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Fake Santas, plastic reindeer, and tiny elves have been placed sporadically around the dorm room. There’s no rhyme or reason to anything. Like, why is there a Santa in the center of the couch, squished into the crease between two cushions? Why are there six reindeer dangling from nooses on the fireplace mantel, like someone is attempting to create stockings out of stuffed animals? And why is there an elf peeking a single eye out of the cupboard?
As Zane likes to say, sometimes, I just need to “trust the process.” Whatever the heck that means.
My guys are already inside the dorm room, seated on the couch and in the armchairs, when Landon and I step inside.
A low, fizzing sensation starts up in my stomach, reminiscent of a kettle on a stovetop, hissing and sputtering as the water inside of it heats.
On the couch, directly beside the Santa, is Zane Lorenzo. He’s attempting to regale the others with a story that I’m pretty sure is one-hundred-percent false. His dark, chocolate eyes are enigmatic and radiant as he gestures wildly, accidentally hitting Beckett in the head. Black scruff covers his sharp jawline, darker than Landon’s own brown shadow. If he doesn’t shave it soon, it’ll turn into a full-on beard.
Beckett sits next to Zane, on the opposite side of Mr. Claus, and looks immaculate as ever in his cream-colored sweater and dark jeans. He has carefully combed his brown hair away from his angular face, making his eyes stand out even more starkly. One green. One brown. I once thought of his eyes as the forest at the beginning of autumn, when half the leaves still maintain their green pigment, while others have turned brown and flaky. They’re striking on a face that would put most models to shame.
Sitting in the armchair, focusing on his “murder board,” is Dominic.
A hot flush unfurls in my gut and spreads through my body like wildfire.
Dom’s platinum-blond hair is longer than the others, the strands curling with a slight wave that gives him almost a disheveled look. If Beckett has the posh, elegant look, and Zane emulates a wild and untamed energy, then Dominic could best be described as the pretty boy.
The Greek god.
And…mine.
That heat from before weaves itself around my bones and joints before settling in my core.
I can still remember Dom’s glowing green eyes as he pounded into me.
Made love to me.
What we did that night in his cabin wasn’t a forgettable “fucking.” It was so much more than that. It was…everything. Even now, all these weeks later, I can still feel the phantom touch of his fingers on my skin, caressing, bruising, claiming.
We haven’t had any repeat performances since that night—heck, I haven’t had any more of those moments with any of the guys—but I can tell it’s on all their minds.
It’s certainly on mine.
But none of that matters now. Not with The Divine One on the loose and Ryker hiding out.
Ryker…
Instinctively, my gaze dips to the corner of the room, where I half expect to see Ryker crouched, only his ice-blue eyes visible from the shadows.
The pang in my heart intensifies when I find it empty. Even knowing he wouldn’t be there, it still hurts like a bitch to have it confirmed.
Zane notices the two of us first, and his head snaps up, eyes sparkling, like it’s Christmas morning all over again. He immediately stops talking in the middle of a sentence, jumps to his feet, and is across the room before the others can catch their bearings.
“Princesa!” He throws his arms around me, and the force of his hug causes me to stagger back a few steps. Still, the feeling of warmth and security that accompanies a hug from any of my guys brings a smile to my face.
“You’re acting as if you didn’t just see me an hour ago,” I tease as he nuzzles my neck. His hot breath wafts against my sensitive skin, and a plethora of goose bumps explode everywhere. My heart skips like a smooth stone against tranquil waters.
“Even a minute is too long,” he laments dramatically. His chuckle morphs into a moan when I rake my fingers through his hair, my nails dragging against his scalp.
My body’s almost instantly engulfed in heat at the decadent sounds he makes.
“Stop hogging our girl,” Dom says lightly.
Our girl.
A blush crawls up my neck and settles in my cheeks. Dom tracks it with his soul-searing, verdant gaze.
Zane doesn’t release me, but he does step aside, positioning us so he’s at my back with his arms around my waist. His face remains pressed to my neck, breathing me in.
