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CHAPTER 46
\[Rhea's POV\]
The air in the room was thick with tension. Standing naked before them, I felt exposed but strangely free.
The fire crackled behind me. I could feel the heat on my back, but it was nothing compared to the heat coming from them.
Lucien and Damian sat on the edge of the bed, fully clothed, staring at me like they were afraid to blink.
I should have felt embarrassed. Vulnerable. Mark had always made me feel self-conscious about my body, too curvy here, not enough there. But standing in front of these two Alphas, I didn't feel any of that.
I felt powerful.
Lucien's eyes had gone dark. His pupils were blown so wide I could barely see the silver anymore. His hands gripped his thighs, knuckles white. He looked like he was physically holding himself back from moving.
Damian wasn't any better. His jaw was clenched tight, a muscle straining on his cheek. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths, like he was trying to control himself.
Neither of them moved. They just watched me.
The silence stretched out and I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. Could hear their heavy breathing too.
"Rhea." Lucien's heavy voice cut through the silence. "Do you understand what you're doing?"
I met his gaze, not looking away.
"If we do this," he continued, "if we cross this line tonight... there's no going back. We won't just be mates. You'll be ours. Completely. In every fucking way. OUR woman."
My stomach flipped, not from fear, but from anticipation.
"Is this truly what you want?" Damian asked. "You can still walk away, Rhea. Put your clothes back on. Leave. We won't stop you. We won't think less of you. But you need to be sure. You need to choose this."
I didn't need time to think. The events of the last few days had burned away any doubt I had left. Mark’s betrayal, Isolde’s hatred, the blood in the forest, it had all led me to this room.
I thought about the last three years of my life. Living a lie. Pretending to be human. Suppressing my wolf. Hiding who I really was.
I was done with all of it.
My wolf, Nyra, was pacing at the front of my mind, her tail wagging in excitedly. She knew who we belonged to. She had known long before I did.
"I’m sure," I said. My voice was steady, surprising even me. "I want you both. I’m tired of being afraid. I want to feel the bond. I want to feel you."
Something shifted in their eyes. Pure, raw hunger.
To show them I meant it, I dropped to my knees. I could feel the heat from the fire on my back, warming my skin. But mostly I felt their eyes on me. Watching every movement.
I started crawling toward them.
Slowly. I kept my eyes locked on theirs. I felt my breasts sway with each movement. Felt my hair fall forward over my shoulders. Watched the way they reacted, the way Lucien's breath caught, the way Damian's hands tightened on his thighs.
I'm doing this to them, I thought. I have this power over them.
It was intoxicating.
When I reached them, I sat back on my heels. They were both still fully dressed. Their legs were spread, and I was kneeling between them, completely naked.
The contrast made my skin prickle.
With shaking hands I reached for Lucien's belt. I fumbled with it for a second before getting it open.
Then I moved to Damian. His belt was much easier.
When both belts were undone, I paused, took a deep breath pulled down their zipper. The sound seemed loud in the quiet room.
I did the same with Damian.
They both lifted their hips, helping me pull their pants down.
Even though I'd seen it before, I still couldn't help gasping, my eyes wide.
Oh god.
They were both hard. Achingly hard. Their cocks stood thick, jutting up from dark hair. Pre-cum already glistened at the tips, catching the firelight.
Lucien was long and thick, with veins running along the length. Damian was thicker, his cock curving slightly upward.
They were huge.
I hadn't thought about it before but how were they supposed to fit inside me?
"Rhea?" Damian's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "You okay?"
I nodded quickly, but I couldn't stop staring.
"You're doing so good," Lucien said, his voice rough. "Just follow your instincts. Do what feels right."
I reached out slowly. My hand looked small as I wrapped it around Lucien's cock. He was burning hot, hard as steel. I felt him pulse against my palm.
Then I wrapped my other hand around Damian. Same thing, hot, hard, pulsing.
"Fuck," Damian breathed out.
I started stroking them. Slowly at first. Just getting used to the feel of them. My hands could barely wrap all the way around their thickness.
I watched their faces as I worked them. Lucien's eyes fluttered closed, his jaw clenched. Damian's breathing got heavier, his chest rising and falling faster.
Pre-cum leaked from both of them, making my hands slide a bit easier. But I wanted them smoother, so I held out my palms, looking up at them.
They understood immediately and leaned forward, spitting into my hands. The warm liquid pooled in my palms.
I wrapped my hands around them again, and now they were properly slick. My hands glided smoothly up and down their lengths, the wet sounds filling the room.
"God, yes," Lucien groaned. His head fell back.
I kept stroking, finding a rhythm. Base to tip. Squeeze at the top. Then back down. My hands moved together, working them both at the same pace.
Their breathing got heavier. Their muscles tensed. I could see their abs clenching, their thighs trembling slightly.
But watching them wasn't enough. I wanted to taste them, so I leaned forward and took Lucien into my mouth.