I was officially losing my mind.

I was officially losing my mind.
Amara’s POV

I was officially losing my mind.

Caden had just kissed me—really kissed me—and I was still recovering from the fire he left in his wake. Ryder had already staked his claim before that. And now, Jaxon stood in front of me, smirking like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

"You look flustered, princess," Jaxon teased, his fingers still resting beneath my chin, keeping my gaze locked with his.

I was flustered. How could I not be? I was surrounded by three ridiculously attractive, possessive men who all seemed determined to make me lose my sanity.

“I wonder why,” I muttered, trying to step back, but Jaxon’s hand slid around my waist, keeping me close.

His smirk deepened. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not mad that you kissed them first.”

Caden tensed beside me, and Ryder scoffed, but Jaxon ignored them, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he whispered, “I just think it’s my turn now.”

I shivered.

Before I could even react, Jaxon tilted my face up and kissed me—slow and teasing, but still filled with an undeniable heat.

Unlike Ryder’s fiery possessiveness or Caden’s deep intensity, Jaxon kissed me like he was playing a game he already knew he would win. His lips moved against mine with lazy confidence, taking his time, drawing out every little reaction from me until I was breathless.

And the worst part?

I let him.

I wanted him to.

He groaned softly as he deepened the kiss, his grip tightening around my waist. When he finally pulled back, his lips barely parted from mine, his dark blue eyes filled with something dangerous.

“I could do this all night,” he murmured.

My breath hitched.

Ryder let out an irritated sigh. “Alright, that’s enough.”

Jaxon only grinned, but he finally released me, his fingers brushing over my hip one last time before stepping back. “For now,” he added with a wink.

Caden was silent, but I could feel the tension radiating from him. His golden eyes flickered toward me, unreadable, before he finally exhaled and turned toward the door. “We should go inside before things get worse.”

Ryder was still smirking. “Worse? Oh no, Caden, I think things just got a lot more interesting.”

Jaxon chuckled. “Agreed.”

I groaned, pressing a hand to my face.

What had I just gotten myself into?

I barely had a second to breathe before Ryder grabbed my wrist, tugging me toward him with a smirk playing at his lips.

"Feeling a little overwhelmed, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

I shot him a glare, though it probably wasn’t as effective as I wanted it to be. “You think?”

Jaxon chuckled, leaning casually against the balcony railing. “Oh, come on, princess. You’re enjoying this.”

I huffed, but my face was still burning from Jaxon’s kiss. From all of their kisses.

Caden, who had been quiet up until now, finally turned back to face me. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable before he stepped closer. “Amara,” he said softly, his voice different from the playful taunts of the others.

I swallowed hard. “Yeah?”

His fingers brushed against my cheek, barely there, but enough to make my skin tingle. “This isn’t just a game to me.”

The teasing atmosphere shifted in an instant.

Ryder sighed dramatically, but there was no real frustration behind it. “There he goes, ruining the fun with his serious talk.”

Jaxon smirked but said nothing, watching me carefully.

Caden ignored them both, keeping his gaze locked on mine. “I mean it,” he continued, his fingers tilting my chin up slightly. “If you want all of us, then say it. Don’t let us fight over something that’s already yours.”

I sucked in a sharp breath.

They were waiting for my answer.

Jaxon, playful but possessive.
Ryder, wild and daring.
Caden, steady and unshakable.

I looked between them, my heart pounding. “I…” My voice came out soft, uncertain, but I knew what I wanted. What I felt.

I met Caden’s eyes first. “I don’t want to choose.”

His jaw clenched slightly, but he nodded.

I turned to Ryder, who arched a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “No complaints from me,” he said easily, but there was a certain heat in his eyes that told me this wasn’t over.

Then finally, I looked at Jaxon, who only grinned, his gaze dark. “Smart choice, princess.”

Before I could react, he was suddenly right there, his fingers wrapping around my wrist as he pulled me flush against him. “Now, since we’re all on the same page…” His lips brushed against my ear, his voice dipping lower. “How about I remind you why I should be your favorite?”

Ryder groaned. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Jaxon.”

I laughed—a real, breathless laugh.

Maybe this was crazy. Maybe it was impossible.

But as I stood there, caught between them, I realized one thing—

I wasn’t running from this anymore.