The scent of the sea, salty and sweet, mingled with the breeze as it played through the white silk curtains of the open-air villa. Waves whispered against the shore, though tonight they were drowned by the rhythmic beat of your heart.

Barefoot on the patio, your toes curled into the smooth wood as you gazed at the moonlit ocean. How had it come to this—how had they all agreed to share you?

A warm hand brushed your shoulder. Zayne stood behind you, hazel-green eyes glowing softly. No suit, no badge—just him, his black hair tousled by the wind.

“Didn’t think you were the type to get lost in thought,” he teased. “What’s on your mind?”

Before you could answer, Sylus leaned on the railing, silver hair reflecting the moonlight. His smug smile promised trouble, dark sleeves pushed up just enough to tempt.

“I bet I know,” he drawled, eyes locking with yours. “She’s wondering how she’ll handle us tonight.”

“Or if you’re even worth it,” Rafayel’s playful voice cut in. He approached barefoot, his loose white shirt rippling in the breeze, purple hair shimmering faintly as he brushed a strand from your face.

“I say we stop making her think,” he added with a mischievous grin.

A soft hand touched yours—Xavier. His silver hair fell over his brow, his white sweater softening his usual intensity. He smiled gently, fingers twining with yours. “Tonight’s your break,” he whispered.

Warm arms slid around your waist, Caleb’s chin resting on your shoulder. His violet eyes flickered with emotion; their usual sharpness was softened.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, his voice a soothing hush. “We’ll take care of you.”

Your pulse raced, overwhelmed yet electrified. The danger of being desired by so many powerful men lingered at the edges—but under the stars, danger dissolved. All that remained was the intoxicating thrill of being wanted.