unfiltered joy. Gabriel's eyes close briefly, relief washing over his features. Luca laughs, bright and unrestrained, his thumb still stroking my hand.
"Until the end of time," I add, because I need them to understand the depth of what I am promising. "I am yours until the end of time. All three of you. For better or worse, in violence and in peace, through every impossible thing this life throws at us—I am yours."
"And we are yours," Dante says, rising from his knee. He takes the center ring from the box and slides it onto my finger with reverent care. "Completely. Eternally. Irrevocably."
Gabriel stands next, taking the second ring—slightly smaller, delicate diamonds with ruby accents—and stacks it on top of Dante's. "My heart, my strength, my loyalty. All of it belongs to you."
Luca is last, his ring the most ornate of the three, with twisted bands that catch the light. "My joy, my soul, my love. Yours, Bella. Always yours."
The three rings stack perfectly, creating a gorgeous, glittering display on my finger that catches the afternoon sun. I hold up my hand, watching the light dance through the diamonds and rubies, and feel something settle deep in my chest.
Home.
This is home.
Not a building or a city or a country—these three men, this family we are building, this love that defies every convention and breaks every rule.
"I love you," I tell them, looking at each face in turn. "Dante, Gabriel, Luca—I love all of you. More than I thought it was possible to love anyone."
"We love you too," Dante says, and then he is kissing me, his hands cradling my face with exquisite gentleness, his mouth moving against mine with a tenderness that makes my knees weak.
When we break apart, Gabriel is there, turning me toward him, his kiss different—deeper, more controlled, but no less passionate. I melt into him, my hands fisting in his shirt, and I feel Dante's hands settle on my waist from behind, steadying me.
Luca is grinning when Gabriel releases me, and his kiss is playful and hot and makes my toes curl in my shoes. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, teasing, claiming, and I hear Dante make a low sound of approval behind me.
"I think," Luca says against my lips, "we should celebrate properly."
"The bedroom is very far away," Gabriel observes, but there is heat in his voice now.
"Who said anything about the bedroom?" Dante's hands slide down to my hips, pulling me back against him. "This is where I first realized that she was truly ours. This is where it began. Seems fitting that we celebrate here."
I glance around the fountain courtyard—enclosed by high hedges, completely private, the sound of water covering any other noise. "Here? Outside?"
"Does that bother you?" Dante asks, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind my ear.
"No," I breathe, because it does not. If anything, the idea of being claimed by all three of them right here, in the place where Dante first had feelings for me, feels perfect. Right.
"Good," Luca says, already reaching for the hem of my shirt—Dante's shirt, really, oversized and hanging off my frame. "Because I have been thinking about this for two weeks and I am not waiting another minute."
He pulls the shirt over my head, and I’m not wearing a bra underneath—have not been able to stomach wearing one since my breasts became tender with pregnancy. The cool October air hits my skin, my nipples hardening immediately, and all three men go very still.
"Fuck," Gabriel breathes, his eyes tracking over me with undisguised hunger. "You are so goddamn beautiful, Rosalina."
"Pregnancy suits her," Dante agrees, his hands sliding up my ribcage to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks that make me gasp. "She is glowing."
"She is perfect," Luca corrects, dropping to his knees in front of me. His hands find the waistband of my jeans—the ones that do not button anymore—and he works them down my hips along with my underwear until I am standing naked in the courtyard except for my shoes.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my belly where our baby is growing. "My beautiful, perfect Lina."
I thread my fingers through his curly blonde hair, holding him there against me, feeling Dante's hands on my breasts and Gabriel moving closer, and I have never felt more desired, more wanted, more completely cherished.
"I need you," I tell them, because it is true. I need them the way I need air, need water, need the sun. "All of you. Please."
"Always so polite when you are desperate," Dante says with dark amusement. "We will give you what you need, Flower. We always do."
The cool evening air caresses my bare skin, but I’m burning from the inside out.
This is where we pledged ourselves to each other just a few minutes ago, in this same moon-drenched garden.
Where Gabriel and Luca slipped on wedding rings that match Dante’s Where assurances were exchanged between the four of us, promises whispered against lips and skin.
Forever. And now, forever starts here, with their hands and mouths on me.
Luca’s kisses move lower from my belly. He nuzzles into the thatch of curls, his breath hot against my most intimate flesh.
I arch into him, a low moan pulled from my throat.
Dante’s thumbs circle my nipples, tightening them into painful, exquisite points.
Gabriel’s large hand slides possessively down my back, over the curve of my ass, his fingers digging in.
"Look at her," Gabriel growls, his voice rough. "So ready for us."
Luca doesn’t make me wait. His tongue finds my clit in one long, devastating stroke.
Oh god.
My knees buckle, but Gabriel is there, his body a solid wall behind me, holding me up. Luca’s mouth is wicked, insistent. He licks and sucks, his tongue flicking over the swollen bud with a rhythm that has me crying out. Dante leans down, capturing my mouth, swallowing my sounds.
Gabriel’s hands are everywhere, kneading my breasts from behind as Dante claims my mouth. He pinches my nipples, the sharp jolt of pleasure-pain shooting straight to where Luca is working. I’m dissolving, coming apart under their combined assault.
Luca slides two fingers inside me, curling them, finding that spot that makes me see stars. His mouth never leaves me, sucking my clit into the heat of his mouth. The pressure builds, coiling tight in my belly.
"I’m going to—" I gasp against Dante’s mouth.
"Come," Luca commands, his voice vibrating against me.
The orgasm hits like a tidal wave, breaking over me, shaking me to my core. My body convulses around Luca’s fingers, a white-hot release that leaves me panting and weak in Gabriel’s arms.
Before I can even catch my breath, they’re moving me.
Gently, they lower me onto the soft, thick lawn, the grass cool and fragrant beneath my back.
Dante is already stripping, his clothes falling away to reveal his lean, muscular frame.
Luca stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with need as he unbuttons his jeans.
Gabriel settles beside my head, his own jeans open, his hard length springing free, thick and demanding.
"More," I beg, my voice hoarse. I’m insatiable. The first climax was just an appetizer.
"You’ll get more, Bella," Gabriel promises. He guides his cock to my lips. "Take me."
I open for him, taking the broad head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the velvety tip.
He tastes of salt and pure, masculine desire.
I suck him deeper, my hand wrapping around the base.
Above me, Dante kneels between my spread legs, his own erection pressing against my wet, sensitive entrance.
"Look at me," Dante says, his voice a low command.
I lift my gaze to his as he pushes inside me in one slow, inexorable thrust. He fills me so completely. A breathless gasp escapes me around Gabriel’s cock. The stretch is divine, my body still fluttering from my first orgasm, accepting him greedily.
He sets a deep, rolling rhythm, each thrust hitting a place that makes my toes curl. Gabriel fucks my mouth in time with Dante’s movements, the dual sensations overwhelming. I am used, worshipped, claimed. The sounds are obscene—wet, slapping flesh, ragged breaths, my own muffled moans.
Then Luca is there, kneeling by my shoulder. "My turn," he murmurs, and I turn my head, releasing Gabriel with a pop to take Luca into my mouth. He’s different, slightly smaller but just as hard, and I love the feel of him, the taste of him salty with a twinge of sweet.
They rotate. Gabriel moves down my body, replacing Dante between my thighs.
He’s bigger, and the stretch is more intense, a delicious burn that makes me cry out.
He pins my hips to the grass, driving into me with powerful, possessive strokes that jolt my entire body.
I feel every inch, the perfect friction setting my nerves alight.
Dante is now at my mouth, Luca kneeling by my head, his hand stroking my hair. "You take us so well, Bella," Luca whispers, his voice thick with awe. "Our perfect girl."
Gabriel’s pace becomes punishing, brutal in its perfection. I’m hurtling toward another peak, my body tightening around him. "Gabriel, please..."
"Come for me," he grunts, his hips snapping against mine.
The second climax tears through me, sharper than the first, a radiant burst of pleasure that wrings a scream from my throat. My body arches off the ground, held down only by Gabriel’s weight as he rides me through it, his own release following with a ragged shout, his warmth flooding my core.
He collapses beside me, breathing hard. But they are not done with me.
Luca is there instantly, his body covering mine, his cock slipping easily into my well-used, dripping channel. He fucks me with a tenderness that is its own kind of intensity, his eyes locked on mine. "I love you," he whispers with every thrust. "I love you. I love you."
It’s the emotion that pushes me over the edge a third time, a softer, deeper wave that feels like coming home. He buries his face in my neck as he finds his own release.
I’m boneless, utterly spent, covered in them and the scent of sex and night-blooming jasmine. Dante strokes my cheek, his expression softer now. "Our Flower," he says, like a prayer.
Gabriel’s hand finds mine on the grass, our new rings glinting in the moonlight. Luca nuzzles my shoulder. I am surrounded. Filled. Loved.
The night is quiet except for our breathing. This is our forever, I think. This raw, perfect joining under the open sky.