The Edge Of Surrender

Chapter 11

I woke up fully rested, a soft smile curving my lips as I stretched on the plush bed, the luxurious duvet caressing my bare skin. A contented sigh escaped me, and for a moment, the events of last night played on repeat in my mind. No matter how insane or twisted the situation had been, I didn’t care. I had loved every second of it.

Determined to find them, I pushed off the bed, slipping into the first shirt I spotted discarded on the floor. Its familiar scent wrapped around me, a reminder of their presence. With nothing underneath, I knew it didn’t matter. They had already seen me as I was, vulnerable and unguarded. Now, I wanted more.

My bare feet slapped against the cool wooden floor as I descended the stairs in search of them. The living room was empty, but the kitchen drew me in with the smell of something savory. Leaning against the sleek black dining table, I found him—Damon. His muscular back flexed as he stood shirtless by the stove, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants. The smell of the omelet he was making filled the air, but it wasn’t just the food that made my stomach flutter.

He turned slowly, sipping from a cup of coffee, his smirk devilish. His eyes darkened as they trailed over me, lingering on the hem of the shirt I wore. It barely reached mid-thigh, leaving my legs exposed. The way he watched me made me feel like the most desirable woman alive like I was the only thing that mattered in his world.

“Good morning,” I greeted him, my voice sultry as I sauntered toward him, the tension between us thick.

“Morning,” he rasped, setting the cup down before pulling me flush against his body. His mouth crashed onto mine, stealing my breath and igniting something wild inside me. I moaned as the taste of coffee mingled with his kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.

In a swift motion, he lifted me onto the counter, his hand fisting in my messy hair, jerking my head back as his teeth grazed my neck. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he growled, his words a promise of what was to come, just as his sharp bite sent shivers down my spine.

Before I could respond, a familiar voice interrupted us.

“We’re going to need to talk.”

Adrian’s presence commanded the room as he placed his gym bag down, his intense gaze locking onto me as he strode forward. He pulled me into his arms, inhaling deeply as his lips brushed my hair. “You smell incredible,” he murmured against my forehead, pressing a gentle kiss there.

I flushed, my body reacting to the closeness of both men. Damon shot his brother a look but returned to his task, preparing breakfast like the domestic scene wasn’t laced with dangerous, electric tension.

Lucian appeared next, his entrance silent, though his eyes spoke volumes. He glanced between Damon and Adrian, a secret exchange passing between the brothers before he offered me a smile. “You started without me?” His voice held a teasing edge as he approached, his lips finding my neck, kissing the spot that made me tremble.

“Let’s eat,” Damon suggested, breaking the heat-filled moment, though his eyes promised we weren’t done. He placed plates on the table, the smell of the omelets wafting through the room. Adrian grabbed the coffee pot, while Lucian poured juice from the fridge.

I took a bite, moaning in appreciation of the delicious flavors, though the simmering tension between us never faded. The three of them devoured their food with an almost primal hunger and the way they looked at me while they ate sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back my question any longer. “Why did you pretend to be the same person?”

The room went still as the three exchanged another look, a silent conversation passing between them. Damon leaned back in his chair, eyes dark and serious. “Where do you want us to start?”