Rhett growled deeper, loving the pushback, his claws digging into the gym mat as he resisted, the locked doors and empty gym amplifying the forbidden thrill—like we were stealing this moment in a space not meant for it. "Fight me, princess," he rasped, eyes fully wolf-gold now. "Show me what that power feels like."
I bucked my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist and using the momentum to roll us again, pinninghimbeneath me this time. My hands pressed his shoulders down, magic humming under my skin, grounding his feral energy—drawing the wild storm from him into me, stabilizing it like a circuit breaker taming lightning. He bucked up, testing me, but I held firm, riding the edge of dominance, my body grinding down against the hard length straining his shorts.
"Perfect," Lucien said.
I looked up. He didn't offer to help me up. Instead, he knelt, his hand sliding up my thigh, his grip bruising.
"The power suits you, Lina," Lucien murmured. "It makes you shine."
"We should..." I tried to think, but Kai was there too, locking the gym doors with a wave of his hand. Vines twisted around the handles, sealing us in.
"No escaping," Kai said, his golden eyes dark with a predator's focus. He walked over, stripping off his shirt. "You started this fight, Lina. Now you have to finish it."
The air in the gym changed. It wasn't about training anymore. It was thick with adrenaline and magic. The ozonesmell of my blast mixed with the musk of three aroused, powerful males. The secrecy of the locked doors, the echo of our breaths off the high ceilings, made every touch feel stolen, urgent.
Rhett prioritized action over words. He ripped my tank top down the middle, claws shredding fabric with controlled ferocity.
"Hey!" I protested weakly, but I arched into it, high on the power rush. "I liked that shirt."
"I'll buy you a store," he muttered, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that tasted like trouble.
It wasn't sweet. It was rough, frantic. A release of all the tension we’d been holding back for weeks. The fear of Marrow, the stress of the training, the constant pressure to survive—it all exploded into desire. His claws raked lightly down my sides, not breaking skin but marking territory, while I ground down harder, drawing his wolfish storm into me, grounding it until his growls turned to groans of surrender beneath my control.
Lucien pulled my leggings down, his cool hands a shock against my overheated skin. "You need to ground," he whispered against my ear. "You're vibrating."
"Help me," I begged, still pinning Rhett, testing how far I could push before his wolf snapped back.
"Gladly."
He didn't wait. He lifted my hips and entered me with a single, smooth thrust.
I screamed, the sound echoing in the empty gym. It was too much sensation—Rhett’s mouth on mine, Lucien inside me, the hard gym mats beneath my back, the locked doors sealing our raw intensity.
"Take it," Rhett growled, pulling back to look at me. His pupils were blown wide, claws flexing against the mat. "Take everything."
Kai was at my head, his fingers tangled in my hair, anchoring me. "Look at me, Lina."
I looked up into his golden eyes. They were glowing.
"You are powerful," he said fiercely. "You are not a victim. You are a queen."
He kissed me, stealing the breath from my lungs.
The friction, the heat, the magic—it built a pressure in my chest that rivaled the blast I’d just thrown. But this time, I didn't push it away. I pulled it in—grounding Rhett’s primal wolf energy, channeling it through me as I rode the wave of dominance, my body dictating the rhythm now.
I felt Rhett’s hand slide between us, finding my clit. His touch was rough, calloused, perfect—claws retracted just enough not to hurt.
"Come for us," he ordered, his voice breaking with need.
I fell apart.
It was violent and beautiful. I shattered into a million pieces of light, my body bowing off the mats, held down only by their strength. I felt their magic flooding into me through the bond—earth, fire, shadow—mixing with my own until I couldn't tell where I ended and they began. The power play peaked as I grounded Rhett’s intensity fully, his wolf submitting with a final, shuddering growl beneath me.
They followed me moments later, their groans echoing in the large space, a chorus of worship and claim.
We lay there for a long time, a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing on the blue gym mats.
"Okay," Rhett wheezed eventually, rolling off me but keeping an arm draped over my waist. "That was... better than burgers."
