Chapter 67 Let Us

Chapter 67 Let Us
INDIE

One moment I was pressed against the wall, Zade's hand clamped firmly over my mouth, his body a solid wall of heat and muscle behind me.

The next moment, everything blurred.

A rush of night air hit my face. The ground vanished beneath my feet and reappeared again. My stomach lurched recklessly as we materialized outside the building, hidden in the shadows of a cluster of trees near the healer's hall.

I stumbled. Zade's arms tightened around me instantly, steadying me against his chest.

"Breathe," he whispered, his voice low and urgent. "I've got you."

His hands moved over me with surprising gentleness for how tightly he was holding me, checking my arms and shoulders, and tilting my chin up so he could scan my face in the moonlight. His violet eyes were frantic, scanning for any injury.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks and wiping away the tears I hadn't realized were still falling. "Did he touch you? Did he—"

I shook my head, overwhelmed, my heart hammering so hard that it felt like it might burst.

Just looking at him made my body react in ways I couldn't control. Heat flushed through me. My knees weakened. Something deep inside my core clenched with sudden, aching need.

Why does my stepbrother feel like home?

"I... I don't understand," I whispered, my voice trembling. "What's going on? Why are you here? West said you were causing trouble.”

Zade's expression darkened with something raw and pained. His hand cupped the back of my neck, his thumb stroking soothingly even as his grip stayed possessive.

Before he could answer, another figure appeared beside us, stepping out of the shadows as though he'd been there the whole time.

I startled hard, pressing back against Zade's chest.

The man was stunning. He was tall and lean but powerfully built, with striking red hair that caught the moonlight like fire and golden eyes that seemed to glow faintly. He moved with dangerous grace, but there was worry etched across his handsome face.

A vampire.

The realization hit me like ice water.

Zade's arms tightened around me protectively.

"Easy, bunny," Zade murmured against my hair. "He's with me."

This must be the man Lila was talking about. Uncle Leon?

The vampire drew closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied my face. His expression shifted from concern to realization.

"Her memory's been tampered with," he said, his voice smooth but laced with anger. "It's recent. Quite a heavy spell. She's fighting it, but it's thick."

I stared at him, confused and dizzy. "What are you talking about? I don't—"

Leon's golden eyes softened slightly as he looked at me.

"My name is Leon," he said gently. "I'm your mate. Zade's mate. We've been looking for you. West has been manipulating your mind, twisting your memories, and making you think this is your real life. But it's not. You belong with us. You have a daughter, Lila. She's sick, and we're trying to save her. You were taken from us."

His words crashed over me like waves. Flashes came through.

Violet eyes in the dark, strong arms holding me while I cried, laughter, safety, and possession. But they slipped away before I could hold onto them.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit me.

Heat bloomed low in my belly, spreading rapidly through my veins like liquid fire. My skin flushed hot. My thighs pressed together instinctively as slickness gathered between my legs.

My scent thickened in the air around us.

Oh gods… I was going into heat.

It hit me so fast that it stole my breath.

Zade cursed under his breath, his grip on me tightening.

"Fuck. Her heat's been triggered."

Leon's eyes darkened, his nostrils flaring as he caught my changing scent. His voice was strained but controlled.

"We need to help her through it," he said urgently. "If we don't calm her down, the heat will make her vulnerable. West will sense it. He'll take advantage."

Zade went very still behind me. I could feel the war inside him and the raw possessiveness clashing with concern. His arms trembled around me as he fought his instincts.

He turned me gently in his arms so I was facing him. His violet eyes drilled into mine, dark with need and conflict.

"Indie," he rasped, his voice rough. "Are you willing? We won't touch you unless you say yes. But your heat is rising fast. Let us help you. Let us take care of you."

I trembled between them, my body burning. My mind spun, my heart torn in a thousand directions.

Everything felt wrong and right at the same time.

And I didn't know how much longer I could hold on.

The whole place blurred again as Zade lifted me into his arms. One moment we were outside in the shadows, my body burning with sudden, overwhelming heat.

The next, we were inside a small room in the house. The door clicked shut behind us, and Leon sealed it with a low murmur of magic.

Zade carried me to the wide bed in the centre of the room and laid me down gently, like I was something precious that might break.

The sheets were cool against my fevered skin. My heart was racing, my thighs slick, every breath making the ache between my legs throb harder.

I looked up at both of them standing over me.

Zade's violet eyes were dark with hunger and barely leashed control. His jaw was tight, his muscles flexing as he fought the urge to simply take.

Leon's golden gaze was molten, his red hair messy, the silver bracelet on his wrist pulsing faintly. He looked like he was starving for me but terrified of hurting me.

I swallowed hard, my body trembling with need.

"I... I want this," I whispered, my voice shaking. "Both of you. Please."

That was all they needed.

Zade moved first, crawling onto the bed with predatory grace.

He settled between my thighs, his large hands sliding up my legs, pushing them apart slowly. Leon joined on my other side, his touch lighter.

Zade leaned down and kissed me first.

It wasn't gentle.

His mouth claimed mine with raw possession, his tongue sweeping in deep, tasting me like he was trying to erase every trace of West.

I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting in his shirt as heat rolled through me. His scent wrapped around me and made my core clench with fresh wetness.

When he pulled back, his lips were wet, his eyes burning.

"You're ours," he growled against my mouth. "Say it."

"I'm yours," I breathed.

I could cry from how right the words felt.

Leon's hand slid up my stomach, pushing my shirt higher. He leaned in and kissed the side of my neck, soft and slow, and then he nipped gently at my pulse point.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he murmured, his voice husky. "How many times I imagined tasting you while you were crying out Zade's name."

His words sent another rush of heat through me. I arched as Zade's mouth moved down my throat, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

Leon's fingers found the hem of my shirt and pulled it off slowly, exposing my breasts. Both men groaned at the sight.

Zade's mouth closed over one nipple immediately, sucking hard, his tongue flicking roughly.

I cried out, my back bowing off the bed. Leon took the other breast, gentler but no less hungry, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak before sucking it deep into his mouth.

The contrast — Zade's rough possession and Leon's teasing worship — made my head spin. Slick poured from me, soaking my thighs. My hips rolled desperately, seeking friction.

Leon's hand slid down my stomach and between my legs. He groaned when his fingers met the drenched fabric of my panties.

"Fuck, Indie... you're soaked," he breathed, rubbing slow circles over my clit through the cloth. "This is all for us?"

I whimpered, nodding frantically.

Zade released my nipple with a wet pop and looked down at where Leon was touching me. His violet eyes darkened to near-black.

"Take them off," he ordered Leon, his voice rough.

Leon obeyed, peeling my panties down my legs with reverent hands. The cool air hit my dripping pussy, and I shivered.

Zade's hand replaced Leon's immediately. Two thick fingers slid through my folds, spreading my wetness, teasing my entrance before pushing inside me in one smooth thrust.

I moaned loudly, clenching around his fingers.

"So fucking tight," Zade growled, pumping them slowly, curling them against that perfect spot inside me. "You're dripping down my hand, bunny. You’ve ached for this, haven't you?"