The soft sound of knocking barely registered in Grace’s sleep-hazed mind. She stirred slightly, shifting closer to the warmth enveloping her from behind.
Rune’s arm tightened around her waist, pulling her snugly against his chest. His lips ghosted along the back of her neck in a lazy, affectionate gesture.
"Come in," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
The door creaked open, allowing the faint scent of morning tea and fresh bread to drift in. Someone stepped inside, and the room was instantly flooded with bright light as the switch was flipped.
And the very next second, the sound of a sharp inhale echoed in the now-illuminated room.
Grace barely reacted as she was still drifting in the comfortable haze of sleep. It had been a while since she got to sleep this carelessly. Considering the situation of the current world, she had always been on high alert even though her apartment was well-protected.
But while she was still drifting between consciousness and sleep, Rune was fully awake. He smirked against her skin, already knowing who just entered into the room. He didn’t bother hiding his amusement as he glanced toward the intruder.
"Well, good morning to you too, Davian," he drawled.
Silence stretched for a few beats before Davian finally found his voice. "Get up," he said, his tone strangely forced. "Breakfast is ready."
Grace, still caught between waking and sleeping, frowned slightly. She heard him too, and noticed that something about his voice sounded... off. She rubbed her eyes, blinking drowsily before focusing them on the person standing next to the door.
Davian.
Her heart skipped a beat, suddenly hyperaware of how she was currently wrapped in nothing but Rune’s embrace and completely bare beneath the covers.
Rune chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying Davian’s predicament. "Why so stiff, Davian? Could it be that you are shy?" His teasing tone sent shivers down Grace’s spine, though she was too mortified to fully acknowledge them just yet. Find your next adventure on Freewebnovel
"I didn’t expect to walk in on... this," Davian muttered, already turning his back to them as though the mere sight of their entangled forms burned him. His jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "Just get dressed and come down soon."
Grace too wasn’t expecting for something like this to happen. While she had been dating these three men for so long, they never came across a moment where the others had to witness her being this intimate with one of them... the usual kisses were definitely not being counted here.
She knew she should say something, anything, but Rune spoke first.
"Why don’t you stay?" He mused, his lips brushing against her temple as he pulled her even closer. His voice dropped, sultry and filled with mischief. "You always talk about how much you love her. Now’s your chance to prove it."
Grace’s breath hitched, heat rushing to her cheeks. She couldn’t tell exactly what was going through his head as he kept instigating Davian despite being aware of just how much uncomfortable the latter was feeling.
"Rune-"
"Oh, don’t be so modest, sweetheart," he murmured, silencing her. "You know he wants to." His hand traced slow, teasing circles on her hip beneath the blanket.
Davian stiffened, his breathing uneven. "Rune, shut up."
But Rune only smirked. "What? Afraid you’ll lose control?" He sighed dramatically, as if disappointed. "Honestly, I expected more from you. But I suppose you’d rather stand there like a good little partner than admit you want her just as badly as I do."
"Rune," Grace finally spoke, her voice hoarse from sleep. She shifted slightly, turning just enough to catch a glimpse of Davian’s tense posture. "Davian, are you-"
"I’m leaving," he said stiffly, taking a step toward the door.
She called out immediately. "Wait-"
Rune’s smirk deepened, sensing an opportunity. "Why are you running away, Davian?" he asked lazily. "I think Grace wants you to stay." He nuzzled against her shoulder, pressing a lingering kiss there before murmuring, "Don’t you, sweetheart?"
She still had not fully caught on to Rune’s game which made her hesitate for a moment, but then she found herself nodding her head. "I - yes."
Davian turned his head slightly, his muscles visibly tensing.
Rune grinned. "See? She wants you to wake her up with soft, sweet kisses."
Grace barely had time to process what Rune had just said before Davian moved.
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In the span of a heartbeat, he was at the bed, pulling her into his arms, crushing his lips against hers in a kiss so deep it stole the air from her lungs.
A startled gasp left her before she melted into him, her body arching instinctively. The raw intensity of his touch, the desperation in the way he held her, sent heat coursing through her veins.
It was only when the blanket slipped down, exposing the bare curve of her shoulder, that realization struck her like lightning.
She was completely naked... and he could see her.
A sharp gasp left her, but Davian didn’t pull away. If anything, he kissed her harder, his hands gripping her waist as if he couldn’t bear to let go.
She trembled beneath his touch, torn between embarrassment and the undeniable pleasure of his lips moving against hers.
Rune chuckled, his voice laced with amusement and something darker. "Well, well. Look at you, Davian. You were so against it, yet now you are devouring her."
Davian growled against Grace’s lips, his fingers tightening on her skin. "Shut up."
Rune only hummed, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to Grace’s exposed shoulder. His lips were warm, teasing, sending another shiver through her already over-sensitized body.
The combination of Davian’s bruising kiss and Rune’s feather-light touches made her head spin. A soft moan escaped her before she could stop it.
Davian’s breathing turned ragged. He pulled back just enough to look at her, his stormy gaze filled with something wild.
Rune leaned in, murmuring near her ear, "What do you say, sweetheart? Should we give Davian a proper welcome?"
Davian exhaled harshly, his grip tightening. "You are insufferable."
Rune smirked against her skin. "And yet, here you are."
Grace, caught between them, could only surrender to the fire threatening to consume them all.