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Then I stared at the ceiling… replaying it.

Ares — heat. Force.

Grayson — control. Precision.

Sebastian — soft. Deep.

All of them. Together.

I should’ve shut it down. I should’ve stopped it before it started.

Instead—

I turned onto my side, pulling the blanket tighter around me.

And wondered… how far I’d let it go.

~ 37 ~

HAVEN

I wasn’t even sure how long I’d been lying there. Half an hour. Maybe longer.

The storm howled outside, rattling the glass, but inside everything felt too still, too quiet.

Too loud in my own head.

I flopped onto my back. Then onto my side. Then back again.

“Unbelievable,” I muttered.

Because I knew exactly what the problem was. Them.

All of them.

I thought about Ares, possessing me. About Grayson, nudging my thighs apart in that shitty motel. I pulled up the memory of Sebastian, spooning me from behind. His fingers dipping inside me, as he whispered things in my ear that drove me beyond crazy…

I exhaled sharply.

No.

I wasn’t going back downstairs. I wasn’t knocking on anyone’s door. I wasn’t—

My breath caught.

Fine.

If my body wasn’t going to cooperate, I’d deal with it myself.

Pulling the knot on my sleep shorts, I slipped a hand past my waistband and slid my palm slowly downward. The heat was already building. It wouldn’t take much. Not after everything that happened.

Not after them.

I relaxed, letting my breath soften and slow. My chest rose and fell. In and out…

A quiet sound slipped out before I could stop it.

And then—