Nikolai is the first to move, his hands sliding to my waist as he pulls me closer to him. His lips find my neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin where they had bitten me earlier. Each touch of his mouth sends waves of heat through me, making it impossible to think about anything but how badly I want this. Want him.

Lila's hand slides up my thigh, her fingers curling possessively into my skin. She doesn't rush. Her movements are deliberate, controlled, like she's already decided how far this will go—how far I will let her take me.

And I want to follow her wherever that is.

"You're beautiful like this," she whispers, her voice dripping with desire. "So open. So ready."

Her words make my body respond in ways I can't control, my skin burning under her touch. She shifts closer, her lips finding my jaw as she kisses her way down to my neck, her breath warm against me. The sensation is overwhelming, the pull between us growing stronger with each passing second.

Dante's hand remains on my chin, holding me in place as he leans down, his lips brushing against mine but not quite kissing me. His breath is warm, teasing, as his thumb strokes my jawline. "Do you want this?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper, but the weight of the question hangs heavily between us.

I nod, my heart racing, my body buzzing with anticipation. "Yes," I breathe out.

That's all it takes. Dante's lips crash into mine with a hunger that leaves me breathless. His kiss is rough, demanding, and I melt into him, my hands clutching at his shirt as the intensity of the moment consumes me. His hand moves to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as the kiss deepens, the heat between us growing hotter, more urgent.

Nikolai's mouth moves lower, his kisses trailing down my neck to my collarbone, his hands tightening around my waist as he pulls me against him. I can feel his breath, hot against my skin, and the sensation makes me shiver, my body arching toward him as his hands roam over my back.

Lila's lips move along my throat, her fingers pressing against my thigh as her other hand slips beneath my shirt, her touch burning against my skin. She moves slowly, deliberately, her fingers teasing as she traces the lines of my breast, sending shockwaves of heat through me with every brush of her hand.

The three of them surround me, their hands, their lips, their heat—it's overwhelming, but I don't want them to stop. I can't get enough of the way they touch me, the way they make me feel. Every nerve in my body is alive, humming with the intensity of the moment, and I want more. So much more.

Dante breaks the kiss, his breath heavy as he looks down at me, his eyes dark and filled with desire. "You have to tell us if you want us to stop," he promises, his voice rough, intense.

His words send a shiver through me, but in this moment, I can't imagine that even crossing my mind. I know there is no stopping now. I want this—want them—more than I've ever wanted anything. The connection between us, the heat, the desire—it's too strong, too powerful to resist.

"Don't stop," I whisper, my voice breathless, full of need.

Nikolai's laughter rumbles against my skin, low and seductive, as his hands slide lower, gripping my hips. "That's what I like to hear," he murmurs, his lips grazing my ear.

Lila's fingers trace my spine, her breath hot against my throat. "We're just getting started."

And as their touches grow bolder, hotter, the heat between us swirls into something more. Something dangerous. Something intoxicating. Something I'm ready to drown in.

The air between us has become molten, thick with desire that makes it hard to breathe, let alone think. Every inch of my skin is alive, buzzing under their touch, my body responding to the heat they radiate, the electricity that sparks between us. I'm lost in it, completely at their mercy, and I don't want to be anywhere else.

Dante's hand slides from my neck down to my waist, his grip firm as he pulls me closer, his body pressing against mine. His lips find mine again, but this time, the kiss is slower, deeper, filled with a hunger that leaves me gasping. His free hand cups the side of my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek as he kisses me like he's claiming me, like he can't get enough.

Nikolai's hands are everywhere—tracing the curve of my hips, sliding up my back, teasing the hem of my shirt. My skin is on fire under his touch, but it's more than desire. It's a reminder that I am not alone, not anymore.

That this—this surrender—is mine to give. Mine to control.

His lips leave a trail of fire in their wake, each touch of his mouth sending shivers down my spine. He chuckles softly, a low, seductive sound that makes my heart race. "You taste so good," he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot and teasing. "I could devour you."

The way he says it, with such raw desire, makes my legs weak. My body leans against him, instinctively seeking out his touch, needing more of the heat he stirs within me.

And then there's Lila. She moves with such quiet grace, her hands gentle but sure as they slide up my thighs, her touch deliberate as she explores the contours of my body. Her fingers trace the edge of my waistband, teasing the fabric as she leans in, her breath warm against my ear. "You're trembling," she whispers, her voice soft but laced with desire. "I can feel how much you want this."

Her words send a shockwave of heat through me, and I can't deny it. I do want this—want them. I've never felt such a pull, such raw need before. It consumes me, and I'm helpless against it.

Dante's hands tighten around my waist, his lips trailing from my mouth to my jaw, then lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat. His breath is ragged, his touch more demanding now, and I can feel the tension building between us, the fire growing hotter with every second. "Tell me what you want, Olivia," he murmurs, his voice rough, barely controlled. "Tell us."

I can't think straight, my mind clouded with the overwhelming sensation of their touch, their lips, their hands all over me. But I know what I want. I want more. I want all of them.

"Don't stop," I breathe, my voice shaky with need. "Please… don't stop."

Nikolai's laughter rumbles against my skin, and I feel his hands slide under my shirt, his fingers cool against the heat of my skin. "She's begging now," he teases, his lips brushing the back of my neck as his hands roam higher. "I like it."

Lila's fingers trace the line of my jaw, her gaze intense as she tilts my head toward her. "You don't have to beg yet," she says softly, her lips hovering just inches from mine. "You're such a good girl."

Yet. The word sends heat directly to my core.

And then she kisses me.

It's soft at first, gentle, her lips warm against mine. But as my body responds, as I melt into her touch, the kiss deepens, her hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck as her tongue teases the seam of my lips. The taste of her, the softness of her lips—it's intoxicating, and I find myself clinging to her, needing more, needing everything. I part my lips, inviting her in, and she immediately takes what I give.

Nikolai's hands are bolder now, sliding up my sides, his fingers brushing the curve of my breasts as his lips continue their assault on my neck. He nips at my skin, his fangs grazing just enough to make me gasp, my body arching back into him as a wave of heat washes over me.

Dante is still in front of me, his hands never leaving my body, his touch steady and sure as he kisses his way down my throat, his lips lingering on every inch of skin he touches. His fingers grip my waist, holding me steady as the three of them surround me, their bodies pressed against mine, their heat overwhelming.

"I can't… I can't think," I gasp, my head spinning as the pleasure builds inside me, threatening to consume me whole.

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"You don't need to think," Lila murmurs against my lips, her breath warm, her voice rough with desire. "Just feel."

And that's exactly what I do.

My thoughts slip away, like sand between my fingers. But it's not frightening anymore—it's freeing. With them, I don't need to think, don't need to control.

I just need to feel.

I let myself get lost in the heat, in the overwhelming sensation of their touch, their kisses, their hands exploring every inch of me. I'm surrounded by them, consumed by their desire, and I want nothing more than to lose myself completely in the fire they've ignited within me.

Nikolai's hands slide lower, teasing the waistband of my pants as he kisses the back of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "Let me make you feel good," he whispers, his voice dark and full of promise.

Lila's fingers trace a slow path down my chest, her lips trailing after them as she kisses her way down my throat, leaving a trail of fire in her wake. "We want to take care of you," she murmurs, her voice a soft purr. "All of us."

Dante's grip on my waist tightens, his body pressed firmly against mine as his lips find mine again, kissing me deeply, hungrily. His hand slides to my hip, his fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp against his mouth.

"Let go, Olivia," he whispers against my skin, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below my ear. "We've got you."

"Yes, please," I manage to squeak out.

I let go of everything—the fear, the doubt, the need to hold back. I let myself drown in the heat of their touch, in the overwhelming desire that has been building between us from the moment I met them. There's no turning back now, and I don't want to.

All I want is them.

The room buzzes with heat and tension, the air thick with desire as I let myself go, completely lost in the moment, in the overwhelming presence of the three vampires surrounding me. But it's Lila's eyes that catch mine, her gaze intense and steady, the calm at the center of the storm.

She isn't just watching me—she's in control, her quiet authority radiating through the room in a way that makes my breath catch. It's a shift I hadn't noticed before, but now that I see it, it's undeniable. Lila is the one guiding this moment, even with Dante and Nikolai so close, their touches so heated.

Lila's lips curl into a slow, seductive smile, her fingers brushing against my cheek before she tilts my head back gently. "Relax," she whispers, her voice dripping with command and desire. "Let us take care of you."

Her eyes burn with that same intensity, dark and possessive, and the way she looks at me sends a shiver down my spine. My body responds before my mind has time to catch up, my breath coming out in shallow gasps as I nod, surrendering completely to her.

Lila's hands trail down my neck, her fingers grazing the skin in such a delicate way that it feels like fire. She steps back slightly, her eyes roaming over me with a hunger that makes my pulse race. "I want to watch you," she says softly, her voice almost a purr. "I want to see how much you can take."

Her words send a rush of heat through me, my skin tingling under her gaze. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but the way she looks at me makes it impossible to resist. I want to give her everything, to let her see every part of me—every reaction, every gasp of pleasure.

Nikolai, ever the tease, slides his hands down my sides with a deliberate slowness that makes my breath catch. His lips brush against my ear, his voice low and playful. "I suppose you can tell Lila's in control here," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. "I'm going to bet she wants to watch you squirm."

His fingers slip beneath the hem of my shirt, tugging it up and over my head in one swift motion. The air hits my skin, cool against the heat that's built inside me, and I let out a moan as Nikolai's fingers meet the hard peaks of my breasts.

Lila's eyes never leave me, her gaze smoldering as she watches Nikolai with a kind of quiet satisfaction. "Slowly," she murmurs, her voice filled with that same quiet authority. "I want to enjoy this." Nikolai complies with no arguments. His hands steal the heat from my sensitive parts and roam over my bare skin, teasing, exploring. His lips follow the path of his hands, brushing over my collarbone, my shoulders, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Dante's hands, steady and sure, slide up my back, his fingers tracing the lines of my spine. His breath is hot against my neck, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin there before he kisses me again, harder this time, more demanding.

The feeling of both of them on me—Nikolai's playful touch and Dante's more forceful presence—is overwhelming, but it's Lila's gaze, her control, that keeps me grounded. Her eyes darken with every movement, every sound I make, and I can feel her desire radiating through the room.

Nikolai's lips brush over my stomach, his hands sliding lower as he teases the waistband of my pants, pulling them down slowly, deliberately. Every movement is calculated, every touch meant to elicit a reaction, and my body responds without hesitation, arching toward him as a soft moan escapes my lips.

Lila's smile widens as she watches me, her fingers tapping lightly against her lips. "Good girl," she purrs, her voice like silk. "You're doing so well."

Her praise sends a rush of heat through me, and I feel my cheeks flush under her gaze. I want more—I want to be the center of her attention, to give her everything she asks for. And with every second that passes, that need grows stronger.

Dante drops down onto the couch beside me, snatching me around my waist, and pulling me into his lap. I yelp in surprise. His hands slide to my hips, his grip firm as he pulls me against him. I can feel his arousal against my backside, hard and unabashed. "Look at her," he murmurs, his voice low as his gaze flicks toward Lila. "She's perfect for you."

Lila's eyes gleam with satisfaction as she steps closer, her hand cupping my chin as she tilts my head up to meet her gaze. "She is," Lila agrees, her voice soft but full of command. "And she's going to give us everything, aren't you?"

I nod, breathless under the weight of her words, the heat of the moment making it impossible to form a coherent response. All I can do is let them take me, let them guide me through the haze of desire that surrounds us.

Nikolai's hands continue their work, sliding up my thighs, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin as he kisses his way lower. His lips brush over the inside of my thigh in a way that makes me shiver and I let out a breathy moan. I can feel his breath hot against me, the anticipation building until it's nearly unbearable.

Dante presses his chest against my back, his hand sliding into my hair, maneuvering my mouth towards his, as he kisses me again, rougher this time, more possessive. His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling my head back slightly as he deepens the kiss, his other hand gripping my waist with a hunger that leaves me breathless.

But it's Lila's presence, her control, that holds everything together. She steps back slightly, her eyes never leaving me, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she watches them worship my body, her own desire reflected in the way she looks at me.

"I want to hear her," Lila says, her voice soft but commanding. "I wish to hear every sound she makes."

Her words send a shiver down my spine, and when Nikolai's lips brush against me again, I can't hold back the moan that escapes my lips. The heat inside me is building, the sensation of their touch, their kisses, everything driving me closer to the edge. And with Lila's eyes on me, her quiet command urging me forward, I know there's no going back. I'm theirs, completely.

The room seems to pulse with heat, the tension between us growing with every breath. My body is on fire, every touch, every whisper from them sending waves of pleasure that cloud my thoughts, making it impossible to focus on anything but the sensation. Lila's gaze holds me in place, like she's orchestrating every movement, every flick of their fingers, every brush of their lips.

Nikolai's mouth continues its slow, deliberate descent, his lips grazing my inner thighs, teasing and playful. His hands hold me steady, fingers pressing into my skin as he kisses his way closer to where I ache the most, but never quite getting there, keeping me on the edge, trembling with need. I wiggle my hips, trying to make contact, but Dante grips me harder, holding me still.

"Patience, sweetheart," Nikolai murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.

A shiver runs down my spine at his words, my legs shaking as he keeps me waiting, the heat between us building to unbearable levels. My hands clutch at anything, finding no purchase, the sensation of their combined touch overwhelming. I can feel Dante's body pressing against mine, his chest warm and solid at my back, grounding me even as I feel like I might float away with how intense it all is.

Lila steps forward, her fingers grazing over my cheek before trailing down to my throat, her touch light but deliberate, her gaze still locked onto mine. Her control over me is undeniable, her presence the anchor holding everything together, making me crave more of her dominance. "Tell me what you need, Olivia," she whispers, her voice silky, commanding.

My breath hitches, and I feel a flush rise to my cheeks. "I—" My voice comes out as a shaky whisper, my body trembling with the weight of their attention. "I need… more."

Lila's smile widens, satisfied and full of promise. She leans in closer, her lips barely brushing mine as she speaks. "Beg for it."

Her words send a shock of heat through me, and I can feel the tension coil tighter inside me, the need to give in to her, to let her hear me surrender. I swallow hard, my heart racing. "Please," I whisper, my voice shaky but filled with desperate need. "Please, I need more. Don't stop. Please."

Dante's grip tightens on my waist, his breath hot against my neck as he growls softly, his lips brushing my skin. "Good girl," he murmurs, his voice low, rough. "You're doing so well."

Nikolai chuckles against my thigh, his lips brushing teasingly close to where I ache for him the most. "I like hearing you beg, sweetheart," he purrs, his voice full of playful seduction. "But I think you can be a little louder."

Lila's fingers tighten around my throat, just enough to make my breath catch, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Do as he says, Olivia. Let me hear you."

My body responds before my mind can catch up, a soft, desperate moan escaping my lips as I arch toward them, the overwhelming heat inside me threatening to spill over.

"Please," I gasp, my voice louder now, more desperate. "I need you—all of you." It isn't just their touch I crave. It's the way I belong here, with them. The way this connection holds me steady in a world that's spun out of control.

Lila's lips curl into a wicked smile, her fingers tracing the curve of my throat before releasing me, her hand trailing down to rest lightly on my chest. "Good girl," she whispers, her voice full of approval. "Now, let's give you what you want."

With that, Nikolai's mouth finally finds me, his tongue teasing and slow as he begins to taste me, his touch driving me wild. I cry out, my body arching against him as the pleasure surges through me, my fingers clutching at his hair as the intensity of the moment overwhelms me.

Dante's hand slides down my body, his fingers joining Nikolai's teasing touches as he works in sync with him, both of them building the heat inside me to unbearable levels. The combined sensation of Dante's touch and Nikolai's mouth on me sends me spiraling closer to the edge, and I can feel my control slipping with every second.

Lila stands back slightly, watching me with dark, heated eyes, her fingers tracing slow patterns over my skin as she leans down, her lips ghosting over mine. "I love watching you like this," she murmurs, her voice soft, but full of desire. "So beautiful."

Her words push me further, and I can feel myself unraveling, my body trembling with need. My breath comes in shallow gasps, and I can feel the pleasure building to a point where I'm not sure I can hold on any longer.

Nikolai's tongue moves faster now, more deliberate, and I can feel the heat inside me building to a breaking point. My body arches against him, and I can't hold back the soft cries escaping my lips, my entire being consumed by the pleasure they're giving me.

Lila's hand slides down to my breast, her touch gentle but commanding. Her fingers press into me, demanding not just my pleasure but my surrender. "Cum for us," she whispers, her voice dark, full of promise.

Her words are more than an order—they're a vow, a reminder that I am theirs.

I know I've never wanted anything more than to belong to them.

And with those words, the tension inside me finally snaps. The pleasure hits me in waves, crashing over me as I cry out, my body trembling uncontrollably under their touch. I can feel everything—Nikolai's mouth on me, Dante's hands, Lila's gaze holding me in place—and it's overwhelming in the best way possible.

I collapse back against Dante's chest, gasping for breath as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through me, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all. They surround me, holding me, grounding me as I come down from the high, their touches gentle but still filled with heat.

Lila leans down, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers, "I want you to be ours, Olivia."

And I know I am. I've become theirs —but in this moment, I've also become something more than I ever thought possible.