bChapter /b71

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Levi and Haiden leave the dining room after Xavier murmurs something low to themb, /btoo quiet for me to hear. Haiden smirks at me bas /bhe shuts the door behind himb. /bLevi boffers /ba single nce back, one that says ibehave/i, and then they’re gone. The silence bthat /bfollows bis /bthick. I exhale, only just realizing how tightly I’ve been holding bmyself /btogether all day. The cold truths under Tris. The weight bof /bwhat bI /bam. The way Felix looked at me bwas /blike bI /bwas a ticking bomb dressed in ck. My body aches, not from pain, but from the pressure, the relentless need to do, bto /bcarryb, /bbto /bfight. Xavier sees it. bOf /bcourse he does. He always sees everything. I stand bas /bhe does, moving without thought.

b“/bYou’re unravelling,” he says simply, walking around the tableb, /bslow and measured like a predator closing in on prey.

“I’m holding it together.”

b“/bbYou /bthink you are.”

Behind me, Noah rises andes to stand close, too closeb. /bHis presence bis /bfire at my back, while Xavier is cold steel in front of me.

“You’ve been working hard all day,” Noah murmursb, /bvoice warm in my ear. b“/bMaybe it’s time we remind you what it’s like to be held.”

“I don’t need..

“You do,” Xavier cuts in. “Let us.”

I try bto /bswallow, but my throat’s dry. My body is betraying me, already responding, already humming with anticipation. It’s not just the words. It’s them. The way they watch me like I’m not just theirs, but something sacred. It’s not a demand. It’s a promise.

Xavier reaches out firstb, /bfingers brushing the edge of my jaw, tipping my bface /bup to meet his.

“You’re not alone bin /bthis anymore,” he says, eyes burning. “You carry the Veil. The weight. The underworld. The pack. The war. But tonightb, /byou let us carry byou/b.”

Noah’s hands slide around my waist from behind, pulling me flush against himb, /band suddenly my spine arches, breath hitched. I should stop this. bI /bshould bsay /bno. But my body is melting under their touch, and my mindb, /bgods, my mind is screaming yes.

Xavier moves in, lips brushing over mine like a ghost of a kiss.

“Breathe, little mate.”

I do. Shaky. bRaw/bb. /bThen everything happens at onceb. /bNoah’s hands tighten bat /bmy hips, guiding me forward. Xavier takes my wrist and ces it on the table. The polished wood is cool under my bpalms /bbas /bthey position me, gently, but firmly. Bent forwardb, /barms braced, breath catching against the linen napkins and untouched btes/b. Clothes bpeel /boff me in bpieces/bb. /bCool air grazes my back. Noah’s mouth bis /bon my neck, teeth grazing just enough to make me shiver, while Xavier’s hands roam blower/bb, /bslower, bdeliberate/b. His touch is like worship and possession at once.

“You’re shaking,b” /bXavier mutters against my shoulder as he pulls me back just enough to kiss the curve of my spine.

“I’m bnot /bafraid.”

b“/bNo,” Noah saysb, /bvoice deeper now. “You’re ready.”

There’s no rush. No fumbling. Every motion is controlled, fluid, like bthey’ve /bbeen waiting for this momentb. /bMaybe they haveb. /bEvery time I thought bthey /bwere being too patientb, /btoo carefulb, /bit was this. They were holding back, Letting me choose when, and I’m choosing now.

I moan, quiet, needy, bas /bbXavier /bslides a hand beneath me, and Noah presses forward behind me, lips and tongue tracing symbols only he seems to know. Every brush of skin feels like a spark. Every sigh feels like permission.

“Say it,” Xavier whispers.

Say whatb?/bb” /bI gasp.

“That you’re ours.b” /b

I grip the table harderb, /bblips /bparting on a sound bthat’s /balmost a growl. “I’m not saying it until you make me scream it.”

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