Prologue đź’™
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Xero’s gaze held mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. His hands, large and surprisingly gentle, rested on my waist, grounding me in the moment.
“Look at me, princess,” he urged, his voice a soft command that I found myself unable to resist.
Tears welled up, blurring my vision as I whispered back, “Xero, please… I can’t.”
His thumb brushed away a stray tear, a tender gesture that contrasted with the firmness of his hold.
“Of course you can, baby. Just look at Xero and say it. Tell us how much you love each of us, how much you crave our touch, our love,” Austin’s voice, vibrated against my ear, sending a cascade of goosebumps over my skin.
I leaned into Austin's solid chest, my body quivering like a leaf in the wind, seeking solace in his warmth. His grip on my shoulders was a soft anchor in the storm of my emotions.
Xero’s smile was gentle, and the soft kiss he placed on my forehead was a silent promise of comfort. Yet, the words remained trapped in my throat, a confession too raw, too vulnerable to voice.
“But I can’t, Austin, please… I can’t do it,” I pleaded, the internal battle spilling into my plea.
“Why? Don't you want us too?"
Zach’s question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotion. His eyes, intense and searching, were locked onto mine, seeking an answer I wasn’t sure I had.
Cole’s voice sliced through the silence, his tone sharp yet not unkind, “Sweetheart, don’t overthink it. We can wait. But never forget, you’re ours. We don’t share. You belong to us, just the six of us, understand?”
His words were a command, yet they held an undercurrent of reassurance, a promise that they were here for me, and only me.
Brian’s voice followed, echoing his twin’s resolve. “Listen carefully and remember.” Each word he spoke was deliberate, a cadence that resonated with the gravity of their collective vow.
My eyes found Caleb, the silent sentinel among them. His gaze was a steady beacon, and I found myself anchored by it, waiting for him to impart his piece of our shared truth.
Finally, he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of his conviction. “You are ours, Arachnea. Ours to love, to cherish, and to be with in every way that matters.”
The affirmation of their claim was both daunting and exhilarating. I was theirs, a fact that was both a balm and a blaze, soothing my fears and igniting a fire within me.
This is a reverse harem, which means, a romance story that involves multiple love interests of 3 or more men with one woman.
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Mary Joye.
- Writer
