Chapter 25: Three Hearts Aligned -Part 2

Chapter 25: Three Hearts Aligned -Part 2
Silas's Pov

Watching Mara and Cassian by the fire, his lips on hers, their bond weaving tighter, I feel no jealousy, no rage clawing at my chest. It’s strange, this peace, like a storm’s passed and left clear skies. My marine, my forever, glows with that Aetherborn light, her love for us both a beacon that steadies me. Cassian earned his place, his devotion to her as fierce as mine, and I’m content—hell, I’m happy—to share this wild, cosmic ride with them. She’s chosen us, and that’s enough to make my centuries-old heart beat like it’s new. As I walk away, I silently send Mara a message I know she’ll hear: Enjoy this moment, marine. I’ll be back to claim you later.

Her laughter, bright and free in my mind, follows me as I slip out, my heart full. I head upstairs, a plan forming. Tonight’s special—our first time as three, and I’m damn well making it unforgettable for Mara.

The bedroom’s a canvas, and I’m no artist, but for her, I’ll try. I light candles, their glow casting soft shadows across the velvet drapes, and scatter rose petals on the bed—corny, definitely, but Mara deserves the works. The sheets are silk, cool and inviting, and I set out a bottle of her favorite wine, three glasses gleaming. I want her to feel cherished, to know this triad is a home, not a battleground. My hands linger on the pillows, fluffing them like some lovesick fool, and I chuckle at myself. “Silas, you old bastard,” I mutter, “reduced to playing interior decorator for your girl.” But it’s worth it. She’s worth it.

I head back downstairs, pausing at the study’s door frame, a naughty smirk spreading across my face. Mara’s sitting with Cassian, her light soft, their connection palpable. I saunter in, dropping to my knees before her, laying my head in her lap. Her fingers thread through my hair, and for a moment, everything’s perfect—her warmth, Cassian’s steady presence, our triad whole. I inhale deeply, catching the sweet scent of her arousal, and my gray eyes flash up to hers, darkening with intent. A devilish smirk curls my lips, a low chuckle rumbling in my throat. “You know, poet,” I say, my voice deep, gruff, as I glance at Cassian, “our little marine needs some help.”

Mara’s face flushes crimson, her thoughts a flustered Fuck, and I grin wider, loving how she squirms. Cassian’s eyes spark with amusement, catching my drift. “Help, huh?” he drawls, leaning closer to Mara. “What kind, Silas? The kind that requires a diagram?”

“Keep up, Cass,” I tease, standing and offering Mara my hand. “Let’s take this upstairs. Got something special planned.” She takes my hand, her silver eyes gleaming with trust and heat, and Cassian follows, his anticipation mirroring mine.

In the bedroom, the candlelight bathes us in gold. I pour the wine, handing them each a glass. “To us,” I say, voice low, raising mine. “To the marine who’s got us both wrapped around her finger.” Mara laughs, clinking glasses, and we drink, the wine rich, loosening the air. I set my glass down, stepping behind Mara, my hands on her shoulders. “Ready, marine?” I murmur, kissing her neck, fangs grazing her skin.

She nods, her light flaring, and I guide her to the bed, Cassian at her side. “Your move, poet,” I say, voice husky, giving him the lead. Cassian’s eyes burn as he pulls Mara close, kissing her deeply, his hands peeling away her shirt. She moans, soft and needy, and I watch my arousal building, content to let them spark first. He undresses her, his touch reverent, and she arches into him, her curves glowing in the candlelight. Cassian enters her slowly, a groan escaping him as she gasps, “Cass…” Her light pulses, binding them, and I feel it through our bond, a warm hum of connection that made all of us gasp.

I shed my clothes, stroking my cock, I could no longer hold back, joining them in the bed, my hands tracing Mara’s back as Cassian moves within her, taking her lips I kiss her deeply swallowing her moans. They were both about to come, I drew back as I watched her come undone by Cassian. It was a beautiful sight.  “My turn,” I growl, kissing her spine, guiding her gently. Cassian pulls back, and I claim her from behind, entering her with a deep thrust that draws a cry from her lips. Her warmth envelops me, as her tight pussy stretches to fit me ,her Aetherborn light flaring brighter, merging with our strength. Cassian’s lips find her breasts, his fingers teasing her core, and we move as one, her moans a symphony. “Silas, Cass,” she breathes, her hands gripping us both, guiding our rhythm. The bond tightens, a cosmic dance, and we climax together, her light a supernova, our shared release a delicate, erotic wave that leaves us trembling, entwined.

We collapse, Mara between us, her laughter soft. “You two,” she murmurs, kissing us both, “are trouble.” I smirk, pulling her close, Cassian’s arm over us, our triad sealed in love and light.