novelraw Chapter 502: Tell Me What You Want
Chapter 502: Tell Me What You Want
Lachlan’s smile was immediate and smug as he looked at Sera. "And yet you still love me."
The moment he opened his mouth, she leaned forward and kissed him.
It wasn’t gentle. Not at first.
It was warm and sure and practiced, the kind of kiss that didn’t ask questions because it already knew the answers. Lachlan made a pleased sound against her mouth and curled his arm around her waist, pulling her closer until her knees pressed the edge of the mattress on either side of his legs.
Sera broke the kiss for a brief second only to murmur, "Of course I love you. But one more comment about a fourth child and you’re doing the whole bedtime routine for a month."
Lachlan’s eyes lit like a boy who’d just been handed a weapon he liked. "It would be so worth it."
Sera leaned in again, bit lightly at his lower lip—just enough to make him inhale sharply—and then she pulled back with a small, satisfied smile.
That was when Aerenyx moved.
Not fast. Never frantic. Just inevitable.
He came up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, fingers spreading as if he needed to confirm she was really there. The touch was gentle, but the feeling behind it was so intense it made Sera’s breath go shallow.
Aerenyx lowered his mouth to the side of her neck, right under her ear.
A soft gentle kiss. One that barely grazed her skin and made her wonder for a moment if she had imagined it or not.
But then it was quickly followed by another... and another after that.
She could feel the tension in her shoulders leave as he continued to place soft kisses onto her skin like he had all the time in the world.
She could feel his lips dancing in a slight smile just as she felt his teeth grazing over the pulse in her neck, nipping just hard enough to wring a moan out of her mouth.
"Hi," he murmured against her skin, voice low like he was telling her a secret.
Sera tilted her head, giving him more room without thinking. "Hi," she breathed back as he turned his attention back to her neck.
Zubair’s hand slid to the small of her back, steady and warm. He didn’t crowd her. He just anchored her, the way he anchored everything else in her life. Opening her mouth, any air that had been trapped in her lungs fled in a long sigh.
He pressed a kiss to her other shoulder, a direct contrast to the slightly stinging nips that Aerenyx was giving her.
From a distance, she could hear when Psycho rose from the rug and stepped in close.
He didn’t touch her immediately. He watched her face—her breathing, her eyelids fluttering, the small shiver that ran through her as Aerenyx kissed her neck again. Psycho tracked those details like data, like truth, like something he could use to calibrate the world.
"You’re smiling," he said quietly, almost to himself.
Sera’s laugh came out shaky. "Am I?"
He nodded once. "That means it’s right."
And then his hands came up—careful but certain—and cupped her face, thumbs brushing her cheekbones as if her skin was something precious and breakable. Psycho leaned in and kissed her mouth with a surprising softness, slow and deep, like he was learning her all over again even though he’d had ten years to memorize her.
Sera’s knees went weak.
Not because she was overwhelmed.
Because she was held like the most precious thing in the world.
Aerenyx tightened his grip around her hips when he felt her sway, bracing her without even thinking about it. Zubair’s hand pressed firm against her lower back. Lachlan shifted on the bed and curled an arm around her waist from the front, trapping her between them with the kind of ease that only came from practice.
Sera exhaled and let her head fall back against Aerenyx’s shoulder.
Aerenyx’s mouth found her temple. "There," he murmured. "That."
Sera’s eyes closed.
The room warmed—subtly at first, as if the fire had decided to breathe harder. Zubair didn’t look at the hearth, but Sera felt it anyway: the way the heat rose, the way the cold at her skin softened until she wasn’t chilled at all.
Outside the windows, snow drifted past in lazy spirals.
Then it slowed.
Not stopping—never stopping—but slowing into something softer, thicker, almost dreamy.
Psycho’s magic, gentle as a lullaby, turning the storm into something that felt like a blanket laid over the mountain.
Sera laughed under her breath, eyes still closed. "You two are showing off."
Zubair’s voice came low near her ear. "You like it."
Psycho’s answer was immediate. "She’s warm. That’s the point."
Lachlan made a quiet, pleased sound and kissed her again—quick, teasing, the kind of kiss that sparked laughter and heat at the same time. "Come on," he murmured against her mouth. "Enough standing. I want you where I can keep you."
Sera opened her eyes and looked at the bed, then at them.
Four men.
Four kinds of devotion.
Aerenyx, soft and unwavering, always bending toward her like a flower to the sun.
Lachlan, bright and mischievous, made for laughter and heat and the kind of intimacy that didn’t need permission to be playful.
Zubair, steady and careful, building home around her until she could breathe.
Psycho, intense and singular, loving her like a vow he repeated every second.
And her—right in the center, not because they demanded it, but because they chose it.
Because she chose it.
Sera lifted her hands and placed them over Aerenyx’s, where they rested on her hips. She squeezed once, a silent message.
I’m here. I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.
Aerenyx’s breath hitched, like a man who still didn’t know what to do with how much he loved her. His arms tightened, careful not to squeeze too hard.
Zubair brushed his knuckles down her arm and took her hand, pressing a slow kiss to her fingers before lacing them with his. He brought her hand to his chest again—right over his heart—and held it there like he needed the reminder.
Psycho’s gaze stayed locked on her face. "Tell me what you want."