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For the girlies who would rather wear a *pearl necklace* than clutch their pearls… this one is for you.
“Sei forte, mia cara,” I whisper, hoping the words travel straight into her dreams even though I know she won’t be able to understand them. “Questo non ti spezzerà. Non lo permetterò.”
“We’re all a little broken, Killian. A little fucked up. And sometimes, we need to let that out. To feel it. To know we’re not alone in it.”
“Sometimes you have to fall apart so you can put the pieces back together stronger.”
“Non c’è un parte di te che non sia mio,” I growl against her skin. “Mio e dei miei fratelli. Nessun altro ti toccherà mai così.” The words falling from my mouth are like a prayer now, just as much for my benefit as they are for hers. My hands slide possessively up her sides. “Non condividerò mai con nessun altro.”
“Not done yet, mia cara.” I nip at her ear, lifting and supporting her entire weight now so she’s bouncing like my own personal fuck doll at the end of my dick. “Not until I fill you up. You know how this works.”
“I was thinking,” he says quietly, each word careful and deliberate, “that I couldn’t let anything happen to you. Not while I could still stand. Not while I could still fight.” His voice drops even lower, rough like gravel. “And I’d do it again. Every fucking time.”
“I never wanted this,” I tell him, swallowing hard as my mouth goes dry. “Never wanted any of you to do something like this for me. You, Nico, Killian—you were supposed to be temporary. An alliance of convenience.” My fingernails dig into my palms hard enough to leave marks. “This thing between us… it was supposed to be—” “Say it was nothing, vicious.” Atlas’s voice cuts through mine, sharp and clear even though I know he’s tired and hurting.
“Go ahead. Tell me it meant nothing. I want to see in your eyes that you know it’s a lie.”
“Don’t,” he breathes against my mouth. “Don’t make me beg, vicious. Because I will.” His voice drops lower, rougher. “I’ll fucking beg if that’s what it takes. Need this. Need you.”
“Please.” His gaze locks with mine. “I told you I’m not afraid to beg. I can handle it. I need you close.”
“I love you.” The words spill out before I can swallow them back down. “All three of you.”
