Every small shift, every breath, every sound. What made her flinch, what made her melt, what pulled something deeper out of her. I chased those responses, pushing her further while keeping her from slipping back into that frantic, unsteady edge.
It didn’t take long before Rack matched me without a word.
The two of us fell into it, timing aligning, movements syncing like we’d done this a hundred times before. The realization hit somewhere in the back of my mind, sharp and unwanted.
Of course we worked well together. We always had. That didn’t mean we were supposed to share.
Then why does this not seem so bad?
The thought scraped hard against something instinctual, something possessive inside of me, but I didn't have time for introspection. I wasn't about to break rhythm or let my thoughts stop me.
In fact, I wanted to do more, prove myself more.
The short, breathless moans in my ear brought me back to here, and I bit down on her neck, pulling at her vein, not wanting this to ever stop.
Rack and I pistoned in and out of her like our life depended on it, and Via’s whole body tightens like a bowstring being drawn. My fingers stretched around her ass, pushing two fingers in and holding her in place as we pounded into her.
The all-consuming cry erupted from Via, her pussy clamping down so hard on my dick I roared out. The second her cum covered my cock, my release followed, escaping out the sides as the pleasure drained right out of me.
Rack continued to pump his cock in and out, and his moan filled the room right after mine as his cum spilled out, spraying against both my cock and her pussy, making a complete mess out of all of us.
For a few seconds, everything blurred. Movement slowed as our breaths staggered, the only sound left in the room.
The tension that had been driving her finally eased, her body going softer, heavier in my hold as the sharp edge of it all faded.
She folded in on herself after that, settling against me, her breathing evening out little by little. Within moments, her weight shifted completely. No more tension, no more strain, she was asleep.
I stayed still for a second, letting it settle. Letting myself feel it.
Via was safe, alive, and completely satisfied, which meant the rest of her change would happen in her sleep.
Then I opened my eyes and met Rack’s.
The moment snapped. Reality pushed back in, heavy and immediate.
She wasn’t mine. Never was.
The faint echo of her pulse still lingered, and something deeper threaded through me now, a connection I couldn’t ignore no matter how much I might want to.
I moved carefully, easing her down onto the mattress then adjusting her so she rested comfortably. She curled into my pillow, taking a big sniff before falling back asleep. My heart tugged.
Pulling the comforter free so she wouldn’t be left in the aftermath of everything we’d done, I rolled it up and found another blanket. I was about to put on her when I saw Rack was already there, a warm cloth in his hand. Focused. Careful.
He didn’t rush. Didn’t fumble. Just moved with quiet precision, cleaning her up, making sure she was comfortable, safe, like it was the only thing that mattered.
I watched for a second longer than I should have, then I stepped back.
This was his.Shewas his. My part in this was done.
My grip briefly tightened around the blanket before I forced myself to let go. Without another word, I turned and left the room as fast as I could manage.
Only then did it finally hit. My heart had been torn in pieces for the second time in my life, and this time, I had no choice but to grin and bear it.
15
OLIVIA
Something soft shifted beneath my fingertips, the surface warm and yielding in a way that didn’t quite make sense. My cheek was pressed into it, and the scent was faintly human, something warmth, something alive. For a second, my mind tried to make sense of it, grasping at something dreamlike.
