Tension crackled through the air like lightning.

Ezren had you pinned against his chest, one hand splayed possessively over your hip. His voice was low, dangerous, but laced with something… needy.

“He’s flushed. Look at him. You’re overwhelming him, Kairo.”

Kairo stepped forward, cocky grin sharp enough to cut glass. “You sure it’s not you making him tremble like that?” His fingers brushed your jaw. Light. Teasing.

Ezren growled—but instead of words, he pulled you in and crushed his lips against yours. Hard. Hungry. Like he was trying to remind you who kissed you first.

You gasped into it, barely processing before Kairo tugged you away just enough to claim your mouth next. His kiss was different—slower, deeper, but no less intense. “Mine too,” he murmured against your lips.

They didn’t stop.

Ezren kissed your neck, biting gently. Kairo nipped at your earlobe, hand slipping to your waist.

You whimpered, caught in the middle of a war made of mouths and touch. Your knees nearly gave out as they took turns—each kiss sharper, hungrier, more desperate than the last.

“I don’t care if we share him,” Ezren hissed, licking into your mouth again. “But I need him to know who owns his heart.”

“Heart?” Kairo chuckled darkly, breath warm against your neck. “Darling, I’m after all of him.”

And you—blushing, breathless, barely able to stand—were the prize they refused to stop fighting for.