I was theirs just as much as they were mine.

I was theirs just as much as they were mine.
Amara’s POV

I felt completely wrecked. My lips were swollen, my heart was racing, and my body was betraying me in every possible way.

Three different men. Three different kinds of want.

And I wanted all of them.

Caden, steady and intense, watching me like I was something precious. Ryder, wild and untamed, like he wanted to ruin me in the best way possible. And Jaxon, teasing, dangerous, deadly in the way he played with me.

And the worst part?

They knew.

Jaxon was the first to speak, his smirk lazy but possessive. “Damn, princess,” he murmured, dragging his thumb across my bottom lip. “Look at you. Already falling apart, and we haven’t even started yet.”

I sucked in a sharp breath. “I—”

Ryder didn’t let me finish.

He tilted my chin up, his green eyes dark. “Careful, sweetheart,” he warned, his voice husky. “Keep looking at me like that, and I might forget how to behave.”

Caden exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “We need to stop.”

Jaxon laughed. “Oh, now you want to be responsible?”

Caden ignored him. Instead, he cupped my face, his golden gaze searching mine. “Tell me if this is too much.”

It was.

And it wasn’t.

I was breathless, overwhelmed, completely lost in the three of them.

But stopping?

I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

I licked my lips, my voice soft but certain. “I don’t want to stop.”

Silence.

Then—

Ryder groaned, tilting his head back. “Fucking hell, Amara.”

Jaxon smirked, shaking his head. “You really don’t know what you’ve just started, do you?”

Caden’s grip tightened, his jaw clenching. “Then we do this right,” he said firmly.

Jaxon rolled his eyes. “Here we go with the rules.”

Caden ignored him. He turned back to me, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “You choose what happens next, Amara. No more teasing. No more games.”

I swallowed hard.

Ryder’s voice was lower now, more dangerous. “So, sweetheart… what’s it gonna be?”

I looked between them—three men who wanted all of me.

And then I took a slow, shaky breath.

“I want everything.”

The air was thick with heat and something more—something that made my pulse pound in my ears.

Caden’s golden eyes locked onto mine, searching for any hesitation. Jaxon’s smirk widened, dark and full of promise, while Ryder just watched me, waiting for my next move.

I knew what I was saying.

I knew what I wanted.

And still, my voice came out softer than I intended. “I want everything.”

Jaxon groaned, dragging a hand through his hair. “Fuck, princess. You have to stop saying things like that.”

Ryder’s hand landed on my waist, tugging me closer until my chest bumped into his. “She doesn’t want to stop,” he murmured, brushing his lips over my ear. “Do you, sweetheart?”

A shiver ran down my spine.

Caden’s fingers curled into my hip. “Then we need to do this right.”

Jaxon huffed. “You’re killing the moment, man.”

Caden shot him a glare. “She’s not just some game, Jaxon.”

The teasing glint in Jaxon’s eyes flickered, replaced by something darker. His smirk faded, and he leaned in, his fingers tipping my chin up. “I never said she was.”

The way he looked at me—like I was something precious but also his—sent my heart racing.

Ryder’s grip tightened. “So? Are we doing this, or are we gonna sit here and talk about it all night?”

Caden exhaled sharply, his gaze never leaving mine. “We go at your pace, Amara.”

The sincerity in his voice made my chest ache.

I had control here.

I could stop this. I could walk away.

But I didn’t want to.

Instead, I let out a slow breath, my fingers tightening in the fabric of Caden’s shirt. “Then stop holding back.”

That was all it took.

Jaxon growled in approval. “Fucking finally.”

Ryder didn’t wait. His lips crashed into mine, hot and demanding, while his fingers gripped my waist, pulling me even closer. His kiss was wild, full of heat and something dangerously addictive.

Before I could even catch my breath, Jaxon pulled me away, his hands replacing Ryder’s as he tilted my head back. “My turn,” he whispered, then kissed me—different, teasing, but just as devastating.

Caden let them have their moment, but when Jaxon finally pulled back, he was there, his golden eyes burning into mine.

He didn’t rush.

He just cupped my face, his touch steady. And when his lips finally met mine, it was slow, deliberate, full of things he wasn’t saying out loud.

By the time he pulled back, I was breathless, my head spinning.

And I knew one thing for sure.

There was no turning back now.

My breath came in uneven gasps, my lips tingling from the way they had each claimed me—different but equally possessive.

Caden’s steady grip on my waist, Jaxon’s teasing smirk as his fingers ghosted over my skin, and Ryder’s wild intensity all wrapped around me like an inescapable storm.

And I didn’t want to escape.

Jaxon ran his thumb over my bottom lip, his gaze dark and hungry. “Look at you, princess,” he murmured. “Completely ruined and we haven’t even started.”

I shivered.

Caden let out a slow breath, his golden eyes locked onto mine. “We should stop before this gets out of hand.”

Ryder scoffed. “Too late for that.”

Jaxon chuckled, tilting my chin up. “She already chose, Caden. Are you really gonna back out now?”

Caden’s jaw tightened. He looked at me—really looked at me. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against my cheek. “And I will.”

Stop?

I swallowed, my heart hammering.

I didn’t want to.

Instead of answering, I reached up and curled my fingers into his shirt, pulling him closer.

His breath hitched.

That was all the confirmation he needed.

Caden’s lips crashed into mine, slower this time, but deeper—like he was memorizing every inch of me. His hands tightened around my waist, anchoring me to him as his warmth bled into me.

I barely had time to process the kiss before Ryder’s arms slid around me from behind, his breath hot against my ear. “Still think you can handle all of us, sweetheart?”

I didn’t get the chance to respond before his lips brushed my neck, teasing, taunting.

Jaxon groaned. “Fuck, this is unfair.”

Caden pulled back just enough to glare at him. “You just had your turn.”

Jaxon smirked, his fingers ghosting over my exposed shoulder. “Yeah, and I want another one.”

Ryder laughed. “We might actually break her.”

I exhaled shakily, my body burning from their attention. “You’re all—”

Jaxon grinned. “Obsessed with you?”

Ryder nipped my ear. “Addicted?”

Caden’s fingers curled under my chin, tilting my face up to his again. “Yours.”

My stomach flipped, my knees almost giving out.

And in that moment, I realized—

I was theirs just as much as they were mine.