Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

LUNA

M arcel growled softly as he thrust into me, his grip on my hips tightening as I arched my back to take him deeper. Jude's cock filled me completely, his movements perfectly synchronized with his brother's, as though they had done this a thousand times before. A shiver ran down my spine, not just from their powerful thrusts, but from the seamless coordination between them. They moved together like a well-oiled machine.

The dimly lit room seemed to throb with the heat of our bodies entwined. I lay on top of Marcel, his strong hands firmly holding my hips as he continued his relentless rhythm. With my legs spread wide, Jude stood at the edge of the bed, matching his brother's intensity as he entered me. I was caught between them, engulfed in a whirlwind of sensations that left me breathless.

"Fuck, Luna," Marcel groaned beneath me, his dark eyes locked onto mine. "You feel amazing."

"Kiss her, Rafe," Jude commanded, his voice filled with desire and urgency.

Without hesitation, Rafe cupped my face in his large hands and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue explored mine in a passionate kiss. The intensity of the moment threatened to overwhelm me; it was as if I was consumed by these three men and their insatiable desires.

"More," I whimpered into Rafe's mouth, my body on the verge of ecstasy.

"Give it to her," Rafe said, his voice deep and commanding.

In a moment, another wave of pleasure surged through me, leaving me shuddering and gasping for breath. Marcel and Jude both climaxed inside me, filling me with warmth. It was a heady mix of pleasure and possession that left me dizzy and disoriented.

Rafe's lips trailed kisses along my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. "That's it, baby," he purred in my ear, his voice dripping with sinful delight. "Let us take you."

I gripped the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as the room spun around me. My body burned with desire, every nerve tingling under their touch. The brothers' hands explored my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Perhaps this was what it felt like to be passed around like a prized possession.

Another orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, coursing through my veins like molten lava. We collapsed onto the bed. Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room.

After a moment, Rafe helped me to my feet and led me to the bathroom, his brothers following closely behind like a pack of wolves. They drew a steaming bath, the scent of lavender and jasmine filling the air.

Marcel and Jude carefully lifted me into the tub, ensuring I did not jar my aching body. As they gently lowered me into the warm, bubbling water, it occurred to me that there was a tender side to these dangerous men. I sank into the water with a contented sigh, feeling the warmth envelop me like a comforting embrace.

"Let us take care of you, Luna," Marcel whispered, massaging my aching muscles as he bathed me. Jude carefully washed my hair, his touch surprisingly gentle. Rafe sat at the edge of the tub, his eyes never leaving my face as he caressed my cheek with his thumb.

"Thank you," I whispered, feeling vulnerable yet strangely safe in their care. My mind raced with conflicting emotions, but one thing was clear: I had never experienced anything like this before. It was the first moment of peace I had experienced since this nightmare began.

Rafe joined us, perching on the edge of the tub. "We won't harm you, Luna," he reassured me, running a hand through my tangled hair.

I met his gaze in the mirror, struggling to believe his words. "But…"

Marcel cleared his throat, giving me a stern look that silenced my protest. Rafe shot him a warning glance, conveying the message to appreciate the relative tranquility while it lasted.

Jude lathered up a sponge and began washing my back without asking, his touch surprisingly gentle and delicate. I closed my eyes, trying to push aside the conflicting emotions swirling within me.

Once I was cleaned, they wrapped me in a soft towel and carried me back to bed, tucking me in like a peculiar, adult-sized burrito.

As they turned off the lights, Jude brushed a stray hair from my forehead. "We'll be downstairs if you need us," he said in a soft rumble.

"Rest now, beautiful," Rafe murmured.

"Sleep well, Luna," Marcel added, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

As I drifted into a deep, exhausted slumber, thoughts of what the future held with the Eliasson brothers lingered in my mind. One thing was certain – nothing would ever be the same again.

The door clicked shut, casting the room into darkness. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, pondering how my life had taken such a turn.

The following morning, I awoke to sunlight streaming through the window. Memories of the previous night flooded back – the snowstorm, the brothers, the passion, everything. Blushing from head to toe, I threw off the covers, revealing my nakedness. It definitely hadn't been a dream. I made my way to the bathroom, wincing as my sore muscles protested.

Staring at my reflection in the fancy mirror, I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and languid, her hair a tangled mess, but it was the mischievous smirk on her face that caught my attention.

"Luna Marlowe," I scolded my reflection, "you've really gotten yourself into a mess. Stop smiling! What would Aunt Ruby say?" I groaned, recalling Ruby's words: "Those Eliasson brothers are trouble, Luna. Stay away from them." Well, it was a bit too late for that now.

Seeing that they had brought up my duffel bag, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and dressed in something warm from my bag. When I opened the door and descended to the kitchen, a tray of food awaited me: croissants, fresh fruit, and a pot of steaming coffee. And there they were – the brothers, all three of them, lounging at the table shirtless, exuding a casual confidence. My cheeks flushed again. So much for trying not to dwell on the previous night.

"Gentlemen," I said, attempting to sound composed, "thank you for the… um… lovely send-off." I ignored their knowing smirks. "I'll be on my way now." That's when they intervened, figuratively speaking.

"Now, hold on there, Luna," Rafe drawled, rising from his seat and approaching me with purpose. "A girl can't just have a night like that and leave without a proper goodbye." Goodbye. The word lingered in the air like a live grenade.

"It was…" I stammered, my cheeks aflame. "Feel free to finish that thought, little moon," Jude purred, circling me with a wicked grin. "Forget I said anything," I mumbled, heading towards the door.

Marcel, the seemingly calmest brother, stepped in front of me, his naked torso rippling with every movement. "Luna, we understand this is… unexpected. But hear us out." I gazed at each of their faces, then sighed. "Fine. You have five minutes. Then I'm leaving for good."

After sitting at the dining room table and eating some of the delicious food from the tray, I felt a bit more composed to face whatever they had to say.

"We know this is a lot to take in," Rafe began, exchanging a quick glance with Marcel and Jude. "But we've had our eyes on you for a while now, Luna. Your aunt, she made us promise to not reveal our ties to your father until after she had passed. You don’t know who you are."

I shook my head in confusion. "I don't understand. I never knew my dad. I would have bet you didn't even know my name before last night."

Jude shook his head. "We've been waiting patiently. Your father was our father’s best friend. All we have built up. It’s part of your father’s legacy to you. Your aunt knew about it and made most of the major decisions in your father’s name. But you are his true heir."

Marcel nodded. “Last night, we meant to tell you before. Well, before everything blew up in our faces. We didn’t intend on seducing you. It just… happened.”

“You told me to strip?” I choked out. “You came to us,” Marcel replied simply. “I never thought you would go along with it. Not that I’m complaining, because I’m not.”

A frown creased my face as I spoke. "No, I ventured out into the storm to get away from you three and bid farewell to Finder’s Keep for good. I'm not sure how I ended up here. I must have driven for miles before being thrown off the road into that snowbank."

Jude glanced at Rafe, his concern evident as he carefully responded, "Luna, we are merely two miles from your house, just outside of town. You couldn't have traveled very far."

Nothing seemed to make sense to me. What were they discussing?

"Well, perhaps I got disoriented in the storm? It doesn't really matter. I just need to return to the cottage."

“You need to stay here with us,” Marcel demanded while his brothers gave him a censorious look.

"You're special, Luna," Rafe said gently. "You belong with us."

"You can't own a person," I exclaimed fervently.

"He misspoke," Jude responded swiftly. "We simply feel a connection and want you to feel the same. It seemed like you were on board last night."

Marcel took the lead. "We want to... share you."

My jaw dropped in astonishment.

"You mean, like... a... harem?" I whispered, barely audible.

"Not quite," Rafe clarified, switching to a different approach. "We want you to choose us. All of us. You're our... our..."

“You're the one who completes us,” Jude finally expressed. “Before last night we never thought there would be anyone for us. But you. You were perfect. Just think about it. Think about last night and think about how many more nights we could spend in each other's embrace.”

“It doesn’t make sense,” I insisted. “Why did my aunt caution me about you?”

“Our lifestyle isn’t the safest. Your Aunt Ruby knew better than most. She’d lost her nephew to this world and she didn’t want to lose you as well. We're not the type of men you typically introduce to your family,” Rafe explained. “We lead a challenging life on the wrong side of the law. Your aunt cared for you and wanted to ensure that you freely chose this path. We offer you that choice, Luna.”

“So, what will your decision be?” Marcel inquired.