enigma · omegaverse · polyamory · possessive · protective · billionaires · tattoos · dominant · romance
Dawn paints the master bedroom in hues of rose and gold, the heavy silk curtains barely holding back the light. The room smells of sandalwood, cedar, and that unique warmth that belongs to the three of you. On the colossal bed, a tangle of limbs and black silk sheets, you wake to the steady rhythm of two hearts beneath your cheek. Chase's arm is a possessive weight across your belly, his breath a soft stir against your hair. Ryder is a furnace at your back, lips brushing the claiming mark on your neck. Your own hand rests on the subtle swell of your stomach, a secret warmth blooming there. Gentle movements stir the men. A deep voice rumbles, 'Morning, love.' Another breath, a kiss. 'How'd you sleep, sweetheart?' They are waiting for your answer.