You called for us
1365 Words
Kira’s POV
I sucked in a sharp breath and forced myself to keep walking. If I pretended not to hear him, maybe he’d leave me alone. Maybe he’d go back to that lady and forget I had ever been there.
But I knew better.
His firm hand caught my wrist, yanking me back so fast I gasped. My body collided with his, and suddenly, I was pressed against the rough bark of a tree. The scent of sweat, s*x, and something distinctly him filled my senses, making my head spin.
I refused to look up.
He chuckled, low and dark. “Running away, little thief?” His voice was a murmur, but there was something dangerous underneath it, something that sent a shiver down my spine.
I gritted my teeth. “I wasn’t running. I was leaving.”
He made a noise in the back of his throat, a mix of amusement and something else—something hungry. “Leaving?” He leaned in, his lips just beside my ear. “Then why were you watching?”
My entire body stiffened. “I wasn’t.”
He laughed softly. “Liar.”
His fingers brushed my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. He knew he was getting to me. He knew I was affected.
I hated him for it.
“Let me go,” I spat, shoving at his chest. My frustration grew as I thought about how, in just one day, I’d found myself in compromising situations with all three brothers. First, it was Darius, who I accidentally saw naked. He had the audacity to suggest I strip to “even the score.” Then Damien, who thought it was only fair he got a look, too, since his brother had seen me. And now Dane—the youngest of the triplets, who I’d just watched shamelessly f*****g a she-wolf.
Let. Me. Go,” I demanded again. He didn’t budge. Instead, his grip on my chin tightened just slightly, his thumb tracing the corner of my lips as if testing how much I would let him get away with.
“Maybe,” he mused. “But you didn’t look away.”
I turned my head sharply, my frown deepening.
He was toying with me, enjoying the way I squirmed beneath his touch, under his gaze.
“I could smell you,” he murmured. “Even over her, I could smell your arousal.”
A shudder wracked my body. I clenched my jaw, refusing to respond.
Dane exhaled, a warm breath against my skin. “I wonder…” His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “Did watching make you jealous?”
I snapped.
I shoved at him hard, my palm colliding with his chest. He barely stumbled, but his smirk widened, like he wanted this reaction from me.
“Go to hell,” I hissed.
He tilted his head, a lazy grin curving his lips. “Been there, sweetheart.”
Then, as quickly as he’d trapped me, he let go.
I sucked in a breath, my skin burning where his fingers had been. He stepped back, his eyes raking over my body, dark and hungry, like a predator resisting the urge to devour its prey.
“Next time,” he said smoothly, “if you want to watch, just say so. And if you want to join, you can ask.”
I opened my mouth, ready to spit another insult at him, but before I could, he turned and disappeared into the night, leaving me alone with my pounding heart and the unbearable heat that refused to leave my skin.
I hated him.
I hated that he had touched me.
I hated that a part of me wished he hadn’t let go.
“Get a grip, Kira. Stop being horny,” I muttered to myself before heading back to the pack house. I made my way to my tiny room in the servants' quarters, took a cold bath, and squeezed the liquid from the leaves into a cup before drinking it.
Feeling exhausted, I lay on my bed and thought of all the things that happened today.
I wanted to forget, to push the memories away, but they wouldn’t leave. Rather, the images, the pictures, kept replaying in my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing the memories to go, the images to wipe, but they wouldn’t. I kept seeing them. I groaned, slamming my fist into the thin mattress. This was torture.
I rolled over, my body aching with exhaustion but my mind refusing to grant me peace. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them.
Darius, his piercing eyes raking over my body with that smug look on his face, as if daring me to deny what he knew I felt. My skin burned at the memory, the way his muscles flexed, the way he made no effort to cover himself as if his nakedness was a weapon he wielded effortlessly.
Then there was Damien, his fingers grazing my skin, his lips curling into that mischievous smile that said he enjoyed every second of my discomfort. He had no shame, no restraint. The way he watched me, touched me… it made me feel exposed, vulnerable. Yet, my body had betrayed me, craving more even as I wanted to slap that arrogant look off his face.
And Dane… Gods, Dane. That cocky bastard. The youngest of the three, but by no means the least dangerous. I could still hear his grunts, the way his body moved with raw power and dominance as he f*cked that woman. I hated myself for watching, for not being able to tear my gaze away from him as he lost himself in that woman. The way he looked at me afterward, eyes dark and hungry, knowing exactly what he had done to me. Knowing exactly how much his words affected me.
I buried my face in my pillow, screaming into the fabric to muffle the sound. This was insanity. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t let them get to me like this.
But how could I not? They were everywhere. Even now, their scents lingered on my skin, in my hair. They were inescapable.
I shivered, the cool air brushing against my damp skin. Maybe the problem wasn’t them. Maybe it was me. Maybe I was the sick one for feeling this way after everything they’d done. How could I be feeling this way towards men who hated me more than anything on earth?
I shouldn’t want them. I shouldn’t crave their touch. Yet, my body burned with need, my heart racing at the mere thought of their hands on me again.
I squeezed my thighs together, my face flushing with shame. This was wrong. They were my enemies. They were cruel, arrogant, and manipulative. They didn’t care about me. I was just the traitor’s daughter to them; their father ordered the execution of my parents. I shouldn’t forget that.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I tried to force myself into sleep to escape my thoughts, but it was useless. The triplets lingered in my mind until I drifted off.
“Kira.” Deep, hushed voices startled me awake. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light. The room was dark, but I could see figures hovering over me.
I sat up on the bed and looked properly to see the triplets in my room. “What… are you doing here?” I asked with a frown, but they all smirked and approached me. They climbed on the bed, my little bed creaking at the weight of them, and positioned themselves before me.
My eyes widened in disbelief, and my heart raced. “What are you three doing here…?” I asked, my lips trembling.
“You called for us,” Darius whispered.
I shook my head. “No, I didn’t…”
“Shh…” Damien pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. His eyes darkened with desire. “Lay back down and let us worship your body,” he murmured.
His voice sent a shiver through me, and to my horror, I obeyed without protest.
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