The Edge Of Surrender

Chapter 10

Three identical men stood in the middle of the room, each one more devastatingly handsome than the last. The air thickened with their presence, turning the spacious bedroom into an intimate, electrified cage. Their mixed scents—dark, musky, intoxicating—overwhelmed my senses, pulling me under as I tried to brace myself for the inevitable.

Damon lounged on the couch, his piercing eyes never leaving mine, a slow burn simmering in their depths. Adrian, the one from the initiation, leaned against the doorframe, his gaze heavy with a brooding intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Lucian, the man from earlier today, sat casually on the other end of the couch, his posture relaxed, but his eyes hinted at something dangerous and wild.

The silence was suffocating, thick with tension and unspoken desires. I exhaled slowly, trying to regain my composure. "I think introductions are in order," I said, my voice tinged with playful defiance despite the rapid thudding of my heart. "After all, most of you have seen me naked—it’s only fair that I know your names."

Damon’s lips curled into a smirk as his brothers exchanged amused glances. They moved toward me in unison, their strides slow and deliberate, like predators circling their prey. My breath caught in my throat as Damon grabbed my ankle, yanking me down onto the bed with a swift, smooth motion. A startled gasp escaped my lips, and before I could fully register what was happening, they were all around me, their towering forms casting shadows over my trembling body.

"I told you my name last night," Damon purred, his voice dripping with dark promise. "Surely you haven’t confused me for one of my brothers."

He gestured to the man on his right. "This is Adrian. You remember him from the woods, don’t you? He’s the one who enjoyed the chase, watching you run, scared and aroused."

Adrian’s expression was serious as he climbed onto the bed, his hand tracing the exposed skin of my chest, his touch feather-light yet electrifying.

"And this," Damon continued, nodding toward the other man, "is Lucian. He’s the one who texted us earlier, bragging about how he had his tongue inside you just hours ago." Damon’s voice was teasing, but there was an edge to it, a simmering tension that made my pulse race.

Lucian’s gaze locked onto mine, the restraint evident in the way his muscles tensed. He settled beside me, his fingers itching to touch me again, to claim what he’d started earlier.

I studied them closely, noting the subtle differences that set them apart. Adrian’s hair was slightly lighter, Lucian the most muscular, and Damon had the sharpest features, his nose more defined. But it was their eyes that truly distinguished them—each pair a different shade, each gaze a different intensity.

Adrian’s eyes darkened as they fell on my lacy black panties, his hand tracing a slow, deliberate path down my abdomen, stopping just shy of my most sensitive spot. "Looks like I’m the only one who hasn’t had a taste," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

But as he moved to claim what he wanted, I pushed him back with my leg, my foot resting on his shoulder. The three of them exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between them, and I couldn’t help but scoff.

"You three aren’t the only ones who can play games," I said, sitting up, only to find myself in Lucian’s lap. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest as he traced patterns on my skin. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down my spine.

Adrian cleared his throat, his expression shifting to something almost apologetic. "You were different," he began, his voice soft, almost reverent. "Beautiful, full of life... and there was something in your eyes—a darkness that called to us. We didn’t want to scare you off, so we took our time, hoping to ease you into it."