Elowen's POV

The living room was quiet, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions I'd experienced in the past few days. The gentle hum of the outside world filtered through the window, and I sank deeper into the plush couch, letting the cushions envelop me. My thoughts drifted, lingering on the moments I had shared with Lysander and Zephyr, both exhilarating and confusing.

I was still processing everything—their protectiveness, their desires, and the way they made me feel. Each brother had a unique intensity, and I found myself lost in their complexities, but it was the silence that brought me the most peace.

Zander entered the room, breaking my reverie. His presence filled the space, tall and confident. He always had a way of commanding attention without even trying. "Hey," he said, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

"Hey," I replied, returning his smile with a shy one of my own. He sauntered over and plopped down next to me, the couch sinking slightly under his weight.

"What are you doing all alone?" he asked, tilting his head, his expression curious. "You look like you're in another world."

"I was just thinking," I admitted, trying to sound casual. My heart raced slightly as I realized how close he was sitting.

"About what?" Zander's gaze was intense, as if he could see right through me. I fidgeted, unsure of how to answer.

"Just... everything, I guess," I replied, avoiding his eyes. I couldn't help but feel a bit shy under his scrutiny.

He chuckled softly, leaning back against the couch with a relaxed posture. "Thinking about how much fun you had with my brothers?"

I blushed at his teasing tone, and I felt my heart race at the mention of them. "I... um, I wouldn't say that."

"I happened to be looking out the window when yo were out on the porch with Zephyr and trust me, I enjoyed the view thoroughly," Zander continued, leaning in closer. His teasing made me squirm, but I couldn't deny the thrill it sent through me.

I brushed my hair behind my ear absentmindedly, a nervous habit that seemed to ignite something in Zander. His expression shifted, his eyes darkening as he focused on my movement. "You're not helping your case, you know," he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his tone, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within me. "I didn't mean to," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Didn't mean to what? Make me want you?" he asked, his gaze piercing into mine. I froze, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.

Before I could respond, Zander shifted closer, closing the gap between us. The warmth radiating from him was intoxicating, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. "You're so innocent, Elowen," he murmured, his voice almost a growl. "It's cute."

My breath hitched as I felt his hand reach for mine, his fingers intertwining with mine. The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, awakening desires I didn't fully understand. "Zander..." I started, but my voice trailed off as he leaned in, his lips hovering dangerously close to mine.

"I can't help myself," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. I could see the intensity in his eyes, a burning desire that mirrored my own apprehension.

Just as I thought he would close the distance, he pulled back slightly, his gaze searching mine. "Do you want this, Elowen?" he asked, his voice steady yet laced with urgency.

I hesitated, my heart racing. Did I want this? The heat radiating from him was overwhelming, and every fiber of my being screamed for me to say yes. But the uncertainty held me back.

"I—" I stammered, my words tangled in my throat.

Zander seemed to sense my hesitation, and his expression shifted from teasing to something more serious. "You don't have to be scared," he said softly, brushing his thumb over my knuckles. "I'm not going to hurt you."

His reassurance steadied me, and I felt a surge of courage. "I'm not scared of you," I finally said, my voice stronger than I felt.

He grinned, a mixture of triumph and something darker flickering in his eyes. "Good. Because I don't think I can hold back much longer."

Before I could process his words, he leaned in again, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. The world around us melted away, and all I could focus on was the way his mouth moved against mine, firm yet tender. I melted into the kiss, feeling a rush of warmth spreading through my body.

Zander's hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. My heart raced as his fingers grazed the small of my back, sending waves of heat through me.

I gasped against his lips, the shock of his touch igniting a fire within me. Zander deepened the kiss, his tongue teasingly brushing against mine, and I responded instinctively, losing myself in the moment.

As the kiss intensified, Zander's hands began to wander. He pulled me onto his lap, his grip firm yet possessive. I could feel his muscles tensing beneath me, and the sensation sent another wave of desire coursing through me.

I whimpered softly, the sound escaping my lips before I could stop it. Zander's lips curled into a smug smile against my mouth, clearly pleased with my reaction. "See? You're not as innocent as you pretend to be," he murmured against my skin, trailing kisses down my neck.

The warmth of his mouth sent shivers racing down my spine. I was overwhelmed by the sensations, my body responding to him instinctively. I felt a heady mix of shyness and exhilaration, a conflicting dance of emotions that left me breathless.

"Zander..." I breathed, but the rest of my sentence was lost as he found the delicate skin beneath my ear, kissing and sucking lightly. I felt myself arch into him, craving more of his touch, even as my mind screamed at me to hold back.

"God, Elowen, you're driving me crazy," he groaned, pulling back to look into my eyes. The heat in his gaze was intense, and I felt myself getting lost in the depths of his desire.

He captured my face in his hands, thumbs brushing over my cheeks as he leaned in again, capturing my lips with a fierceness that left me dizzy. I kissed him back with equal fervor, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pressed myself against him.

Zander's hands began to explore, starting at my waist, where his fingers lingered for just a moment before sliding up my sides. I could feel the roughness of his calloused palms against my skin, sending tingling sensations coursing through me. As his hands moved higher, my breath hitched in my throat, anticipation coiling tightly in my stomach.

Zander, however, didn't seem to notice. His focus remained entirely on me, his expression filled with a raw intensity that made my breath hitch once more."I need you," he murmured against my lips, his breath hot. "I can't hold back anymore."

When his fingers brushed over my breast, he squeezed gently, eliciting a soft gasp from me. It was a simple action, yet it held an electric weight that made my heart race even faster. The pressure of his palm felt both possessive and possessively soft, igniting every nerve ending in my body. I could hardly think, my mind a whirlwind of sensations as he claimed me with that kiss, drowning me in desire.

The kiss deepened, and I found myself instinctively leaning into him, craving more of his touch. Zander responded to my eagerness, his kiss growing more fervent, more demanding, as though he were trying to absorb every part of me. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his body pressed against mine, strong and unyielding, grounding me in a way that made everything else disappear.

My hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers gripping tightly as if anchoring myself against the tidal wave of emotions crashing over me. With every brush of his lips against mine, every gentle squeeze of his hand, I felt myself melting, surrendering to the overwhelming passion that swirled around us.

But just as I began to lose myself entirely in the moment, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house, a reminder of reality. My heart raced as I pulled back slightly, breathless and wide-eyed, caught between wanting to stay lost in Zander's embrace and the sudden awareness that we were no longer alone.

"Looks like we're not the only ones home," he said, his voice low.

Lysander and Zephyr walked in, their voices carrying through the house. My cheeks flushed crimson as I glanced over at Zander, who still held me close, the remnants of our heated moment lingering in the air between us.

Lysander's voice was warm and teasing as he stepped into the living room. "Did you miss us, Elowen?" he joked, his charming smirk brightening his face. But then, his gaze flickered toward Zander and me, and the playful atmosphere shifted. Zephyr's demeanor changed instantly, his eyes narrowing as he zeroed in on my neck.

I instinctively reached up to touch the sensitive skin, suddenly hyper-aware of the mark left there, a vivid reminder of the passionate moments we'd just shared. My heart raced again, this time from embarrassment. Zander's hand lingered at my waist, a silent reassurance, but I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks as I tried to avoid Zephyr's penetrating gaze.

"Look at that," Zephyr drawled, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he stepped closer. "Seems like someone had a little fun while we were gone." His voice was teasing, yet there was a dangerous undertone that made my pulse quicken.

Zander, still holding me protectively, shot a playful glare at Zephyr. "Yeah, well, I think you should mind your own business," he retorted, but there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

Ignoring Zander's response, Zephyr closed the distance between us, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I like how our mark looks on you, little dove," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. The pet name sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my cheeks flush deeper as he leaned in closer, kissing my cheek softly before trailing his lips to my neck. The sensation was electrifying, and I couldn't help but squirm, my heart racing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

"Zephyr, stop it," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I tried to pull away, but he had me captivated in his embrace. I felt utterly shy and exposed, my heart hammering as I caught a glimpse of Zander's amused expression over Zephyr's shoulder.

"You know you love it, Elowen," Zander teased, his voice low and smooth. He clearly relished my embarrassment, enjoying the way my cheeks burned under their scrutiny.

Zephyr pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his own dark and intense. "You should wear it with pride, Elowen. It's a reminder of how much we care about you," he said, his tone surprisingly sincere despite the playful edge. The weight of his words settled heavily in the air, a sweet yet possessive promise that sent a thrill through me.

I bit my lip, torn between feeling flattered and completely shy. The way they looked at me, with such intensity and affection, made my stomach flutter. "I—um, I didn't mean for this to happen," I stammered, my words tumbling out in a rush as I tried to explain, but it only made their smirks widen.

"Sweetheart, there's no need to explain," Lysander said, stepping closer and leaning against the wall with a lazy confidence. "You're allowed to enjoy yourself."

"Yeah," Zander added, his voice teasing yet filled with warmth. "And I think it looks good on you. It suits you, little dove."

As their gazes remained fixed on me, I felt like I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, their playful banter making me feel both cherished and utterly vulnerable. The warmth of their words wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, but the intensity of the moment left me feeling shy and breathless.

Zephyr leaned in once more, pressing a gentle kiss against the hickey, his lips lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. "It's a perfect reminder of what you mean to us," he murmured, the heat of his body radiating against mine. I could hardly breathe, overwhelmed by the combination of affection and teasing that filled the air.

"Okay, okay," I finally managed to say, my voice shaky as I attempted to regain some semblance of composure. "Can we, like, not talk about this anymore?"

Zander chuckled, clearly enjoying my embarrassment. "Too late for that, Elowen. You've given us plenty of material to work with now."

I hid my face in my hands, my heart racing as I realized just how much I cherished these moments with them—moments that made me feel alive and desired, even in my shyest state.

With a soft laugh, Lysander stepped in, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "Just remember, little dove, you're ours. No one gets to mark you like we do."

I instinctively hid my face in my hands, wishing I could disappear, but the truth was that I cherished these moments with them—moments that ignited a spark within me I never knew existed. Their eyes were glued to me, possessive and hungry, like I was the only thing that mattered in their world. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once.

"Look at you, all flustered and shy," Lysander said, his voice low and teasing as he moved closer, a wicked smile dancing on his lips. "You have no idea what you do to us, do you?"

I could barely meet their gaze, overwhelmed by the intensity of their stares. It was as if they could see right through me, and the realization sent a rush of heat through my body. I felt exposed, vulnerable, yet there was an undeniable thrill in knowing they were the ones who had this effect on me.

"You're ours, Elowen," Zephyr growled, his voice deep and commanding as he stepped forward, his presence enveloping me. "And when you're like this, it takes everything in us not to lose control." His eyes were dark, filled with a fierce intensity that made my heart race even faster.

"Honestly," Zander chimed in, his tone playful yet firm, "you might want to leave before we decide it's time for a long night." His gaze was full of promise and warning, a tantalizing blend that made my pulse quicken.

I swallowed hard, torn between the desire to flee and the irresistible pull I felt towards them. "I-I should go," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, but I couldn't make myself move. Instead, I stood there, frozen in place, caught in the magnetic hold of their attention.

"Don't you dare," Zephyr commanded, taking a step closer, invading my personal space. His eyes were fierce, demanding, and I felt a shiver run down my spine at his proximity. "You're not going anywhere until we're done with you."

A gasp escaped my lips as I felt the tension between us thicken, charged with unspoken desires and the promise of something more. The way they looked at me—hungry, possessive—made me feel both cherished and utterly overwhelmed.

"Sweet little dove," Lysander murmured, his voice soft yet dripping with a raw intensity that made my heart race. "You have no idea what you do to us. Just look at you, all shy and innocent. It's driving us wild."

The way he said it sent a thrill through me, igniting a fire deep within that I could no longer ignore. I had never felt anything like this before, and I wasn't sure how to handle it. Their desire was palpable, wrapping around me like a warm embrace, and I couldn't help but respond to it, my body betraying my mind.

"You need to leave now," Zander warned, his voice low and rough, but there was a hint of something softer beneath his possessive exterior. "Unless you want to find out just how long we can keep you here."

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked from one brother to the other, their eyes filled with a mix of teasing, desire, and something more profound. I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff, ready to plunge into the depths of their affection and possessiveness.

"I don't want to leave," I finally admitted, my voice shaky yet defiant. The admission hung in the air, thick with tension. The spark of courage fueled by my desire to be close to them surged through me.

"Good," Zephyr said, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he took a step closer, closing the distance between us. "Because we're just getting started, and you're going to want to be a part of it."

I gasped again, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as the implications of his words sank in. I had never felt so alive, so desired, and the thrill of it all was intoxicating. I couldn't help but respond to their possessiveness, feeling drawn into their world where they protected what was theirs.

With a deep breath, I let myself sink into the moment, knowing that whatever was about to unfold, I was ready to embrace it completely.

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lol what do you think is going to happen next?