One year after the fight between the Salvatore families.

Zane despised Lorenzo and Darius with every fiber of his damaged body.

After the incident a couple of months ago, he never tried to escape again. Not after what his cousin had done to him. What Darius had been subjected to watching with terrified eyes—what Zane had been forced to endure—the pain, the suffering for days and months. You see, Lorenzo made it clear that day. He taught Zane a lesson he wouldn't forget; he couldn't forget, and that was that there was simply no escaping Lorenzo Salvatore.

After the psycho bastard broke his leg, Zane couldn't do anything, not for months on end, other than lay in bed while being subjected to Lorenzo's venomous words, always blaming Zane for what he had done to him. "It's your fault I broke your leg," Lorenzo often blamed whenever he scrubbed Zane's naked body clean with a rag while the omega lay in the bathtub, one foot hanging over the edge to not get wet. "You shouldn't have tried to run away. I did this for your own good. You should thank me."

Zane didn't believe Lorenzo's manipulating words, not when he had been an expert in manipulating people himself. And yet, he found that at times the words started to sting, bitterly so.

When Lorenzo and Darius got married two months ago, although there were no wedding bells, no guest list, no flowers, or cake—just two signatures on a piece of paper—the bitterness inside of Zane exploded, and because he didn't understand why this was happening, his emotions spiraled, and he had several mental breakdowns and another failed suicide attempt.

Lorenzo had comforted him with sweet words in those times, and Darius too.

But it wasn't enough.

After the alphas' marriage, they started fucking in their room on the bed where they kept Zane while he just lay there, next to them at the edge of the bed.

Sometimes he kept his back turned away from them, pretending to be asleep while the bed rocked. Sometimes he didn't bother pretending; he kept his eyes open with his back turned, staring at the opposite end of the room where Lorenzo's and Darius's shadows painted the walls while they made passionate love or while they fucked like wild animals. He always had ears on them, listening to Darius's desperate gasps and breathy moans and to Lorenzo's passionate grunts and shuddering hisses before, in a fleeting moment, a strange thought crossed Zane's mind. And that was: he wished he could be there.

He was there, though, yet he didn't matter; apparently, he didn't exist.

Soon he started dreaming sinful thoughts of the two alphas touching him while they made love with each other. In his dreams—or nightmares—he craved to feel their bodies burning into his own and their tongues drinking up his cries for their cocks and their knots. And when he woke up with their arms draped over his waist, he wished they would disappear so he could get his freedom—wished them to get sick of him like everyone else got sick of him and tossed him aside.

Neither Lorenzo nor Darius touched him the way they had done in his dreams, though.

They never got sick of him, either.

In the end, Zane, against his will, stayed there for the two alphas' amusement, rotting into the bed sheets, awaiting the day when they would one day grow tired and discard him. It was bound to happen eventually.

Today Lorenzo and Darius left the compound early in the morning with promises of returning after nightfall. Zane couldn't care less. In fact, he had been grateful for their departure; their presence deeply annoyed him, and he needed alone time.

It wouldn't be for another hour when the room slowly felt oddly suffocating that alarm crept in, and he hoped they might come back earlier than planned.

At first, Zane didn't want to think much of it; it was probably the summer's heat getting to his head. So he went about his day in bed trying to concentrate on the flat-screen TV in front of him that showed a stupid cartoon about a singing boy and his ugly-ass guitar who traveled into the world of the dead for whatever reason. Zane couldn't care. It wasn't until a sudden piercing ache rippled down his lower stomach — almost like an electric shock—that realization settled in.

He was experiencing the first symptoms of Heat.

"Shit, shit—fuck," he cursed under his breath while he scrambled off the bed and raced for the bathroom when his flesh started to throb, every inch of him igniting like an inferno.

The minute he reached the bathroom sink, a shuddering gasp left his mouth before he opened the faucet and splashed his face with water. It hadn't been a minute since he started getting the symptoms, and yet his face was already caked in his own sweat—drowning in it.

For a moment, he couldn't believe this was happening—not now.

It was happening, though, and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He wouldn't dare call Lorenzo and Darius. They had both decided to stop him from using suppressants. They said it was ruining his health and that he was slowly killing himself because he had been on it for so long—for his whole life. They didn't know he had no choice. Being an omega was a fucking curse Everyone thought of him as second-class even if he had everything! —power, wealth, alphas who would drop to their knees just by the click of his fingers. At the end of the day, everyone still saw him as nothing. The only way he could be seen as an equal was to use suppressants and not let his hormones get in the way of work.

Coming off the drug would only cause more damage than good.

He would suffer unimaginable pain, and obviously, the two alphas wouldn't help him since they refused to touch him. They were probably waiting for this day to come—to watch him wither in agony, waiting for him to beg them for their cocks and knots like some mindless, stupid omega. And they would give him nothing. Would he beg, though? No. No. Damn them both! He wouldn't beg. He didn't need their nonexistent help. He would rather suffer alone. Yes. He would go through his Heat with strength and dignity. They could go shove their cocks up each other's asses for all he cared.

By nightfall, Zane lay naked in bed; he couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak, he couldn't move—he could hardly see, and the room appeared dark despite the lights having been on.

When another scorching ache coiled in his lower stomach with sparks bolting down his spine, Zane squeezed his eyes shut and screamed an agonizing wail.

He had lowered himself like a pathetic omega. He had touched himself and fucked himself with his fingers, and he came countless times until his fingers appeared crinkled and damp with his slick. When his fingers started trembling, he lay on his stomach, reducing himself to a moaning, groaning mess while chewing into the sheets and rutting into a pillow, trying to get some sort of relief, but nothing worked!

It pained him to admit it, but he needed help.

With a deep inhale, he opened his eyes and called out in a whispered tone, "Lorenzo?...Da—Darius?"

The two alphas couldn't hear him, though; they had not returned. Or maybe this was their plan all along—to leave him to punish? They were cruel—crueler than Zane could ever be.

Zane gritted his teeth before staggering off the bed with the sheets wrapped around his waist. He needed to get to the door; he needed to call someone—anyone to help him. Maybe one of the guards could get him some suppressants if he pleaded with them.

"O—Open up!" Zane leaned his body against the door, and through haggard breathing, he hammered on it. "Fucking open the door!"

A minute passed; five minutes; ten minutes; fifteen minutes!

It had been the longest minutes of Zane's life before realization slapped him:

No one was coming.

Not his bastard cousin, or his bastard cousin's husband.

Zane shouldn't care.

He did, though.

No one was coming.

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An hour had passed—a damning one.

Zane lay on the floor, whining and sweaty, while tears leaked out of his eyes. He curled in on his trembling self with arms wrapped tightly around his stomach to squeeze out the burning sensation, wishing it to be over soon. It was all wishful thinking; he would suffer for days if no one came. Maybe his Heat would be the death of him? It did not matter; he did not matter—not really.

"Zane, baby?... Fuck—Lorenzo, get in here!"

Zane could faintly make out the sound of Darius's alarming voice before hurried footsteps approached him. He could not open his eyes, though; they felt glued shut. Neither could he speak; his throat was tight, and his mouth was dry. However, soon, when a pair of strong arms picked him up from the floor, he forced his eyes open only to come into contact with Darius, looking down at him with a concerned expression.

"Darius," he managed to say, breathless with hooded eyes.

"Why didn't you call? Lorenzo left you with our number for a reason." Darius sucked his teeth, anger in his voice, while he carried Zane off and laid him gently down in the middle of the bed.

The door clicked shut. "He's too prideful," Lorenzo's voice filtered into the room.

It did not take long before the scent of the two alphas started flooding the room in waves, thick and musky, choking Zane breathless. "Please—get me some damn suppressants," he said, unable to stop himself before shifting to his side, burying his face into the sheet to stifle another shuddering whine.

The scents were too much, too intoxicating, too suffocating, and too delectable. He would die because of it if they stayed in the room and did nothing.

The bed dipped on Zane's right side—next to his face—and then fingers eased into his hair. "We already told you, no more suppressants," Lorenzo said.

"You're going to ride this Heat out," Darius added, and then the bed dipped again on the opposite side of Zane's face, sandwiching him in between them.

No. Zane nodded into the sheet. It was impossible to do; he tried—he had been trying for the past five hours—but he would die.

"I can't," he cried, his tongue heavy and dry, whining.

Lorenzo yanked him away from the sheet, pulling Zane up to look him in the eyes. "You can and you will," he said, an order, before cupping the omega's face gently and caressing the sides with his thumb.

Zane instantly melted against the touch. His biological need to surrender—to submit to an alpha—overpowered any sane thoughts he might have had earlier.

"I've been trying since morning," he said in a pitiful voice, his shoulders hitching and his head spinning. "I can't do it anymore."

"It's alright." Darius's heavy palm appeared on his shoulder, and then he came closer, leaning in to inhale on Zane's neck. "Let us help you. Zane, we want to help you, baby."

"Stop lying," Zane bit out, trying to move away from Lorenzo's grip, hoping his pathetic tussle might knock Darius off balance as well. "You don't want to help... You two want—you want me to beg, and then you are going to laugh. It's not —"

Lorenzo growled, dissatisfied by Zane's disobedience, before his fingers wrapped around his neck. "Behave yourself," the alpha warned, and then he leaned in, trailing his tongue over Zane's jawline while his thumb pressed into the omega's scent gland. When Zane gasped, his body shuddering at the sensation, Lorenzo whispered into his ear, "Why would we lie to you? This is what we have been waiting for, sweetheart. You open and wanting." Lorenzo smirked.

Suddenly, a flood of pheromones leaked from the two alphas, poisonous and tempting, spirling Zane's Heat in a fit of waves.

No.

No.

Zane's tear-filled eyes doubled.

Bastards—they were making it worse!

When Lorenzo released him, Zane dropped against the mattress, and he screamed like never before—an ugly wailing thing. Everything burned.

On instinct, he squeezed his eyes closed and bit into the sheets. "Ahh — please-please-please-please, " he begged.

He knew it was so wrong to desire the two alphas—to seek them out—when he promised himself he would not submit himself to them. And despite the one set of voices taunting him and screaming at him, Why Zane? They kidnapped you! Locked you away, beat you, degraded you... Another set of voices whispered, They love you. They want to protect you. Give it in, Zane. Let your alphas take care of you. Everything will get better once you give in...

"What do you want?" Darius said, soothing Zane's spine with his fingers, up and down in a tantalizing way. "Who do you want? Tell us, and we will give it to you."

Zane opened his eyes. He looked at Lorenzo in front of him for a long moment, hoping to seek out some pompous sneer. Instead, Lorenzo stared back at him with a burning desire in his dark eyes, with parted lips and haggard breathing. Then he looked over himself—at Darius, whose lips were already latched onto his shoulder, suckling on his skin until it burned red—until his traitorous body ached for more.

Suddenly, the alphas' scents in the air died down, melting into Zane's' senses. It no longer caused displeasure either. It felt comforting and safe, blanketing Zane in a sea of warmth and making his treacherous omegan body crave more.

"Zane, we're waiting," Lorenzo said, impatient.

Zane stared deeply into Lorenzo's eyes, wordlessly begging to be touched. "You," he rasped out in a whispered, defeated tone before shifting to lie on his back. Immediately, his eyes found Darius. "Both of you... I want both of you. "

A soft smile appeared on Lorenzo's face, and then he leaned down and kissed the omega tenderly on his forehead. And in one quick motion, the alpha yanked the sheet from Zane's waist. "Open your legs," he ordered. Unashamed and delirious, Zane slowly obeyed, revealing his aching, dripping hole for his—no, they would never be his. For the alphas' view, that sounded better. "Our good omega," Lorenzo said, a pleased growl rumbling from his chest before he kissed Zane rough, almost hungry—biting his lips, drinking him whole like an addict, desperate with his tongue, teeth, and spit.

Zane moaned deeply, arching off the bed to melt against Lorenzo's clothed chest.

When Lorenzo pulled away to reach over at Darius, seizing the other alpha's lips in a fiery kiss, Zane stared at the two of them making out above him, delicately slipping their tongues into each other's moaning mouths. Surprisingly, he did not feel disgusted or annoyed. There was no unpleasant pang in his chest like before. Instead, he leaked a slicker, and a needy whine left his lips until the two alphas parted ways and looked at him for the first time with a deep-rooted compassion in their eyes.

Darius licked his lips. "Beautiful," he hummed, eyeing the slick leaking out of Zane's hole, down his thighs, and onto the bedsheet. "Isn't he beautiful, Lorenzo?"

"The most beautiful," Lorenzo agreed and smiled.

Darius's palm clamped down on Zane's left thigh, his nails biting and menacing against the tender flesh. Zane moaned, and Darius smiled. "Let me taste you, baby," he said and bent down, running his heated tongue along the lines of the slick trail of Zane's thigh and forcing a shuddering hiss from the omega.

Zane's cock twitched the moment Darius's tongue touched his thigh, and he dropped his head on the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut. It felt so good. If only—"Darius," he cried out, his hips jerking up, and a breathy moan tumbled out of his mouth when Darius's tongue teased at his hole before dipping into it. "Da—Darius."

He had plenty of alphas who had done this to him before, and yet none had taken the time to be so gentle and demanding at the same time—none cared enough.

Zane's mouth went slack, and although he felt the weight of the bed from Lorenzo's side go away; he could not open his eyes. In fact, he shut them tighter at the feel of Darius thrusting his tongue deeper into him, drinking him up like a thirsty, dying man. Then instantly his hands reached out, snaking into Darius's hair before he jerked his hips up, slowly fucking himself into the alpha's mouth, feeding him his slick. Darius deserved it, and Zane desperately wanted to come; he needed to come, or he might die.

"Please," he whimpered.

Immediately after, the bed dipped again, and Lorenzo's hand wrapped around Zane's neck, squeezing until Zane shrank deeper into the pillow. "Want Darius to fuck your sluty hole with his tongue until you come, baby?" he whispered in a dirty voice into Zane's ear while his other hand went for the omega's aching, hardened cock, stroking it slowly.

The words were humiliating, and yet:

Zane gasped, nodded, and bit down his lower lip. "Yes."

After hearing this, a sly smile curled on Darius's lips, and then his hands seized Zane's thighs, spreading them further apart before pushing his tongue deeper, seemingly pleased at the omega's eagerness. And seconds later, Zane's toes curled, and tears welled in his eyes at each drag of Darius's tongue.

"Darius," he sobbed beautifully. "Lorenzo."

It did not take long, and soon his eyes rolled back, and his mouth went slack with a long, needy moan before aftershocks gripped his body, and he came, coming into the alpha's hand.

Lorenzo licked his fingers clean. When done, "Greedy," he said with a deep growl, pulling an unwilling Darius off of Zane. "Save some for me."

Darius scrunched up his face in displeasure, while Zane whined at the loss. Immediately, his eyes snapped open, and he glared at them with a deep frown. Why did they stop? "Lorenzo," the name, tumbled longingly out of Zane's dry mouth. "Please," touch me, he did not bother to say it because it might be too much to ask for. He did not want to be a burden; he should already be grateful that they were helping him.

Lorenzo shoved a finger into Zane's hole. "Shh," he cooed and caressed Zane's cheek when the omega choked back a sob. "We will take good care of you. You will be alright, baby." Lorenzo's attention went to Darius. "I'm fucking him first." He was not asking.

Darius rolled his eyes. "Of course... Lorenzo, fuck me when you're done with him."

Darius gasped when Lorenzo's free hand sprang out and snatched him by the neck. "Are you that hungry for cock?" The alpha smiled, pulling Darius in for another sloppy kiss.

"Starving," Darius said when he moved back to sit next to a whining, withering, neglected Zane, who mindlessly kept pushing against Lorenzo's unmoving fingers for some fraction.

Lorenzo laughed. "Anything for you, darling." And then his attention went back to Zane, and his eyes turned dark. "And you..." He removed his wet fingers from Zane's hole, lapping it up with his tongue, then groaned at the taste. "Open wider."

Suddenly, thick globs of slick pushed their way out of Zane, and he bowed his head in shame.

Although humiliation had long gone from Zane's thoughts, his cheeks burned red. A part of him, the sane part, felt so exposed, sort of dirty. He felt he might be wronging himself by setting himself up for disappointment, regret, and heartbreak.

When a rumbling sound left Lorenzo's chest before he grabbed a fistful of Zane's hair, turning his face to look at him, Zane's thoughts disappeared: "Open wider," Lorenzo commanded, and Zane's body went lax while his legs opened up. "Fuck." Lorenzo cursed under his breath, and then he was up, settling himself between Zane's legs. "Keep your legs spread, baby."

For a splitting moment, Zane wondered if this was what he amounted to—a hole for Lorenzo and Darius to wet their cocks into whenever they felt like it. If his papa were looking up from hell, he would be disappointed and ashamed.

A teardrop leaked out of Zane's eye, and his breathing went rapid. A new pain appeared, so he took a hand to his stomach, silently sobbing. He was truly pathetic.

"Shh," Lorenzo shushed him, rubbing soothing circles on his stomach. And when Zane calmed down, the alpha pressed the tip of his cock against his hole before he smiled with all his teeth—a carnivorous, terrifying look. "I'll knot you," he said. "Darius will knot you. And then you will grow our baby." He brought a heavy palm to Zane's burning stomach again, caressing it lovingly. "Right here."

Zane wanted to argue that that would never happen. He did not love them, and they didn't love him back, not like how they loved each other. However, when Lorenzo bent down and dragged his tongue down his scent gland, scenting him, he shivered. Was Lorenzo going to bite down? Mark him? His heart hammered in his chest before his eyes quickly found Darius next to them, who looked back at him with a tender smile on his face while he slowly stroked his cock between his fingers. Darius did not seem the least bit concerned that his mate might potentially claim Zane permanently.

Soon, Lorenzo moved away from his neck and whispered a soft voice into his ear. " Fuck. I can't get enough of you." And then, when he forced his cock deep inside Zane, without warning or concern, Zane let out a punched-out moan at the intrusion, and his back arched off the bed and his hands scrambled for Lorenzo's back, scratching and clawing as fresh tears raced down his face.

Lorenzo's cock filled him well, as fit as a missing piece of a puzzle, and Zane had never felt so full and soothed in his life.

"Zane," Lorenzo hissed, and he captured Zane's lips to distract him.

The kiss radiated glee throughout Zane's whole body.

"Lorenzo," he moaned into the alpha's mouth. "Lorenzo."

As slick pooled out of Zane through each thrust, smelling up the room of dirty, musky sex, his omegan side relished at the way his alpha's thick cock molded itself perfectly inside of him, feeding him and driving him into a world of indescribable lust.

Still, Lorenzo fucked him at a maddening pace, and he could hardly breathe.

"Lorenzo," he said, unknowingly wrapping his legs around the alpha's waist so he would not get slammed into the bedhead. "It's. It's too much. Go slower."

"No," Lorenzo growled next to his ear. "I won't stop until you're covered in my scent." Then he shoved his hand at the back of Zane's head, threading his fingers into the roots of Zane's hair, while his other hand went to Zane's left shoulder, clamping down on him to keep him grounded. "You're never leaving," he said in a whispered, delirious tone, burying himself deep inside Zane through each thrust. "Never."

Lorenzo's words should have frightened Zane. If he had been in his proper senses, he would have been frightened. He was not, though. In fact, he relished them. He felt wanted, needed, and desired.

Without any thought, Zane tilted his neck and bared his throat, moaning deep and wanting. The universal act of submission had Darius gasping.

A pleased rumble tumbled from Lorenzo's mouth, and he latched onto the omega's neck, sucking on his scent gland with crazed delirium. The touch burned on Zane's skin; he keened. And when the force of Lorenzo's thrusts turned merciless—fucking himself inside of Zane like a crazed animal—Zane choked on his sobs while his eyes sought out Darius, his other alpha, the kinder one.

"Darius," he said, stretching out a hand for the other alpha to take. "Touch me."

A soft glint appeared in Darius's eyes, and then he took Zane's hand into his.

"God Zane," Lorenzo's eyes fluttered close after he slapped his tongue alongside his omega's scent gland, seemingly wanting to bite down yet holding back. "I love you—you know that?" Zane's heart clenched so tight that it might break. Lorenzo's confession sounded real; it could not be because he also sounded lost—disoriented the faster he went. "I'm going to knot you, baby."

The second those words spilled from Lorenzo's mouth, his knot popped, stretching past Zane's rim in a punishing way. Zane cried out, and his body shuddered in waves, and his toes curled at the rush of heat pooling on his inside. His own cock twitched, too, dribbling hot white gel between their bodies, leaving him panting and gasping like he had been lacking air—like he'd been suffocating.

Locked together, Lorenzo stayed on top of him—for God knew how long—breathing into his neck while he emptied his seed into Zane, stretching him with bliss. And finally, Zane let out a deep, shuddering exhale; he could breathe with some sort of relief after hours of torture.

"Zane, baby?" Darius said while his free hand caressed Zane's cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," Zane answered with a cracked voice. "It doesn't hurt so much anymore."

"You want me to help take the pain away completely?" Darius asked. "Or are you all right with Lorenzo alone? I don't have to do it if you don't want me to. Unlike Lorenzo," Darius shot Lorenzo a hard glare. "I know a little thing called consent."

Lorenzo grunted when his cock slowly began to soften, and then he looked over at Darius. "You were drugged. And don't let me remind you who —" Zane whined when Lorenzo punctuated his word with a thrust — "drugged you."

"I do want you," Zane said, ignoring Lorenzo's accusing eyes.

"Alright," Darius said. "As soon as Lorenzo's done, you can have me."

It did not take long after that.

The second Lorenzo's cock slid out, and Darius eagerly pushed the other alpha aside before he got off the bed. He went to the foot area and dragged Zane down, careful not to put pressure on his once-broken right leg, before situating himself between Zane's parted thighs.

"Eager slut," Lorenzo said to Darius after he rose on his elbows and pushed back the sweat-soaked hairs stuck on Zane's forehead.

Darius clicked his tongue. "Shut up."

Zane said nothing while the two of them bickered. He looked at them; back and forth, his eyes went from Lorenzo to Darius, over and over and over. He once believed he would never like them—never love them. Yet recently, his heart often swelled whenever he saw their faces, and right now—right here—he felt the safest he had ever felt. He felt noticed and cared for. They did not just fuck him like he thought they would. Their touches were tender with consideration. They were not mean or taunting—they weren't nasty and hateful. He did not know. He felt this sort of strangeness; he wanted them, really wanted them. He did not want to be a prisoner, though, and they wouldn't want him the way they longed for each other.

"You ready?" Darius asked.

Zane could feel the tip of the alpha's cock pushed up against him, so he nodded.

Darius smiled, slowly pressing his cock into Zane's sloppy hole. "Fuck," he groaned, biting on his lower lip. "Fuck... Lorenzo, you bastard." Darius's attention shifted to the bed before his eyes met Zane. "You should've let Zane get his way with me back at the auction."

Darius had wanted him since then.

He tilted his head back when Darius bottomed out, instantly touching his prostate.

Zane sucked in a sharp breath. He could not recall the moan that left his mouth. He only knew that being impaled by a cock as big and long as Darius's felt good. It pleased his omegan body so badly that he might pass out of bliss. He wanted more.

"You look so pretty spread out on cock," Darius snickered, running a hand on Zane's chest and pinching his hardened nipples one at a time before he pulled away, latched onto Zane's legs from the back of his knees, folding him and spreading him out wider, more exposed. "So tight and pretty."

Darius started thrusting in and out, and Zane moaned, wanting and slutty.

A blinding wave flashed across Zane's vision, and he cried, "Right there." He gasped with closed eyes. "Darius—right there. Yes."

Darius complied, giving Zane what he wanted and what he needed.

Zane's eyes snapped in Lorenzo's direction when the alpha left the bed and walked over to Darius.

Lorenzo looked so huge, his whole body swallowing Darius's own when he pressed himself up against the other alpha's back.

"Darius?" Lorenzo grabbed Darius's waist and whispered into his ear. "Are you forgetting something?"

"Wh—What?" Darius gasped while his attention was on Zane the whole time. "What is it, baby?"

"This."

Zane saw Darius's eyes double.

Quick as lightning, Darius went crashing down—his chest pressed against Zane's chest, and his knot popped unexpectedly inside of the omega, locking them together and sending them both gasping, shuddering, and moaning breaths.

Suddenly the bed jerked along with Zane and Darius, who pressed his face into the crock of Zane's neck.

"Darius, are you alright?" Zane asked, gasping.

"Zane. I'm alright, baby." Darius grunted, breathless, before he looked over his shoulder."Lorenzo, what the fuck?"

Lorenzo smiled and said nothing; he just grunted with a thrust.

When Darius latched his mouth onto Zane's scent gland, suckling beside the mark Lorenzo left while he quivered from head to toe, Zane wrapped his arms around him, hugging him, before he looked over Darius's shoulder and straight at Lorenzo with wanton eyes.

Lorenzo had his cock inside Darius, pumping him with powerful thrusts while his lust-filled eyes were on Zane.

Zane could not believe it.

He had dreamt of this before.

The three of them connected with each other.

It was better than his dream, though, and he felt... happy.

"Relax," Lorenzo said. "Both of you."

This time, Zane willfully listened.

He closed his eyes while Darius sucked on his neck, appreciating the way their bodies jerked back and forth. He relished the feeling. Soon, the time went by, seemingly too quickly, seemingly in seconds. In the end, when it was all over—when it was all said and done—realization came.

He had given himself over to them both, offering his neck to them to bite down on. Yet they did not claim him. He had no mark imprinted on his neck the way they carried each other's mark—a symbol of their love.

It seemed as long as they had each other, he would always be considered an outsider, a nobody, irrelevant, a hole for them to just stick their cocks into whenever they were bored.

It should not have hurt; Zane had known this.

It did, though, more than he imagined it would.

His heart ached.

His soul felt empty.

He should have known better.

It was impossible to love someone like him.