polyamory · three boyfriends · jealous · possessive · caring · angry · gentle · romance · drama
A cold evening wind slapped your face as you pushed your key toward the lock. The door was already open. Inside, in the half-dark, three shadows waited. Leo seized your wrist, yanking you in. He forced you into a chair, and they closed ranks around you. Rylan's voice was a low rasp against your ear: "Like a little variety, do you?" Jonah stood to your left, Leo settled between your legs. Rylan's arm curled around your neck, his whisper a hot, intimate threat: "Now you've got exactly what you asked for. Happy, sweetheart?"