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The cabin smelled of her—every corner breathed her essence: that sweet and fierce mix that clung to her skin like the first mark of a full moon.
Emmanuel didn’t need to see her to know Lois was near. Just opening the door was enough for his instincts to tighten, for his jaw to tremble, for his wolf to push him inside.
But he wasn’t alone. Beside him, Aidan breathed with the same restrained hunger, though he tried to hide it behind that domesticated vampire stillness.
“She’s inside,” Emmanuel murmured without looking at him, without stopping.
The vampire nodded. He still wore the collar, gleaming against his pale neck. No one else would dare touch it. Only Lois. Only she had that right.
They found her reclining on the bed, legs folded, wrapped in a blanket too big for her slender body. The weakness showed in her cheeks, her skin paler than usual, but her eyes shone. As if she’d been waiting for them. As if she knew that night didn’t belong to them.
It belonged to her.
“Aidan!” she cried the moment she saw him, leaping from the bed into his arms. He wrapped her with the same force she used on him, touching her face, tracing her lips, and staring into those eyes as if he wanted nothing else in the world.
“Are you okay?” Aidan asked, but he didn’t let her answer. He hugged her again and stayed like that with her—for eternal, too-beautiful seconds.
“Two hours at most,” Emmanuel said as he closed the door behind him. “Before they realize he’s gone.”
She didn’t respond. She started kissing him fiercely, as if she knew exactly what she wanted to do before letting him go—before resigning herself to the fact that he had to leave.
The twins shifted restlessly—not from discomfort, but from desire too.
She pulled away from Aidan and walked to the bed, shedding the clothes that covered her.
Three pairs of eyes were fixed only on her, and Lois could swear their hearts beat in unison.
She smiled as she lay back on the bed, her naked body open like an offering. There was no invitation, no plea. There was a command. And the three knew how to obey her.
Aidan was the first to approach. Emmanuel stayed standing, watching. Ezequiel didn’t take long to lick his lips. The tension in the air grew thick. Emmanuel crossed his arms. It would be Aidan who took the first sip from her, the first touch, the first shiver. It was only fair.
The vampire knelt at the edge of the bed, like a devotee before an altar. His hands trembled slightly as he caressed Lois’s hip, and when his mouth settled on one of her nipples, the first sigh escaped. Emmanuel felt the wolf in his chest surge forward, but he held back. Lois’s body arched softly, as if granting permission. Her neck exposed. Aidan lifted his gaze to her and then leaned in, fangs barely visible, asking without words for what he already knew was his.
“Drink,” Lois whispered.
Aidan obeyed without hesitation. His fangs pierced Lois’s skin with an almost religious reverence, sinking into the side of her neck that she offered with her chin raised. The first swallow was slow, deep, and his numb body vibrated with the warmth of that blood that wasn’t just sustenance: it was power, bond, belonging. Lois let out a hoarse moan that turned into an open gasp, her body arching against the bed, surrendering to that bite as if it were another kind of penetration.
Ezequiel didn’t stay still. He knelt on the mattress beside Aidan and held Lois’s hips to keep her from moving too much. His large hands wrapped around her thighs with force, spreading them with dominant ease.
“Do it right,” the alpha murmured to the vampire, with that roughness of his that needed no softening.
Aidan didn’t pull his lips from her neck, but he slid a hand to his member. He held it firmly and rubbed it for a moment against the pulsing wetness between her thighs. She was soaked. Trembling. Each suck of blood seemed to ignite a new shudder in Lois; each swallow drew another moan.
Ezequiel lowered a hand to her sex, fingers gliding over her swollen lips, and spread them slowly for him.
“Here,” he instructed Aidan, guiding him with a firm grip at the base of his shaft. “Don’t stop.”
Aidan thrust with a low growl, his fangs still buried in Lois’s neck—sucking and penetrating her at the same time. Lois screamed, but not from pain. It was a cry of pleasure pierced by the fire of the bond. The vampire drove deeper, burying himself to the hilt with a contained shudder, as if it were too much, as if the heat of her sex burned him from within while the blood filled his mouth.
Lois thrashed beneath them, impaled by a double hunger, joined in body and soul. Her nails clawed the sheets; her legs tried to close against the overload of pleasure, but Ezequiel wouldn’t allow it.
“No, sweetheart. Let him drink and fuck you properly,” he murmured near her ear, holding her firmly at the hips.
Aidan released her neck for just a moment to breathe, lips stained and eyes reddened with pure desire. Then he lowered his head and bit again, thrusting into her with more force, more control, as if the blood gave him rhythm and purpose.
Lois unraveled between them—mouth open, nipples taut, body vibrating with a rhythm that was anything but human.
And Emmanuel, standing there, knew this wasn’t just sex. It was a rite. One in which he still didn’t participate with Aidan as another member.
Aidan kept thrusting into her with that irregular rhythm that held a bit of clumsiness, a bit of long-repressed need. Lois moaned against his neck, nails marking his back, her body curving in search of more. Ezequiel, still behind her, kept his firm grip on her thighs and lowered a hand to her ass. He spread her cheeks with his thumbs and traced a finger down the center—slowly, caressing her right there.
She shuddered. Aidan’s bite, the hardness filling her, Ezequiel’s finger entering slowly into her most intimate spot.
“Shh,” Ezequiel whispered, pressing his mouth to Lois’s ear as he slid in a second finger. “You’re as tight as the first time.”
She moaned hoarsely, body trembling. Aidan lifted his head from Lois’s neck and kissed her with blood-damp lips—deep and slow. Lois responded with sweet fury, as if her tongue sought to steal more than just his breath.
Ezequiel lay beneath her without stopping his finger caresses. He positioned himself between her legs, mouth against her nape, cock already brushing the exact point of entry. He had her open, ready. Lois leaned slightly forward, bracing on Aidan’s shoulders, giving her back to the twin. She ended up straddling Ezequiel reverse, with Aidan in front of her, holding her.
“Now,” Lois said, voice trembling.
Ezequiel thrust.
The sensation of both inside was devastating. They filled her from two angles—deep and different. Lois let out a choked scream, head falling back. Ezequiel’s cock sank into her ass with measured force, and Aidan met her from the front, thrusting in time.
Her body shook.
Not from fear. From excess.
Ezequiel licked her ear, growling softly against her skin.
“Look at what you are,” he told her in her ear. “Our omega, our madness.”
Aidan pressed closer to her, burying himself to the hilt. Their foreheads touched. Their eyes met. And it was then—with her body vibrating like a bow about to snap—that Lois dropped the shield. Her barrier. She opened everything.
And the three felt it.
Like a liquid explosion, a hot torrent of sensations, pleasure, shared possession. The twins and the vampire growled in unison. It wasn’t planned. It was instinctive. The bond Lois unleashed pierced their souls.
She moaned with closed eyes, swallowing the world. Ezequiel gripped her waist. Aidan cupped her face with both hands.
And Emmanuel… Emmanuel approached.
Lois opened her eyes, panting, and saw him. The desire in his body, the tension in his muscles. She knelt on the bed—still impaled by the other two—and extended a hand.
“Come,” she said simply.
Emmanuel stripped with contained rage. He climbed onto the bed, and when Lois kissed him, she did it with the force of a female summoning her alpha. She pushed him back onto the mattress and mounted him, still trembling.
“Let go… give in,” she pleaded with Emmanuel.