Chapter 23

Seraphina

The tension in the room was unbearable. I could feel their eyes on me, each of them silently waiting, knowing what was coming next. My heart hammered in my chest as I tried to keep my breathing steady, but it was impossible. There was no escaping them now. No running.

Marius was the first to move, his sharp gaze locking with mine as he stepped closer, his hand reaching for the zipper of my jacket. The flick of it sent a shiver through me, but I didn’t move—couldn’t move. Damon followed suit, his fingers brushing over my shoulders, pushing the fabric down the bare skin of my shoulders beneath, showing the patchwork of tattoos coming up my back down my arms under my tank top. His touch was electric, sending sparks of heat through my body as his hands slid down my arms to my wrists then across my lower stomach and up my sides to press against the underside of my breasts, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I bit back a moan, my body already responding to them, betraying me in ways I didn’t want it to.

Tyrone was to the side of me, his hands already at the small of my back then skating around to my front and pulling my body backwards, arranging me to press my back against his chest. His breath was hot on my neck as he murmured in my ear, “We’re not going to let you go this time, Seri. Not until we get what we want.”

Each of their touches, their words, were designed to break me. To strip away every ounce of resistance. I felt my resolve crumbling, but I refused to give in completely. I wasn’t going to let them have everything they wanted, not yet.

But as their hands exploring every inch of my body, I felt like I was being unraveled. Marius was efficient, his movements purposeful and controlled. Damon took his time, trailing kisses along my collarbone, his breath hot against my skin, teasing me, making me squirm. Tyrone’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of my hips, the sharp edge of his nails grazing my skin as he pushed my jeans down of my hips, just enough to reach above where I bore the Alpha Phi tattoo.

I wanted to fight it. I wanted to stand my ground but the heat of their bodies around me, the steady pressure of Tyrone’s fingers pressing into my hips, the soft whispers in my ear, all of it combined to drive me insane. I was teetering on the edge already, my body betraying me with every touch, every breath.

Marius grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of Tyrone’s hold, threading his fingers into my hair and gripping tightly; his lips descending on mind in a ravenous pace. Taking a couple steps back while still devouring my lips, he pressed me down into the chair again, forcing me to sit. As he pulled back enough to stare down at me, his eyes were dark, filled with that same primal hunger that had been there since the beginning. “Tell us the truth, Seri,” he said, his fingers still pulling on my hair creating a delicious sting, but there was an edge to his voice. “Who are you really? What are you hiding from us?”

I didn’t answer immediately, trying to keep control. But the truth was slipping out of me, little by little. Tyrone was behind me now, capturing both my arms and pulling them behind my back, holding both my hands in one of his. His teeth scraped across my shoulder, nipping as he went; his other hand coming up to knead my breast roughly over my shirt before pulling up and twisting on my nipple threw my bra. I yelped in response jerking up in the set, and i could feel the heat building in my core, the way their hands moved over me, bringing me closer to the edge.

“I’m not... I’m not hiding anything,” I gasped, my voice shaky as I bit my lip, fighting to keep my composure.

Damon’s hands slid down to my thighs, pushing them apart as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the soft skin on the inside of my thigh. “We know you’re hiding something, Seri,” he murmured, his voice low, seductive. “Tell us what it is. Tell us what you’re really afraid of people knowing.”

Tyrone was still behind me, brought his hot mouth back up to the shell of my ear as his tongue traced the edge before pulling my lobe between his teeth and biting down hard enough to make me whimper, his hands holding me firmly still. “You can’t keep running from the truth forever,” he whispered, his voice so close to my ear it sent shivers down my spine. “We’re going to break you. We’re going to get you to tell us everything.”

But I held on. I kept my mouth shut, refusing to give them what they wanted. They could push me, they could taunt me, but I wouldn’t let them have everything.

As Damon moved his hands to my center, his fingers brushing against my slick folds before pressing just the right way i needed against my clit; each tight hard circle eliciting a jolt to my body, my breath starting come out in hard pants. I couldn’t stop the gasps that escaped me. His eyes flashed with victory.

“You’ve got something to say, don’t you?” Damon said, his voice triumphant. “What is it, Seri? What’s so important that you won’t share it with us?”

I closed my eyes, my body betraying me once again as I felt the pressure building. They didn’t let up their movements for even a moment and my body was betraying me; responding in ways I couldn’t control. And then, like a crack in my armor, I said it. One tiny slip.

“I can’t, she’s too precious,” I murmured, my voice soft but laced with desperation. I wasn’t ready for them to know, but it slipped out before I could stop myself. The room fell silent for a moment except for the sound of my rapid breathing, their hands easing on my body just enough to let the sensations calm down as the words hanging in the air, and then, they descended on me.

“You are going to tell us everything eventually, Seri,” Tyrone said, his voice dark and full of promise. “For now, this is ours.”

They weren’t asking anymore. They weren’t waiting for permission. They were taking control, pushing me past every limit I had. Tyrone alternated from one breast to the other, kneading, pinching and pulling; Marius kissed along my jaw and down the side of my neck to the junction where it met my neck before biting down hard making me cry out. And Damon; he kept his thumb pressed against my clit rubbing it in hard tight circles while sliding one finger in and out of me before adding another and pressing up against my G-spot. They worked in perfect synchronicity, their hands, their mouths, everything about them working together driving me insane.

I was so close—so close to losing control. But every time I thought I would finally get there, they pulled back. They wouldn’t let me.

Damon’s fingers kept teased me, going faster and then slower when he felt my inner walls start to clamp around his finger, never enough to push me over but just enough to keep me on edge. Marius’s mouth was on my skin, kissing, sucking, leaving marks that would last long after this moment. Tyrone’s hand came up to my throat, tightening enough to make me dizzy, to make me feel like I was suffocating and alive all at once.

The denial was maddening, but it only made the craving worse. My body was shaking with the need, my hips grinding against Damon’s hand as I silently begged them to just let me finish. To let me have release. “Please!” i finally screamed, eyes clenched shut fighting with every fibre in my body to move so i could get what i needed.

And finally, after what felt like an eternity of torture, after they had pushed me to the brink of madness and back, they gave me what I wanted.

Damon’s fingers, Marius’s lips, and Tyrone’s hand wrapped around my throat all came together in a perfect storm, and I shattered. My body arched, my breath caught in my throat, and I finally gave in, as they gave release I had been craving.

The moment was explosive, mind-shattering. They didn’t stop, though. They didn’t pull away. They kept going, milking every ounce of pleasure from me, making me beg for more even after I had already been pushed past my limits. When it was over, I was left breathless, spent, and completely at their mercy.