Chapter 27

Damon

The car hums quietly as we drive away from the charity event, the night air thick with anticipation. I can feel her next to me, her breath shallow, her body tense. She’s trying to act unaffected, but the pulse in her neck under my thumb betrays her. She wanted this—wanted us—but she’s still fighting it. Still trying to keep her distance.

Fucking adorable.

Marius drives, his jaw tight, his eyes straight ahead. Tyrone sits next to him, hands resting in his lap, but I know better than to think he’s calm. We’re all feeling the same thing. The game, the chase—it's been too long, and now we’ve got her. And we’re not letting go.

“Tell me again why you played so hard to get,” I murmur to Seri, my voice low, steady. I slide my fingers across her leg, just a brush, but it’s enough to make her stiffen beside me.

She looks at me, her lips parted, her gaze flicking from me to Tyrone, who is watching her with those cold, calculating eyes.

“I wasn’t,” she says, her voice tight, defensive. “I just—”

“Just what?” Tyrone cuts in, his voice like a whip. “Just pretending you don’t want this?”

She clenches her jaw but says nothing, and I know she’s fighting to keep some of her control. It’s cute, really, how she still thinks she has any. She’s in our world now, and that’s not going to change. We pull into the driveway of Sigma Phi house, and the car comes to a stop. Marius turns off the engine, and Tyrone’s hand is on the door handle before we even have time to get out.

“Out. Now,” Tyrone commands, his voice the final nail in the coffin of her resistance.

Seri hesitates for a moment, but not for long. She slides out of the car, and I follow her, not giving her a chance to escape. Inside the house, it’s all dark corners and quiet echoes. The only thing that matters now is her—our little puzzle, slowly falling into place.

Marius leads the way, his steps steady and calculated, as if he’s already anticipating every move she’ll make. We follow him down the hall to one of the back rooms, the door shutting behind us with a soft click that sounds far too final.

I step forward, watching Seri’s back up as she stands near the center of the room, her body stiff but her breaths shallow.

“Do you know why we didn’t give up?” Marius asks stalking towards her, his tone dark, but there’s an edge beneath it, a promise of what’s to come.

She doesn’t answer right away, and I watch the tension in her shoulders grow tighter.

“Because you want this,” Tyrone continues, taking a step closer within arms reach, his fingers brushing the nape of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. “You want us. Want us to take control. To make you ours.”

Her breath hitches, but she still doesn’t speak. Instead, she turns her head looking at each of us in turn, those eyes full of fire and defiance. And that just makes it more fun.

“We’ve waited enough, Seri,” I murmur, leaning in close, my lips almost brushing her ear. “You’re going to forget about everything else tonight. You’re going to give in to us.”

I feel her body react to my words—shuddering, stiffening, then relaxing ever so slightly. She doesn’t want to admit it, but she’s getting there. I know it. Marius and Tyrone know it.

I close the space between us completely, my brothers right behind me as we surround her, our hands running all over her body, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips. Her body’s tension is palpable, but it’s not the kind of resistance that makes me want to back off. It’s the kind that makes me want to push further, to break through all her defenses and make her scream for us. I know my brothers feel the same, their eyes just as intense as mine.

I can feel her pulse racing beneath my fingers, and it makes me smile, knowing that we are the ones making her heart race. Not her, not her past. Us.

Marius leans in, his lips hovering above hers, arm wrapped around her body. “You’re not afraid of us are you, Seri?”

“No...” she breathes, and I can see the hesitation in her eyes, but she doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t tell us to stop. She’s silently asking for it, even if she won’t admit it aloud.

I take her chin in my hand, turning her face so she’s forced to look me in the eye. “Tonight, you’re ours. Just the way we want it.”

I lean in and kiss her, hard, my lips claiming hers, deepening the kiss as my hands roam over her body, finding the soft curves, the warmth of her skin. She gasps into the kiss, and it’s all the invitation I need. I let my fingers trail down to the hem of her shirt, pushing it up slowly, savoring the feeling of her shivering beneath my touch.

I can feel the heat radiating off her before we even touch her. Her skin, warm and trembling, calls to us. I step closer, letting my fingers trail just barely over the curve of her back, and her body responds, shivering and leaning into me, her breath hitching. I want to drag her closer, to crush her against me, but I make myself wait, letting the tension build, letting her realize that we have all the control now. Not her.

Her eyes flicker to mine, defiance still lingering in the way she holds herself, but I can see it—she’s cracking. She wants to fight it, I can tell, but it’s becoming impossible for her to ignore the pull between us. The pull that’s been there from the moment we first laid eyes on her.

“Stop resisting, Seri,” I murmur, my voice low, smooth, like velvet. “Let go.”

I watch as her chest rises and falls with each sharp breath, my words sinking in. The resistance is slipping away, piece by piece. I know she wants this. I can see it in the way her body betrays her. Her lips part slightly as she inhales, her pulse quickening under my touch. I brush my thumb over the delicate curve of her shoulder, letting my fingers travel lower, slowly, until I reach the waistband of her shorts. I can see her hesitate.

“We want to see all of you,” I tell her, my voice raw with desire. It’s not a request. It’s a command.

Her breath hitches again, and I see the subtle shiver run through her, like she’s about to say something, to push me away. But then, I slide my hands under her shirt, lifting it slowly, my eyes locked on hers, watching for any sign of protest. But there is none. She lets me. I peel it off, revealing her smooth, soft skin covered with a patchwork of tattoos, and I feel my cock harden instantly, my control slipping further. But I hold it.

Tyrone’s hands move to her back, unhooking her bra with a swift motion. My gaze flicks to Marius, who’s standing there, as calm and calculating as always, his eyes never leaving her. He’s watching, analyzing, like he’s waiting for the perfect moment to step in. He doesn’t need to say anything. His presence is enough. Seri’s chest rises, her breathing shallow now, as if she’s teetering on the edge of something she can’t quite control.

I watch as the last of her clothes falls away, her body trembling under our gaze, exposed and vulnerable but still defiant in the way she holds herself. My fingers itch to claim her, to make her see that she doesn’t get to hide anymore.

Tyrone steps behind her, his hand settling on her waist, strong and unyielding. His touch is a possessive claim, as if he’s marking her, reminding her that she belongs to all three of us. His lips brush the side of her neck, slow and deliberate, as he inhales her scent.

“You’re ours,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. His words aren’t a request—they’re an ultimatum. And I can feel her resistance crumbling.

Marius still stands back for a moment, watching with that cold, calculating gaze of his. He’s the enforcer, the one who makes sure things go as planned, and I can tell he’s enjoying this—watching her unravel beneath our hands. He’s waiting for his turn, but still just as much a part of this as Tyrone and I.

Tyrone’s lips move lower, his mouth brushing over her collarbone, tasting her skin as though he’s savoring every inch of her. His hands move, sliding over her body possessively, as if he’s reminding her that no part of her belongs to anyone else.

“Tell us, Seri,” Tyrone’s voice rumbles against her skin, the words just a whisper, but the weight of them lands heavy between us. “Tell us what you want.”

I watch as her lips part, her eyes locked on mine, uncertain for a moment, but then drift to Marius as something flickers in them—something that tells me she’s not going to resist.

“I want you,” she says quietly, her voice barely a whisper, but it’s enough. It’s all we need to hear.

Marius steps forward now, his presence like a storm, cold and powerful. He doesn’t speak right away. He doesn’t need to. His hand grips her both sides of her face, forcing her face up toward his, and when his lips crash down on hers, there’s no hesitation, no gentleness. It’s fierce, demanding, reminding her that she belongs to us. Every part of her, every inch of her, is ours.

I see her hands move, tentative at first, reaching for him, gripping the shoulders of his jacket. We’re not giving her the luxury of holding back anymore.

Marius breaks the kiss and looks down at her with an intensity that makes my heart race. “You want this don’t you precious,” he says, his voice low and commanding. Something about his pet name making her breathe come out faster and sharper; he sees it too, “You wanted us to show you who you really belong to.”

She doesn’t answer with words, simply nodding her head as much as his grip on her allows. Her body speaks for her. Her lips part in a gasp as Tyrone’s fingers trace the curve of her ass, moving lower, sliding between her thighs from behind; disappearing into her wet folds. I move my hands next, my lips trailing down her neck, tasting the soft skin there, feeling her pulse beat beneath my lips.

Marius is watching us tease her, his eyes never leaving hers. There’s something about the way he stares down at her while his hands still grip the sides of her face, silent but commanding, that makes everything feel even more intense.

“We’re not stopping,” Marius says, his voice steady but full of intent. “Not until you beg.”

My fingers trail down her body again, feeling her pulse flutter beneath my touch. I lean in, pulling her face from Marius’ grasp and kissing her deeply once more, savoring the way her lips respond to mine, and I feel her body give in just a little more, her muscles loosening, her guard slipping away.

“Relax, Seri,” I murmur. “Won’t hurt you. We’re here to show you what it means to be truly claimed.” Because now, we will.