Unlawful Shadows | +18

Chapter 27

Elowen's POV

What have I gotten myself into?

The atmosphere was thick with tension as I sat on Zander's lap, the heat radiating between us palpable. Surrounded by the brothers, my heart raced, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me. Lysander lounged casually on the couch, a sly smile playing on his lips, while Zephyr stood tall and imposing nearby, an air of predatory confidence about him.

"Look at you, darling. Already so flustered, and we've barely started," said Lysander, a smug smirk on his lips. 

"W-what are you going to do?" I asked, my voice wavering.

"Why don't you let us show you?" Zephyr stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He moved closer, invading my personal space, and whispered in my ear, "You remember how much fun we had last time, don't you? The way you melted under our touch..."

A shiver ran down my spine at his words, and I fought to steady my breathing, recalling the heated moments we had shared before. "I—"

Before I could finish, Zephyr leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against my neck. "You were so responsive, so eager to please," he taunted, his breath warm against my skin. "I wonder how you'll react this time."

Zander's hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "I think we should find out, don't you?" he added, his voice thick with desire. "Let's see just how needy you can get."

The three of them surrounded me, creating a whirlwind of sensations that left me feeling dizzy with longing. Zander's grip was firm yet tender, while Zephyr's teasing words sent my mind racing. I could feel the tension rising, my body responding instinctively to their closeness.

"You're looking a little flustered, Elowen," Lysander remarked, amusement evident in his tone. "What's wrong? Can't handle a little attention?"

"I can handle it!" I retorted, but the tremor in my voice betrayed my bravado. The truth was, I was struggling to maintain my composure under their teasing onslaught.

"Are you sure?" Zander's fingers danced along my thigh, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me. "Because you seem a bit overwhelmed right now."

"Maybe she likes it," Zephyr mused, his gaze fixed on me with a predatory intensity. "I think our little princess is enjoying being the center of our attention."

I squirmed on Zander's lap, feeling both exposed and exhilarated. "S-stop it," I pleaded, though my heart raced at their teasing.

"But you're so cute when you're flustered," Zander said, his tone light but filled with smoldering intensity. "We can't help but want to push your buttons."

Zephyr took a step closer, invading my space even further, his breath ghosting against my ear. "I love seeing you like this, Elowen. So vulnerable and begging for more. It drives me wild," he murmured, his voice dripping with seduction.

My breath hitched as Zephyr's fingertips grazed my arm, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't contain. "I'm not begging!" I protested, but my body betrayed me, craving their touch and attention.

"Not yet, at least," Lysander interjected, a sly grin spreading across his face. "But we can change that."

The tension in the room grew thicker, and my heart raced as I felt the heat of their combined attention. The teasing escalated, each brother taking turns to push my buttons, their playful banter heightening my frustration and desire.

"Let's see how long you can last without begging us," Zephyr challenged, his voice low and commanding.

Zander's hands roamed over my waist, pulling me closer as he pressed soft kisses along my shoulder. "Just a little more teasing, princess. We want to see how far we can take this," he murmured.