TWICE THE TRAUMA, THRICE THE THERAPY

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

The moon hung low over the ethereal estate, its silvery light casting shadows that danced among the trees.

The triplets had decided to show her where they lived and that was when she discovered they had lied to her. They didn't live close to her, they lived in a town. Actually, the correct sentence would be they lived alone in a place shrouded by greens.

The front of the estate was covered in a large clearing which led to vineyards that stretched for miles. It took them an hour to drive from the beginning of the vineyards to the front of the estate and this was excluding the deep forest that generally surrounded the road that led to the vineyards.

She had arrived at the estate only days before, summoned by Gideon, the eldest of the brothers as Peter had told her earlier that she needed to be summoned or invited to the estate before she could come.

It was here that she discovered David was an artistic soul with a sensitive heart veiled beneath an enigmatic demeanor.

As the days passed, Demetria found herself captivated by the intimate, lingering glances they exchanged with her. Each brother was drawn to her in different ways. Although they had all sat down to have a conversation about it, she still felt awkward at times.

One evening, as a heavy fog blanketed the estate, David beckoned her to the gardens. “Come, Demi, I want to show you something wondrous,” he said, his voice smooth and tempting. The thrill of adventure coursed through her as she followed him into the night.

He led her to a hidden alcove where bioluminescent flowers glowed in shades of turquoise and violet, illuminating their surroundings in a magical embrace. As she leaned in to admire the luminescent petals, David brushed his fingers against her skin, sending electric sensations blooming through her body. “You’re beautiful under the moonlight,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Demetria felt a rush of warmth at his words, leaning into his touch. Just as she began to respond, Gideon emerged from the shadows, his gaze narrowing at the sight of them.

“David,” Gideon said, his tone rigid yet charged. “Are you distracting her again?”

David shrugged, a playful grin on his lips. “From what exactly? Besides I merely wanted to show her the beauty of Thergred. Perhaps you could join in on the fun, brother. I think she needs both of us.”

"What's Thergred?" She asked.

"You'll know in due time, love."

Demetria found herself caught between them, the magnetic pull of their contrasting personas making her breath hitch. Gideon’s gaze held a simmering intensity as he stepped closer to Demetria. “Be cautious, love. This place's charm has the power to engulf you.

The air thickened with anticipation, drawing the brothers closer. Just then, Peter appeared, his presence fluid, his grey pants trailing like shadows as he approached the pair. “What’s this? A gathering without me?” he asked, his voice soft yet teasingly conspiratorial.

The dynamics shifted as he came nearer, his gaze lingering possessively on Demetria. “I feel the pulse of intrigue in the air. Are we not sharing our desires tonight?”

"Why are you speaking like that?" She shot him a perplexed glance.

"Like what?"

"So formal." She replied and they nodded in understanding. "Where we came from, it is how we speak."

"Now tell me where you are from." Demetria halted them and the brothers looked between themselves as if they were having a conversation.

"Thergred."

"I know that already. Where is that?"

"The realm on the other side, where creatures from your imagination reside, the very opposite of here." David stated.

Demetria's eyes flickered. "You are...?"

"Werewolves." Peter grinned as he said.

Demetria gave a small smile before nodding. Do you not feel afraid? They asked her.

"You could smell my blood in the air the first time we met, you kept talking about pheromones," she pointed at Peter before turning to David, "you moved a whole sofa with good precision in the dark and you..."

When she moved to face the oldest, she halted and said, "...your aura is not humane."

Gideon grimaced as the two youngest chuckled. "Is that all?"

"Yes."

With a resigned sigh, Gideon's gaze shifted between his brothers, and he saw a glimpse of something primordial churning inside them. "And you have called me mate on several occasions, is that true?"

The triplets nodded, omitting their father's warning that Arken and Berar should not be together. "My mom and your dad, are they mates?"

"Of courses not," they snorted.

"Right," she nodded.

David's voice dropped to a husky whisper, filled with promise. “We'll talk about that later. What do you desire most, Demi? To feel pleasure? To taste danger? Or perhaps both?”

Her heart raced, and she shivered in the cool night air, caught between the three brothers, each representing a different facet of her longing. She was mated to three men that were urban legend.

Of course, that was why they felt different when they met. They were her mates. It suddenly made sense.

“I want to feel every part of who you are,” she breathed, her words soft yet filled with yearning.

Peter stepped closer until their faces were inches apart. “There’s beauty in the dark, Demi. You just have to let it wrap around you,” he murmured. The heat in his voice sent chills down her spine.

With a knowing glance, David faced Gideon. “We should show her the darkness,” he suggested playfully.

Pocketing his reserve, Gideon stepped forward, claiming his place near the female. He cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing across her cheek, sending a wave of warmth flooding through her. “The darkness will reveal the truth of your desires,” he said, slowly leaning in closer.

In that instant, Demetria could feel the gravity between them shift. With Gideon’s gaze locked onto hers, she felt exposed, yet exhilarated, as if the world around them had faded away.

The brothers encircled her, their energy suffocatingly intimate. David drew her in tighter, his playful touches igniting curious sensations with every brush of his fingers. “You aren't afraid of us, are you?” he asked, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips.

“No. I want to feel everything,” she whispered, each heartbeat resonating in the air as she soaked in their proximity.

“Then open yourself to us, Demi,” Peter said softly, his fingers trailing along her arm, igniting every nerve. “We’re here to guide you.”

Gazing around at the three brothers, Demetria felt the tension simmer, an unspoken agreement that bound them together. “I want all of you,” she breathed out, her voice filled with longing.

Without another word, David brushed his lips against hers, igniting a spark that sent her heart racing. The kiss was soft yet insistent, the flavors of magic and mischief dancing between them. As their lips moved together, she felt Gideon’s gaze burning into them, a heady mix of possessiveness and desire coursing through the air.

Peter, unable to hold back, joined them, gently intertwining his fingers with her hair, deepening the kiss until they were a jumble of limbs and warmth. Each brother represented something vital, each kiss a promise of connection and intimacy, no longer mere flirtation but something deeper, yearning to be unleashed.

Gideon watched them with dark intensity; the tension in his body was palpable as he moved close. “To share your desires, you must first trust us,” he murmured, his hand resting on the small of Demetria’s back, steady and reassuring.

“Can you entrust your heart to us?” Peter asked, his voice tender.

“Yes,” she breathed out, closing her eyes as she surrendered to the sensations enveloping her.

They enveloped her in a cocoon of warmth, David’s kisses igniting her senses while Gideon’s deep, rumbling voice kissed her ears. “Let your mind drift away,” he instructed, “and lose yourself in this moment.”

As the three brothers worked in unison to elevate her pleasure, the world blurred around her. Gideon pulled her close, their bodies pressing together as she explored David’s playful energy wrapped around her. Peter held her hand, a silent support as they ventured deeper into intimacy.

In the intimacy of the garden, with the enchanting glow of the flowers surrounding them, they turned her feelings into something tangible. Gideon’s lips captured hers again, claiming her with a slow, deep kiss filled with fierce desire. She melted into him, feeling his passion flow through her.

Their kisses progressed, each brother taking turns to explore her, David’s teasing, Gideon’s intensity, and Peter’s gentleness all combining into a delectable sensation that left her breathless. She felt the heat of their desire wrapping around her, enveloping her in an embrace that was both protective and thrilling.

The garden pulsed with life around them, a tableau of lust and longing illuminated by the moon and enchanted flowers. As their kisses deepened, Demetria felt every part of herself awaken, she was alive in ways she’d never experienced.

Lost in each sensation, she gasped as David’s hands roamed her waist, pulling her closer, while Gideon’s lips traveled along her jawline. Peter pressed gentle kisses along her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her.

“Tell us what you want, baby,” Gideon murmured against her skin, his breath hot and tantalizing.

“I want to feel… everything!” The words escaped her lips in a breathless rush. “I want to lose myself in each of you.”

“Then allow us to show you,” David said, his voice laced with excitement as he pushed her lightly, guiding her to sit against the soft grass.

As they surrounded her, Gideon leaned down, capturing her lips once more with a fervor that made her pulse race. She reveled in the weight of each touch and kiss, her senses buoyed by the heat of their connection.

In the heart of the garden, under the cloak of night and the embrace of darkness, they unraveled one another, a tapestry of flesh and heart intertwined.