Elite by Maclaw

Chapter 7

**HECTOR'S POV

Fraya lay sprawled across the bed, her alabaster skin glowing beneath the soft light filtering through the curtains. The room felt warmer, the air thick with the scent of sweat and skin. She shifted, her eyes glistening like molten gold as they fixed on me, full of unspoken desire. Her lips parted into a languid smile, and she beckoned me closer, one graceful hand trailing along her stomach.

I hesitated for a moment, the heat of anticipation crawling up my spine. But then Lucas moved from behind her, his broad shoulders casting shadows across her curves. His muscular chest, marked with the pulse of veins, pressed against her back. His touch was firm, but tender, as his hands caressed her hips, fingers dipping to explore the softness of her skin.

She sighed-a soft, sensual sound that seemed to echo in the small room. Her eyes never left mine as Lucas kissed the nape of her neck, his lips lingering there before trailing lower, pressing against her shoulder. She twisted beneath his touch, urging him further with a breathy moan. But her gaze remained locked on me, and with one slow, deliberate motion, she reached for my hand.

I stepped forward, the air around us feeling charged, electric. As I lowered myself beside her, I caught Lucas's eye

—his expression was filled with the same need I felt. She guided my hand to her chest, while Lucas's mouth descended, brushing her collarbone.

The warmth of her skin, the rise and fall of her chest, it all made my pulse quicken. I leaned down, brushing my lips across her throat as she arched against me.

Her hand then drifted across the sheets, finding Lucas's neck, gently pulling him closer. She turned her head slightly, murmuring something soft, unintelligible, but full of hunger.

As her fingers slipped lower, she urged both of us closer. Lucas's eyes flicked towards mine as her lips pressed against his, softly at first, then with growing intensity. She pulled away, her eyes full of expectation, pushing both of us together.

In that heated moment, everything felt blurred-Lucas's mouth found mine, our breaths mingling with hers. The taste of her skin lingered between us, binding us tighter in the haze of passion.

My hand moved along her thigh as Lucas's fingers intertwined with mine, both of us guided by her touch, her whispers.
We shared her, the three of us entwined in an unspoken connection that left no space for thought, only sensation....

_But then, suddenly, Fraya's breath grew shallow, her body stilling beneath his touch. A darkness began to creep in around the edges of his vision, and as he watched her, she began to fade—her skin, her breath, her warmth—all slipping away into nothingness.

"No... come back," Hector whispered, his voice hoarse with desperation. "Fraya... come back..." But she was already gone, swallowed up by the growing darkness.

He woke with a violent jolt, his body drenched in sweat, heart pounding in his chest. The sheets clung to his skin as though they'd fused to him in the heat of the nightmare. He blinked rapidly, trying to shake the remnants of the dream, only to hear a voice cut through the haze.

"You're dreaming again," a soft voice spoke. It was Mervel, standing at the edge of his bed. Her silhouette was bathed in the soft light filtering through the window. She crossed the room with quiet grace, helping him into a robe, her hands brushing his skin as she covered him up.

"How long have I been asleep?" Hector asked, his voice barely above a whisper, still weighed down by the remnants of his dream.
"It's midday," she said softly.

And just like that, he broke. His body trembled, and all the strength that held him together shattered in an instant. Tears streamed down his face as the full weight of his dream crashed over him.