As I sit there, catching my breath, I can feel the room shift around us. It isn't just the aftermath of the feeding—the rush of blood leaving my body and the odd sensation that lingers. There's something else in the air, something unspoken yet undeniable.

Nikolai, ever the playful one, is the first to break the silence, though this time his usual teasing tone is replaced with something sharper, more intense—desire, maybe, or curiosity.

"You're a lot stronger than you let on, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice low, almost like a purr as he moves closer. His hand brushes against my arm, fingers lingering in a way that sends a shiver through me. I'm not sure if it's because of the feeding or something else entirely.

Lila sits beside me, her touch gentle as she monitors me with those sharp, careful eyes. But there's something different now—a tension that simmers just beneath the surface, something that makes my pulse quicken even more. Her hand remains on my arm, but the way her fingers brush against my skin feels different, more deliberate.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Lila asks, handing me a bottle of water, her voice barely more than a whisper. But I can hear it—there's more behind her words. Her gaze lingers on me, and I see the flicker of emotion in her eyes—something she's holding back.

"I'm fine," I manage to say, though my voice is quieter than I intend. As I sip the water, the dizziness starts to fade, replaced by a warmth that spreads through me, lingering from the bites. My skin buzzes, my heartbeat races, but I'm not sure if it's because of the feeding or the fact that the three of them are so close, watching me with a kind of intensity I haven't felt before.

Dante stands a little further back, his eyes darker now, the usual control he wields so effortlessly slipping. He doesn't speak, but his gaze is locked on me, like he's weighing something, deciding. There's a heat in his stare, one that makes my breath catch in my throat.

I swallow hard, unsure of what to do next. The tension between us has shifted, and I'm not entirely sure how to handle it. The connection we share is undeniable, but now, sitting here in the aftermath of the feeding, I feel it even more strongly. It's like an electric current in the air, pulling us all closer.

Nikolai's grin widens as he leans in, his hand sliding up my arm, his fingers brushing against my neck where the bite marks still throb faintly. "You're not just fine," he murmurs, his voice dropping lower, more seductive. "You're something else."

The heat in his touch sends a shockwave through me, and I find myself leaning into him, my breath catching in my throat. I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I can't stop myself. The pull between us is too strong.

Lila's hand moves from my arm to my thigh, her touch featherlight but deliberate, her gaze locked on mine. "Olivia," she says softly, her voice laced with something darker, something more intimate. "You don't have to hold back."

I swallow hard, the warmth inside me spreading, making it difficult to think clearly. I can feel their desire—Nikolai's, Lila's, even Dante's—and it's stirring something deep inside me, something I'm not sure I want to resist. The air around us is thick with it, with the unspoken tension that has been building between us.

Dante finally steps closer, his presence overwhelming as he kneels in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing against my cheek, and the simple touch sends a jolt of heat straight through me.

"You've given us strength," he says, his voice low, rough around the edges. "But there's something more between us now, isn't there?"

My heart pounds in my chest, my breath shallow as I look between the three of them. I can't deny it. Whatever has been simmering beneath the surface has finally come to light, and I can feel it pulling us all together, like we're all connected by something more than just blood and survival.

"I…" I start to speak, but my voice trails off, lost in the heat of the moment.

Nikolai's hand slides down my back, his fingers trailing fire in their wake as he leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Sweetheart," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "We all know what this is."

Lila's hand tightens on my thigh, her grip firm but careful, and I can feel the hunger in her touch, the way she's holding herself back. "It's alright, Olivia," she murmurs, her voice almost soothing, but there's an undeniable heat in her words.

Dante's thumb brushes against my bottom lip, his eyes dark with intensity. "Do you want this?" he asks, his voice deep, vibrating through me.

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I nod, the breath catching in my throat as the three of them close in around me. There's no denying it anymore. The air in the room is thick with tension—heated, electric. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat sending warmth radiating through me, pooling in my core. I can feel all of them so close—their presence, their touch—each one drawing me deeper into something I haven't anticipated and can't resist. The connection between us, the heat, the desire—it's real, and I want it just as much as they do.

There's no denying it anymore: I want this.

I want them.

Nikolai leans in first, his breath warm against my skin as he trails his fingers lightly over my wrist where he's bitten me earlier. His grin, that ever-present tease, softens into something darker, more serious. "Let me heal you, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine.

Without waiting for my answer, his tongue flicks over the bite marks, the touch surprisingly gentle. At first, it stings—sharp, like fire spreading through my veins—but as the heat builds, it becomes something else, something deeper. The burn dulls into a strange, almost pleasurable warmth that spreads from my wrist all the way up my arm, making me gasp softly.

My head tips back as the sensation washes over me, but Nikolai isn't done. He licks over the bite again, slower this time, his mouth lingering just a little too long, and I feel my body respond to the intimacy of it, a heat blooming inside me. It isn't just the healing—it's something else entirely.

From the corner of my eye, I see Lila move closer, her eyes dark with the same intensity I feel swirling inside me. She reaches for my other wrist, her fingers brushing my skin lightly, and the look she gives me makes my breath catch. She lowers her head, her lips barely brushing the marks before her tongue slides over the bite, soft and slow. The same sharp burn flares through me, but this time I know what's coming. The sting gives way to warmth, the heat building and spreading like wildfire through my body. Her touch is gentler than Nikolai's, but it still leaves me trembling, the intensity of the moment growing stronger with every second.

I gasp softly, my body tensing, but I don't pull away. There's something undeniable about the way they're touching me, about the way they're healing me, and I want more.

Dante, always steady and controlled, is the last to move closer, his eyes locked on mine as he kneels beside me. His presence is overwhelming in the best way, his gaze dark and intense. He reaches for my neck, his fingers brushing over the marks left behind by the feeding.

"Are you sure you're alright?" he asks, his voice low, rougher than usual.

I nod, my breath coming in shallow gasps. "I'm fine. Just… do it."

Dante's eyes hold mine for a long moment, and then he leans in, his lips grazing my neck where the bite marks throb faintly. His tongue flicks out, slow and deliberate, and the sharp burn that follows nearly makes me cry out. It's like fire, searing through me, but just like before, it quickly gives way to something else—something hot and electric, something that leaves me gasping.

His hand slides to the back of my neck, holding me gently as he continues to lick over the wounds, each stroke of his tongue sending another wave of heat crashing through me. The burn of the healing process is intense, but it only adds to the swirling desire building inside me, making it impossible to think clearly.

I can feel Nikolai's hand on my lower back, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns that leave my skin tingling. Lila's grip on my wrist tightens, her touch lingering even after the wounds have closed. The three of them surround me, their presence, their touch, everything about them consuming me, pulling me deeper into something I can't control.

The heat in the room is unbearable now, not just from the healing but from the tension between us. Every touch, every brush of their lips, every stroke of their tongues sends another jolt of desire rushing through me. I'm dizzy with it, overwhelmed by the intensity of their presence, and I can feel the same heat in them, the same need simmering just beneath the surface.

When Dante finally pulls back, his breath warm against my neck, I'm left trembling, my body buzzing with the aftershocks of the healing and something more. His hand lingers on my neck for a moment longer, his thumb brushing over my pulse as he studies me, his gaze full of something dark and intense.

"You're healed now," he murmurs, his voice rough, almost strained.

But it isn't enough. The heat between us, the tension that's been building—it has to go somewhere, and I can't fight it anymore.

"I want more," I whisper, my voice barely audible but thick with need. I can see the hunger in their eyes, the way their gazes flick between me and each other. The connection between us is undeniable, and I don't want to hold back anymore.

Nikolai chuckles softly, his hand sliding up my back, his breath warm against my ear. "Careful what you ask for, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice dripping with desire. "We might just give you everything you want."

And I'm ready to take it.

Nikolai's breath against my ear sends a wave of heat through me, making my body tremble as his words hang in the air like a promise. My pulse races, the anticipation thick between us, and I can feel the energy in the room shift—charged, electric, and undeniably hot.

"Everything I want?" I breathe, barely able to find my voice. I can't think with the way they're all watching me, their gazes dark and intense, filled with a hunger that matches the burning desire swirling inside me.

Nikolai's hand trails down my back, his touch teasing, setting my skin on fire. "Oh, and believe me sweetheart, we know what you want," he murmurs, his voice low and dripping with heat. His fingers brush against my waist, drawing me closer, and I feel myself leaning into him without hesitation.

Lila shifts beside me, her eyes full of unspoken promise as her hand slides up my thigh. Her touch is light but deliberate, and every inch of me feels like it's burning under her fingers. "You don't have to hold back," she whispers, her voice soft but heavy with desire. "We don't want you to."

I swallow hard, my throat dry, as my gaze flicks between the three of them. Nikolai's smirk, Lila's quiet intensity, and Dante's brooding stare all pull me in, making it impossible to focus on anything else but the heat building inside me. I can't stop myself from wanting this—from wanting them.

Dante steps closer, his hand coming to rest on my chin, tilting my head up until I'm looking straight into his eyes. The intensity in his gaze makes my breath catch, and I can feel the steady thrum of his control slipping, replaced by something rawer, more primal.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, my love," Dante says, his voice low, rough, as he leans down, his lips grazing the corner of my mouth.

His words send a shiver of anticipation racing through me, and I feel my body respond, arching toward him. My breath is shaky, but I'm not afraid. The connection between us—the heat, the tension—it's undeniable, and I'm ready to dive headfirst into it.

"I couldn't stop, even if I wanted to," I whisper, my voice barely audible but filled with certainty.

That's all the invitation they need.