Entangled in Eternity

I wake up on the cold hardwood floor, the hallway dimly lit by the soft, grey light of morning. My body is stiff, the remnants of sleep leaving me disoriented for a moment, until the memories from last night rush back. The argument, the confrontation, the revelation about my ancestry—it all weighs on me like a lead blanket.

I sit up, my head heavy with exhaustion and confusion. My heart is still racing from the whirlwind of emotions I've barely been able to process. My fingers instinctively brush over the tender bruises on my wrists, reminders of the moment when Dante's frustration boiled over. But it's not just the physical pain that hurts—it's the deeper truth that now gnaws at my core.

The revelation of my lineage, my connection to ancient power, has torn something open inside me. What was a simple investigation has turned into something much more dangerous and complex. I never asked for this, never imagined I would be thrust into a world where my very existence carries such weight.

And yet, despite everything—despite the fear, the anger, the betrayal—I still want them. Dante, Nikolai, and Lila. I want to belong to them, with them, no matter what that means.

I can feel it deep inside, the pull toward them like an invisible tether. They are dangerous. They came for me with ulterior motives, but I'm not ready to walk away. My mind spins with thoughts of what could have been if I hadn't met them, if I hadn't dug too deep. I might have never known about this part of myself. I might still be safe, still human in the ways that matter most.

But now… now I am something else. My bloodline ties me to the supernatural world in ways that terrify me, and yet, it also anchors me to the trio. The truth has changed things, but one thing remains clear: I need them. And they need me.

I can't deny the connection we share. No matter how much it scares me, no matter how angry I am, I can't push them away. I've chosen this. I've chosen them.

With a deep breath, I stand, feeling the heaviness in my limbs as I make my way back into the main room where they wait.

The argument has quieted when I enter, but the tension in the air is unbearable. I sit in the center of it all, feeling the weight of their emotions pressing down on me. Dante stands apart, his eyes fixed on the floor, his jaw clenched tight. I can feel the frustration radiating off him, and though Nikolai has fallen into a tense silence, I know he hasn't let go of his anger. Lila, always the calm center, lingers between them, trying to mediate, but even she seems worn down by the strain.

And me? I feel like I'm caught in a storm, the emotional energy swirling around us, leaving me breathless. The argument between Dante and Nikolai has revealed the fractures beneath the surface—their different ideas about how to deal with the rogues, their fears for our future. But under all of that is another tension, something that has been building between all of us for days.

Desire. A pull so strong, so undeniable, that it makes the air around us feel electric. And at the heart of it, there is Dante, standing with his back to me, refusing to look at me even as I feel the weight of his presence pressing against my skin.

He wants me. I know that. I can feel it as clearly as the others' desire, as if our bond has deepened to the point where their emotions bleed into mine. But with Dante, there is more than just want—there is fear. A fear that I know is holding him back, that is keeping him distant.

I can't let that happen. I can't let him keep pushing me away.

"Dante," I say softly, breaking the silence. His shoulders stiffen, but he doesn't turn to face me. He won't look at me.

Nikolai shoots him an exasperated glance, though his teasing is gone, replaced by a deeper frustration. "You're thinking too much again, Dante," he says, though there's no bite to his words, just weariness. "She's already with us. You can't keep pushing her away."

Dante doesn't respond. He doesn't even move.

I glance at Lila, hoping she will step in, but her gaze is focused on me, her quiet understanding shining in her eyes. She has turned out to be my anchor in moments like this, her presence grounding me when the world feels too chaotic. But this—this is something I have to face myself.

I stand slowly, the cool air brushing against my skin as I make my way toward Dante. Every step feels like walking into a storm, the tension between us so thick it's hard to breathe. I stop just behind him, close enough to feel the heat of his body, close enough to see the tightness in his jaw, the strain in his muscles.

"You're pushing me away," I say, my voice soft but firm. "I know what you're afraid of, but I'm already in this. I've already made my choice."

For a moment, he doesn't move. Then, slowly, he turns to face me, his eyes dark and stormy as they meet mine. "You don't understand what you've gotten yourself into, Olivia," he says, his voice low and rough. "You think you do, but it's different when you're in this deep. You're not just playing with fire—you're standing in it."

"I know," I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest. "But you're treating me like I'm fragile, like I'll break if you get too close."

At that, something shifts in him. His eyes flash with a sudden intensity, his control slipping for just a moment. Before I can react, he grabs my arm, pulling me closer, his grip firm but not painful. The force of it shocks me, and I gasp softly as his eyes lock onto mine, his expression dark and full of barely restrained emotion. I panic for a split second remembering the bruises on my wrist and the way he lashed out.

"You don't get it," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "We could break you. All of us. Do you even know what we're capable of? Do you understand how close you are to losing yourself completely?"

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, the raw power behind them leaving me breathless. I can feel the heat of his body pressed against mine, the tension radiating off him in waves. He isn't just afraid for me—he's afraid of himself. Afraid of what he might do if he lets go.

But I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of him, or the others, or the world I've stepped into. I've already made my choice. I've already fallen.

"I do understand," I whisper, my voice trembling but steady. "And I trust you. I trust that you won't."

Dante's eyes narrow, his grip tightening just slightly, as if he's testing the limits of his control. "You don't know what you're asking for, Olivia."

"If I don't know what I'm asking for," I say, darting my tongue over my bottom lip, taking a breath to steady myself. "You could show me."

For a long moment, he just stares at me, his breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts. I can see the war inside him—the battle between his desire and his fear. But then something in him snaps. His control, the rigid wall he's built around himself, shatters.

"Damn it, Olivia," he growls, and before I can say anything more, his lips crash into mine.

The kiss is hard, almost desperate, and I feel my body melt into him, my hands instinctively reaching for him as I cling to the heat of his touch. There's nothing gentle about it—no hesitation, no restraint. This is Dante finally letting go, finally giving in to everything he's been holding back. And it's overwhelming.

I gasp against his mouth as his arms wrap around me, pulling me tighter against him. His hands roam my back, possessive, rough, as if he's afraid to let me go. I can feel the heat of his frustration, his anger, his desire, all wrapped up in that single kiss. It's raw, unfiltered.

Behind me, I feel Lila move, her soft hands slipping onto my shoulders, grounding me with her touch. She leans in, her breath warm against my neck as she presses a kiss to my skin, her softness a contrast to Dante's intensity. Nikolai moves closer too, his fingers brushing my arm as his lips hover near my ear.

"You're ours now, sweetheart," Nikolai whispers, his voice low and teasing, but there's a dark edge to it that makes my heart race.

Dante's lips never leave mine as his hands move lower, gripping my waist with an intensity that leaves me breathless. When he finally pulls back, his forehead resting against mine, his breath is ragged, his eyes burning with a mix of desire and frustration.

"This is dangerous," he whispers, though his body betrays his words as he leans into me, his hands still holding me tightly. "You could lose everything."

"I'm not afraid," I whisper back, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him closer. "I need this. I need you."

"So fucking eager. I hate it." Dante says, but lets out a low growl of surrender, and then he kisses me again, this time with even more urgency, more heat. There's no going back now. His hands roam my body, possessive, and I can feel his control slipping further and further away with every second.

Lila's hands move from my shoulders to my waist, her touch softer but no less intense as she presses closer to me, her lips ghosting over my neck. Nikolai joins them, his hands sliding up my back, his mouth brushing against my ear. I'm not just falling deeper into their world—I'm becoming part of it, entangled in their lives in a way that's impossible to undo. The danger might still be there, looming over us, but right now, in this moment, I don't care.

I'm theirs. And they're mine.

The room seems to spin as the four of us move together in a tangle of limbs and heated breaths. Dante lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to the large bed as Lila and Nikolai follow close behind. My heart races with a mix of nervousness and exhilaration as I'm gently laid down.

Lila's soft hands caress my face, her violet eyes gazing into mine. "We'll take care of you," she whispers, before capturing my lips in a tender kiss. The familiar sensation helps calm my nerves as her fingers trail down my neck.

Dante and Nikolai carefully remove my clothing, their touches reverent yet hungry. I gasp as cool air hits my bare skin, but their warm hands quickly chase away any chill. Nikolai's lips brush my inner thigh as Dante's mouth finds my breast.

Lila's eyes glimmer with knowing as she gazes at me. "Just relax, darling," she purrs. "I can sense your desires. Let us fulfill them."

Her soft lips trail down my neck as Dante and Nikolai's hands roam my body. I gasp as Nikolai's mouth finds my breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. Dante's fingers ghost along my inner thighs, teasing but not quite touching where I ache for contact.

"Please," I whimper, overwhelmed by sensation.

Lila smiles. "Patience, love. We have all night."

She guides Dante's hand to my center. I cry out as his fingers finally make contact, stroking and exploring. Nikolai's mouth moves lower, replacing Dante's fingers with his tongue. The dual sensations leave me writhing beneath them, every nerve in my body alight with pleasure. My hands grip the sheets as if holding on to them is the only thing keeping me grounded.

Lila leans in closer, her breath hot against my skin as her hands move with purpose. Her lips brush against my ear, soft and teasing, sending a shiver down my spine. "You're beautiful like this," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "So open. So ours."

Her words send a rush of heat through me, and I feel my body responding to every touch, every kiss. Dante's hand is firm against my waist, keeping me pinned beneath them, but it's the gentleness in Lila's voice, the playful edge in Nikolai's touch, and the raw hunger in Dante's gaze that pulls me deeper into their world.

I'm overwhelmed, caught between the intensity of the moment and the connection I feel with them. My heart pounds, my breath comes in short gasps, and I can feel the tension coiling tighter inside me, building to a point where I think I might snap.

"Please," I whisper again, my voice trembling with need. "Don't stop."

Lila's fingers brush the side of my face, her eyes full of something deeper than just desire. "We won't," she promises, her lips grazing mine in a slow, teasing kiss. "We'll give you everything."

Nikolai's tongue moves with agonizing precision, pushing me closer to the edge, while Dante's hand slips back down between my legs, his touch firm and demanding. The combination of their attention is too much, and I can feel the pressure inside me building to a breaking point.

I gasp, my body arching against them as the wave of pleasure crashes over me, intense and all-consuming. My vision blurs, my body trembling as I cry out, completely lost in the moment.

Dante's grip on me tightens as he rides out the intensity with me, his breath hot against my neck as he whispers, "That's it, beautiful."

When the last wave of pleasure finally subsides, I collapse back onto the bed, breathless and trembling. My heart is still racing, my skin tingling from the overwhelming sensations, but a quiet calm has settled over me, grounding me in the aftermath.

Lila's hand is the first to pull away, her fingers brushing gently over my skin as if to soothe me. Nikolai's lips leave a final kiss on my thigh before he shifts back, his usual grin softening into something more affectionate as he gazes down at me.

I lie beneath Dante, feeling the heat of their touch on my skin. My breath comes in shallow gasps as their hands and lips trace over me. The whirlwind of desire between us is so intense that it feels like I might break apart under the weight of it all. And maybe that's what I need—to be broken, to be reshaped in this new world where I don't have to stand alone anymore.

Dante's lips leave mine as he pulls back, his forehead still pressed to mine. His eyes are wild, like a storm barely contained. The intensity of his emotions is overwhelming, and I can feel his battle to hold on to his control. His fingers trace the line of my jaw, lingering as if trying to ground himself.

"I've never wanted anything this badly," he whispers, his voice rough.

"I trust you" I say, my voice shaky but firm.

A muscle in his jaw twitches, and his eyes darken further. "You shouldn't."

Lila's soft hand slides up Dante's arm, her calming presence pulling him back from the edge. "She's stronger than you give her credit for, Dante," Lila whispers, her voice full of quiet strength. "We've all seen it."

Dante closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a ragged breath. His body is still taut with tension, but he nods, acknowledging the truth in Lila's words. His control, frayed as it is, steadies.

I glance over at Nikolai, who's watching the two of them with a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You two are exhausting," he teases, his tone light, but I can see the flicker of something deeper in his gaze. "It's really simple, Dante. Either you take her or I will." Warmth pools in my center at the thought.

Dante's growl is low and threatening, but Nikolai just shrugs, completely unbothered. "I'm kidding. Mostly." His gaze flicks to me, his hand brushing against my arm in a way that sends shivers down my spine. "But you're right about one thing, Olivia. You're already one of us, whether you realize it or not, Dante."

Lila presses her lips to my temple, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. I'm falling deeper into their world, into their lives, and I can't pull away now even if I want to. They're right—there's no going back.

I close my eyes, letting myself get lost in the sensation of their touch, the way their hands ground me, soothe me. Dante's weight shifts off me, but his presence is still there, hovering close as if he can't let himself pull too far away.

Behind me, Lila's soft hands continue to roam my skin, her touch light and soothing even as Dante's grip tightens. Nikolai's mouth continues its slow, torturous path down my body, his tongue teasing my sensitive peaks, driving me to the brink of madness.

Dante, who has been watching me with barely restrained intensity, finally moves. He shifts over me, his body pressing me into the mattress, his hands sliding down to my hips with an urgency I've never felt from him before. His lips crash into mine, hot and demanding, and I gasp against his mouth as his body aligns with mine, his need unmistakable.

And then, without warning, Dante enters me.

I cry out, my body arching against him as the sensation overwhelms me. His movements are strong and sure, his control slipping as he finally gives in to the desire he's been holding back for so long. There's nothing gentle about it—no hesitation, no restraint. He's claiming me, his body speaking the words he can't say out loud.

I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as I feel the heat of him surround me. The intensity of the moment is staggering, but I can't stop, can't pull away. I don't want to. I need this. I need him.

One of Lila's hands moves to my breasts, her fingers teasing as she holds me firm with the other hand, her lips trailing soft kisses along my neck. "You're doing so well," she whispers, her voice soft but full of desire.

Nikolai's mouth moves back up my body, his tongue tracing patterns over my skin, his hands gripping my thighs as he holds me steady. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with admiration. "Taking all of him so beautifully."

Dante's pace quickens, his breath hot against my neck as he thrusts into me, each movement driving me higher, closer to the edge. My body is on fire, every nerve alight with sensation as the three of them surround me, their touch, their presence, everything overwhelming me in the best way.

I'm lost in them—in the heat, the intensity, the way they make me feel like I'm the center of their universe. My breath comes in shallow gasps, and I can feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I think I might snap.

"Please," I whimper again, my voice barely a whisper as I feel the pleasure surge through me. "Please don't stop."

Dante's grip on my waist tightens, his movements becoming more urgent as he presses his forehead against mine, his voice low and ragged. "I need you, Olivia." he growls, his control slipping further with every thrust.

"Are you going to cum for us, love?" Lila's words send a shiver through me, and I feel the pressure inside me finally snap. The pleasure hits me in waves, crashing over me with an intensity that leaves me breathless, my body trembling beneath him as I cry out, completely lost in the moment.

Nikolai's hands grip my thighs tighter, his mouth pressing heated kisses to my skin as I come undone. Lila's touch never wavers, her fingers gentle but insistent as she guides me through the aftershocks, her soft murmurs of encouragement grounding me even as the pleasure threatens to pull me under.

When the last wave of pleasure finally subsides, I collapse back into Lila on the bed, breathless and trembling. My heart is still racing, my skin tingling from the overwhelming sensations, but a quiet calm has settled over me, grounding me in the aftermath.

"You did good, sweetheart," Nikolai says softly, his teasing tone gentler now. "So damn good."

Dante is the last to move, his hands lingering on my body as if reluctant to let go. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire, but there's something else there too—something unspoken. His control, always so tightly held, has slipped, and I can see the battle raging inside him even now. But there's a tenderness in his gaze that hasn't been there before, a vulnerability that makes my heart ache.

Lila moves beside me, her hand resting lightly on my arm as she leans down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. "Rest now," she whispers, her voice full of warmth and care. "You've been through enough."

I nod, still too breathless to speak. My body is exhausted, my mind still spinning from the intensity of what has just happened, but there's a sense of peace settling over me now, a calm I haven't felt in days.

As they shift around me, making space for me to rest, I let my eyes drift closed, the warmth of their presence wrapping around me like a protective cocoon. Even Dante, with all his turmoil and control, stays close, his body a steady anchor beside mine.

I don't know what will come next—whether the rogues will find us, whether I will truly be able to wield the power inside me. But for now, in this moment, I'm safe. I'm theirs, and they're mine.

And maybe that's enough for now.