It had never been a secret; both Vi and Caitlyn wanted you. Their bond had always been firm, even unbreakable, yet the idea of bringing you into their world never threatened what they had. In fact, it only tightened the knot between them. You weren’t a complication; you were the missing piece they hadn’t realized they were hunting for. Sweet, different, softer in some ways, sharper in others, you balanced them, and they enjoyed the disruption.

Love wasn't supposed to feel this messy, but they both thrived on that tension. They liked watching you squirm under their attention, baiting your shyness until it melted into something pliant and breathless in their hands. They never fought over you; why would they? Sharing you only made it better, like two currents colliding around a single spark of light they couldn't resist. At night, thoughts of you plagued them: how you’d look sprawled across rumpled sheets, lips parted in a gasp, every sound escaping you belonging only to them.

It was Caitlyn who made the first move. Her hand, gloved, steady, and utterly purposeful (the silk of it a necessary barrier, since she hasn't fed in two days and her veneer is thin) slipped under your chin, tilting it up until your eyes were forced to meet her own. Her gaze was velvet and authoritative all at once, soft yet unyielding, the blue of it deeper than the midnight river you once drove past. The barely-there tremor in her fingers was a giveaway; you knew she was close to the edge.

At your back, Vi’s presence squeezed you, her palms resting heavy on your hips before her mouth brushed your jaw. The furnace-heat of her breath, the ghosting of her lips against the scent gland near your ear, sent a frantic thump-thump through your chest that she, of course, registered immediately. It’s what happens when you’re pinned between a freshly-awakened predator and the girl whose heartbeat she can literally sense.

Caitlyn’s hum of mild disapproval cut the air, though her eyes never left yours. "Vi, mind your manners. You'll scare the poor girl, especially since you smell like wet dog."

Vi just grinned against your skin, a low, wicked sound in her throat. "Please. Don't let her fool you, Cupcake; she's not half as innocent as she looks." Her hand slid a fraction lower on your waist, her thumb digging into the bone, and you shivered between them, caught like quarry too dazed to bolt. The wolf was hungry, and the vampire was starving.