Chapter 51 Friday Night Party 2
Phoebe
“What’s going on, Tyra?”
Strangely, the room fell silent. I glanced at Finley, who only shrugged. Zion cleared his throat, but it was Adonis whose expression had changed. His face hardened, tension visible in every line.
I turned toward the door. The handle moved, and when it opened, it wasn’t Tyra standing there—it was Hayden… wearing a full-on Anakin Skywalker costume from his Jedi days in Star Wars. Zion burst into laughter as Hayden stepped into the room.
Okay, I had to agree with Zion on this one. Hayden looked ridiculous in that Jedi outfit. He walked stiffly toward me, completely ignoring Zion’s howling laughter. He only reacted to Adonis’ long exhale.
“I was invited by Phoebe, so quit looking at me like I’m a weirdo.”
“It’s not you, man. It’s the way you walk and how stiff you look. That’s what’s got us trippin’,” Zion replied.
“There weren’t any other futuristic costumes left. Everything’s rented out already. Like the entire youth population of this city decided to crash this stupid party.”
“Exactly. That’s why we’re here too, Hayden. And newsflash—you’re just like the rest of us now.”
“Oh, shut up, Zion. Quit roasting me. I’m just trying to look normal, alright?” Hayden grumbled as he dropped into Tyra’s desk chair.
“Alright, alright. We’re cool,” Zion said, holding his hands up in surrender.
“So what made you change your mind?” I asked, walking over to Hayden.
“You.”
Zion let out an exaggerated ugh, and Hayden’s expression soured. I tried to play it cool, maybe even cheer him up a little. At least he showed up—he proved I mattered to him.
I wrapped my arm around his shoulder from the side, but Adonis suddenly stood up and headed toward the door. I instinctively called after him.
“Adonis, where are you going?”
“Getting a drink.”
“No, you can’t,” Finley cut in, but then stopped, glancing my way.
“Yeah, I can,” Adonis replied. “Better than sticking around watching Hayden glued to Phoebe.”
This was it—time to make a decision. I couldn’t let things spiral into another pissing contest between Hayden and Adonis. One of them had to be the bigger man… and Hayden already had.
“Adonis. Stop.”
He froze. His eyes met mine, and the sadness there hit me hard. I hesitated for a second, then stepped toward him.
“Remember when I said I’d be fair to you… to all of you?”
He exhaled slowly. “I remember, but—”
“Do you not trust me?”
He shook his head gently, eyes softening. I smiled, trying to send him a calm, reassuring energy. It worked—he cracked a small smile, his amber eyes locking on mine.
I paused, weighing what fairness should look like right now. I couldn’t ask Hayden—he’d probably give me that blank stare that would just ruin my mood. If I asked Adonis, his answer would be too impulsive. Finley would just back off, making me more confused than ever.
So I turned to Zion.
“Zion, got any suggestions? How do I play fair with you guys?” I asked, staring straight at him.
He cleared his throat and rubbed his chin, his brow furrowed as his gaze shifted between the other three.
“Let Finley go first. Hayden and Adonis at the same time, since those two are the loudest.”
I heard Hayden click his tongue and Adonis let out a low growl. I expected that reaction. Finley, who’d been quiet the whole time, scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
“What about you?” I asked, not hiding my impatience.
Zion let out a whistle. “I don’t mind going last.”
“Perfect,” Hayden muttered.
“Don’t get greedy, Hayden,” Adonis snapped, his glare sharp.
“As long as no one hurts Phoebe, I’ll share,” Hayden muttered back.
Here we go again. I sighed, fed up with their childishness. They could get along fine during training—but this?
“Oh, cut it out.”
The moment I sighed, silence fell again. Then Finley called my name softly. I walked over to him without thinking.
“Phoebe,” he repeated, even softer this time.
I looked into his eyes. Finley always made me feel safe. His hand came up to gently cup my cheek—so tender, like I was something fragile, something too precious to hold too tight.
“Finley—”
“Hush. Just be still… I’ll start.”
He leaned in and kissed me, and I felt like I was floating in the eye of a storm. That’s what Finley always was—calm amidst chaos. His kiss was warm, slightly trembling, full of care. Not rushed. Not demanding. Just… present. His fingers curled gently behind my neck, holding me there as if afraid I’d vanish.
I placed my hand on his chest and felt his heart pounding like mad. When our lips finally parted, I noticed the blush creeping onto his cheeks. I almost laughed, but instead… I felt like crying. That peace—it hit something deep inside me.
But the peace didn’t last long.
Hayden and Adonis stepped closer—almost in sync. The air in the room thickened. Hayden stood to my right, Adonis to my left. Both of them stared at me with the same look: desire, unease, and the burning need to be seen.
“I know I wasn’t the first…” Adonis said, his voice low and rough, “…but I’m tired of always being the last.”
Hayden didn’t say a word. His hand slid onto my back, warm and sure. Adonis leaned in, his lips brushing the skin of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
Then Adonis kissed me from the side—firm and deep, like he was making a statement. Unlike Finley’s calming touch, Adonis was fire—intense, shaking, but laced with fear. Fear of losing me.
Hayden, always the one in control, kissed along my jawline, fingers trailing down my arm until they rested at my waist, sending goosebumps across my skin.
I closed my eyes, giving in to the whirlwind—fire and ice colliding around me.
Then Zion’s voice shattered the moment.
“Well damn. Is it possessive trio time already?”
I looked up, slightly breathless, to see Zion leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets. But I knew that laid-back pose was a lie. His eyes traced the mess they’d left on my lips… and it sent a chill through me.
“You guys done yet?” he asked softly.
Before I could answer, he was already walking toward me. Zion always knew when to speak, when to hold back… and when to take over.
Without a word, he pulled me into his arms. No rushed kiss. Just a look—his fingers brushed over my face, down my eyebrows, nose, lips—like he was memorizing every inch of me.
And when he finally kissed me, it was like breathing again after holding it in too long. Deep. Unexpected. Free.
I felt his fingers slip beneath my costume, slowly undoing the parts I’d kept hidden. He wasn’t in a hurry. Zion was all about exploring—every touch from him felt like a promise. That I wasn’t just some girl surrounded by four guys—I was their girl. The one they cherished.
My lips were swollen, my skin warm, my breath unsteady as I fell onto the bed—surrounded by them all.
Finley sat beside me, holding my hand and intertwining our fingers. Hayden took the other side, his eyes dark with restraint. Adonis stood at the foot of the bed, looking at me like I was something sacred and dangerous all at once. Zion leaned behind me, arms around my waist—casual, yet fiercely protective.
My only job was to be fair… and to feel.
I didn’t even care that I was half-undressed. I wasn’t scared. Just… nervous.
This was the first time I’d ever shared this kind of closeness with all four of my mates.
My body felt light, almost like I was floating, but my heart was pounding like war drums. I looked at them one by one—Finley, Hayden, Adonis, Zion. Four souls. Four connections. Each so different.
And me? Just one girl. Wondering if I could really hold all of this together.
They looked at me—not just with desire, but with something deeper. Like I was their center of gravity. Like they’d burn, as long as it meant they could orbit around me.
I took a long breath. “Are you guys really okay with this?”
Finley was first to answer, his voice raspy. “The only thing we’re sure of… is you.”
Zion smiled. “And we’ll share—just as long as you’re the one we’re sharing.”
Hayden leaned in, kissed my knee, and whispered, “As long as you’re happy, Phoebe.”
Adonis tightened his grip on my hand. “We’re yours… and tonight, you’re ours.”
“I’m ready, my mates.”
That night wasn’t just about bodies coming together. It was about trust. Acceptance. Love—in its strangest, most real form. None of us knew what would happen after. But we knew one thing—we didn’t need to hold back anymore.
This was our game. And we were all in.