(R18) You Belong To Us, I Belong To Them, A Special Valentines

I wasn't sure when I had lost control of my life.

Maybe it was when I first opened my eyes that morning, expecting nothing more than a quiet, uneventful Valentine's Day. Maybe it was when I saw the beautifully wrapped envelope waiting beside my bed, sealed with a wax crest I didn't recognize. Or maybe it was when I had read the invitation inside—an invitation that contained no sender's name, just an address and an elegant request for my presence.

It should have been my first clue.

And yet, despite every warning bell in my head, despite every instinct telling me that this had trap written all over it, I had still gone.

I thought, Maybe it's just one of them.

But as I stepped into the grand ballroom of the estate, I knew just how wrong I had been.

The venue was breathtaking, lit with floating lanterns that bathed the space in a warm, golden glow. The scent of roses lingered in the air, mingling with the soft sounds of a string quartet playing a romantic melody. A long dining table was set near the windows overlooking a serene lake, the water shimmering under the moonlight. Everything about this place was too perfect.

And then, I saw them.

Diana stood by the window, gazing out at the view, her emerald dress cascading elegantly around her, a vision of composed nobility.

Lillian leaned lazily against one of the marble pillars, a glass of deep red wine in her hand, her golden hair shimmering under the candlelight. She looked like royalty in her black and crimson gown, as if she owned the place.

Tessa was near the bar, her smirk sharp as she twirled the stem of her glass between her fingers, watching me with dangerous amusement. The slit of her midnight-blue dress was high enough to be lethal, her confidence radiating through every movement.

Camille was seated at the dining table, one leg crossed over the other, her cool, analytical gaze taking me in as if I were already hers. She wore something simple yet devastating—a sleek white gown that clung to her in all the right ways.

Claire, standing closest to me, looked almost too eager, her violet eyes shining with excitement. She was dressed in deep red, a more playful touch to her usual style, but there was something darker in her smirk tonight, something mischievous.

And then it hit me.

They were all here. Together.

The realization slammed into me like a full-force spell.

Before I could even react, Lillian stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor, and reached for my hand. She lifted it gently, brushing her lips across my knuckles, her emerald eyes gleaming with something intimate, possessive.

"You came," she murmured, her voice as smooth as silk.

I barely found my breath. "What... exactly is this?"

Lillian smiled, slow and deliberate. "A date, of course."

A pause.

"A date," I repeated, feeling my stomach twist. "With all of you?"

Tessa let out a low chuckle, pushing off the bar and making her way toward me. "That's right, darling," she purred. "You wouldn't want to disappoint us, would you?"

I was so, so doomed.

Dinner was a disaster waiting to happen.

The long, lavish table was set with the finest dishes, flickering candlelight making the crystal glasses glow. The atmosphere was warm, intimate, but there was nothing comforting about the way all five of them were subtly vying for my attention.

I barely had time to choose a seat before things got complicated.

Lillian pulled my chair toward her with a casual ease, as if it was already decided that I would sit beside her. But before I could move, Tessa slid in from the other side, her fingers curling around my wrist as she tugged me just enough to redirect me toward her lap instead.

"Oops," Tessa hummed, her voice entirely too pleased with itself. "Looks like I won instead."

Lillian raised an elegant brow, not amused in the slightest. "Tessa."

Diana sighed, already swirling her wine in its glass. "Children," she murmured, unimpressed. "At least let her sit before you start fighting over her."

Somehow, I managed to land in an actual seat—but the moment I did, I knew escape wasn't an option.

Lillian made sure to pour my wine for me, her fingers trailing lightly over my wrist as she handed me the glass, her voice soft as she murmured, "A princess should be treated well, don't you think?"

Tessa, not to be outdone, leaned in far too close every time she spoke, her breath warm against my ear as she teased, "Tell me, Sera. Do you always get this flustered, or is it just for me?"

Claire, ever the chaotic one, fed me bites of food, grinning every time I hesitated. "Come on, it's part of the date, right? Say 'ah'~."

Camille said very little—but every time I caught her gaze, she was watching me with a knowing smirk, sipping her wine as if she already knew the outcome. "They're exhausting, aren't they?" she murmured at one point, her voice low. "You could always just leave with me instead."

Diana, in contrast, didn't fight for my attention. She didn't need to. She simply commanded it.

A single glance, a subtle, deliberate brush of her fingers against my shoulder as she refilled my drink. The touch was so light, so fleeting, yet it sent a slow, dangerous heat curling through my stomach.

"You're overwhelmed, aren't you?" she murmured, voice smooth as silk, effortlessly composed. Her emerald gaze held mine, heavy, knowing, like she was savoring every second of my unraveling.

"Should I take you somewhere quieter?"

Before I could even consider an answer, I felt the slow, deliberate slide of an arm around my waist.

Lillian.

Her touch was firm, possessive, her fingers spreading just slightly as she pulled me against her. "That's okay," she purred, voice laced with amusement, "I think she's fine right here with me."

A pulse of tension crackled in the air.

Diana's gaze flicked to Lillian's arm, her expression unchanging, but there was a flicker of something—something dangerous.

"Quite selfish, aren't we?" Diana mused, setting her glass down. "I didn't expect this out of you, princess."

Lillian hummed, completely unbothered, her chin resting lightly against my shoulder. "As a princess, I think it's okay to be selfish sometimes."

"Which is why I think Sera should be with me instead."

Camille's voice was smooth, composed, but when I turned, she was already behind me, her touch featherlight as she traced slow, lazy patterns along my jawline.

I shivered.

Her arm slid over my shoulder, pulling me back against her, the cool silk of her dress brushing against my skin. Her lips hovered just near my ear, her voice a soft, tantalizing whisper.

"She seems comfortable like this, doesn't she?"

I sucked in a sharp breath, body stiffening as heat curled low in my stomach.

And then—Tessa's hand.

I barely had time to register it before I felt her fingers trailing up my thigh, slow and infuriatingly teasing, her nails grazing my skin just enough to send a spark of something dangerous through me.

"Don't you think you're being a bit too touchy with her?" Tessa drawled, her smirk practically dripping amusement.

Who's being touchy now?!

I opened my mouth, ready to protest—but before a single word could leave my lips, Diana moved.

She didn't hesitate. Didn't even blink.

She simply got up from her seat, took one step forward, and settled herself onto my lap.

I froze.

The entire room stilled for a moment, as if the air had been sucked out of it.

Her arms draped over my shoulders, her knee shifting just slightly, pressing into my thigh. The scent of expensive perfume, warm spice and something utterly Diana, wrapped around me, sinking into my senses.

I couldn't move.

Couldn't breathe.

A slow, sultry smile curved her lips as she leaned in, her lips just barely hovering over my cheek.

"Looking at you up close," Diana murmured, her fingers grazing the side of my neck, "I just want to eat you up."

My brain short-circuited.

Lillian clicked her tongue, her grip on my waist tightening slightly, as if staking her claim. "Diana, this is a date, not a hunt."

"Oh?" Diana tilted her head, her smile never fading. "Can't it be both?"

Tessa scoffed. "You're all acting like wolves."

Camille smirked. "And what are you, then? A saint?"

Tessa's fingers tightened slightly against my thigh, and I knew immediately—they were all playing dirty.

Somehow, through all of this, Claire was the only sane one.

Her voice cut through the thick, suffocating tension, though even she sounded a little exasperated.

"Guys? Maybe we should do this later...?"

I frantically nodded.

Yes. Please. Later. This was too much.

But none of them moved.

The heat in their gazes, the way their touches lingered just a second too long, the way the air had grown too thick, too charged—

I wasn't escaping this.

Diana didn't move.

None of them did.

I could feel the weight of every gaze on me, the thick, suffocating tension lingering in the air, wrapping around me like an unshakable spell. My entire body felt too hot, too aware, too overwhelmed.

Diana's fingers lightly traced the side of my jaw, her touch agonizingly slow, deliberate. She was still perched on my lap, her emerald gaze flickering with something undeniable, something predatory.

"You're trembling," she murmured, as if she had just made a fascinating discovery.

My breath hitched. I wasn't trembling. Was I?

Lillian, still holding onto my waist, let out a quiet hum, her thumb moving in slow, teasing circles against my hip. "Maybe we should be a little more considerate," she mused, though her grip remained firm.

"Considerate?" Tessa scoffed. "You literally started this, princess."

Camille smirked. "If you're feeling guilty, you can move aside."

Lillian scoffed. "Absolutely not."

Claire groaned. "Gods, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I might actually agree with Tessa. You're all acting like lunatics."

I would have thanked Claire for being the only reasonable one—

Except the moment she finished speaking, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward her.

I barely had time to react before Diana—who had been comfortably seated on my lap—was rudely forced off of me.

Diana blinked in mild shock, but Claire grinned victoriously, pulling me against her chest.

"See? I'm the only sane one here."

I barely processed what was happening before Lillian stepped forward, reaching for my waist again. "Excuse me?" she said, tone polite but entirely too dangerous.

Tessa sighed dramatically. "Okay, I think we're all forgetting the most important thing here."

Diana, now standing beside the table, dusted off her gown. "And that would be?"

Tessa's lips curled into a smirk. "That we haven't decided who gets the first kiss."

Silence.

My heart stopped.

Every single one of them turned to me at the same time.

Oh no. Oh no.

Lillian smirked. "You know," she said smoothly, "it would only be fair if she chose."

Diana raised a brow. "I agree."

Camille chuckled, her fingers skimming the rim of her wine glass. "We could make it more interesting."

Tessa leaned forward, grinning. "How about this? We make a game out of it. Sera picks who she wants to kiss first—but once she does, the rest of us get a turn after."

A turn after?

My lungs gave out.

Claire groaned. "Oh, for the love of—do you even hear yourselves?"

Tessa's smirk didn't fade. "I don't see you objecting."

Claire did not, in fact, object.

Lillian tilted her head, watching me closely. "Well?" she murmured, her hand brushing against mine. "Who will it be, Sera?"

The heat in their gazes, the challenge in their smirks—it was too much.

They were all waiting.

Waiting for me to choose.

I felt my stomach tighten, my pulse slamming against my ribs.

Whoever I picked first would claim the first kiss of the night.

And then—

I would have to face the rest of them.

The weight of five pairs of eyes on me was suffocating, each gaze burning into me with an intensity that made my pulse stutter and stammer, my breath uneven.

I wasn't going to survive this night.

The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on, and the way they were looking at me—hungry, expectant, waiting—made every nerve in my body scream for an escape.

I swallowed hard. "H-How about we leave that for later?" I blurted, desperately searching for an out. "Let's all finish the food and then we head to the dance, yeah?"

A pause.

Lillian let out a soft hum, her fingers still resting lightly on my waist, her gaze sharp with amusement.

Tessa chuckled, shaking her head. "Stalling, are we?"

Camille leaned back slightly, swirling the wine in her glass, watching me with quiet, dangerous interest. "Smart move," she murmured.

Claire exhaled dramatically, throwing her arms up. "Finally, someone with common sense."

Diana, however, didn't move.

She was still staring at me, still watching me like she was memorizing every twitch, every breath, every sign of weakness.

Then, before I could react, she reached out, her fingers curling under my chin, tilting my face up toward her.

"Well," she murmured, voice low, steady, a quiet storm brewing beneath it. "If that's what you want."

Her thumb brushed the corner of my lip.

I forgot how to breathe.

The featherlight touch sent a sharp, dangerous thrill racing through me, and I knew she could feel it—the way my body stiffened under her touch, the way my breath caught ever so slightly.

She was toying with me.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she were about to speak again, but then she simply smirked, her fingers lingering a second longer before she finally pulled away.

I let out a breath I didn't even realize I had been holding.

Diana sat back down, graceful as ever, but her gaze never left mine.

The message was clear.

I wasn't getting out of this night untouched.

The air around me was thick with something dangerous, intoxicating—a tension that refused to dissolve even as the conversation shifted, laughter resumed, and the clinking of silverware against porcelain filled the space once more.

I tried to focus on my food, but the moment Diana's fingers had left my chin, something else had taken its place.

Lillian's hand, still resting lightly on my waist, subtly tightened its grip, as if she were reminding everyone—including me—that she was still there. Her thumb brushed against the fabric of my dress, slow and deliberate, a touch meant to be comforting but felt entirely too possessive.

Across from me, Tessa was watching, her wine glass held between her fingers like an afterthought, though the sharp glint in her eyes told me she was far from indifferent. Her smirk never faded, never wavered, like she was simply waiting for the next opportunity to strike.

Claire had returned to eating—or at least, she was trying to act normal. But I could see it. The way her violet eyes flicked toward me every few seconds, the way her fingers tapped against the rim of her plate as if she was holding herself back.

Camille, of course, remained the picture of calm amusement, sipping her wine in slow, measured sips, as if she were above all of this. But the way her gaze lingered on me, the way her lips curled at the edges, told me otherwise.

And Diana?

Diana was still looking at me.

Not staring, not obvious, but watching.

Like she was waiting for something.

I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the tension coiling in my stomach. I wasn't used to this. To being the center of attention like this. To having them all vying for my affection, all competing in their own ways.

This wasn't a simple Valentine's date anymore.

This was a battlefield.

I reached for my glass, fingers wrapping around the cool stem of the goblet, trying to steady myself. I could feel Lillian's breath against my temple, the way Diana's stare burned into me, the weight of Tessa's smirk pressing against my skin.

The need to escape—to do anything other than sit there, drowning in their presence—was overwhelming.

I needed a distraction.

I cleared my throat, forcing a small, nervous laugh. "We should probably get to the dance soon, right?" I suggested, glancing around, hoping someone—anyone—would take the bait. "It'd be a shame to let the ballroom go to waste."

Lillian hummed, swirling the wine in her glass, looking entirely too pleased. "You're eager, aren't you?" she mused.

"Or maybe she's just trying to run," Camille murmured, her gaze half-lidded, unreadable.

I stiffened. "I'm not—"

Tessa chuckled, pushing her chair back. "I don't know, Sera. I think Camille might be onto something."

I glared at her. "I'm not running."

Tessa smirked. "Oh?" She stood, stretching her arms above her head, her gown shifting with the movement. "Then you won't mind dancing with me first, will you?"

Before I could even open my mouth, Lillian cut in.

"That won't do," she said smoothly, standing up as well. "I should be the first to dance with her. After all, I did invite her here."

Diana sighed, pushing her chair back, her movements elegant, measured. "Honestly," she murmured, brushing an invisible speck off her sleeve. "You're all so impatient."

Claire huffed. "Says the woman who was sitting in her lap five minutes ago."

Diana simply smiled.

I wanted to melt into the floor.

Or disappear entirely.

Instead, I stood, hoping that if I took the lead, I could somehow get control of this situation before it spiraled further.

"How about this," I said quickly, forcing confidence into my voice. "I'll dance with all of you. That way, no one has to fight over me."

A beat of silence.

Then—

Tessa laughed, slow and sultry, shaking her head. "You really have no idea what you just signed up for, do you?"

Diana smirked. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Lillian took my hand before I could react. "Then I'll be first."

I barely had time to breathe before I was pulled onto the dance floor.

And just like that, I lost control again.

The moment Lillian pulled me onto the dance floor, I knew I had made a mistake.

The room seemed to blur around us, the low hum of music weaving through the air as I felt her fingers intertwine with mine, her other hand resting lightly on my waist. She led effortlessly, her grip firm yet gentle, as if she were perfectly in control of every movement.

I should have expected nothing less.

"You're nervous," Lillian murmured, her lips curving into a knowing smile as she guided me into a slow turn.

I scoffed, though it was far too breathless to be convincing. "I'm not nervous."

Her gaze flickered down to my lips, then back to my eyes. "Liar."

I swallowed hard. She was too close, too warm, too intoxicating. The scent of roses and something deeper, richer, clung to her skin.

Her fingers brushed lightly against my hip, a touch so subtle yet deliberate that my entire body reacted.

"Lillian—"

"You know," she murmured, her voice a soft purr, "If you chose me first, you wouldn't have to dance with anyone else tonight."

I felt my stomach tighten. "Lillian—"

Before I could finish, I was torn away from her.

"That's enough."

Diana.

Lillian let out a soft hum of amusement as Diana smoothly stepped in, her hand replacing Lillian's on my waist, her fingers fitting around mine with practiced ease.

I barely had time to react before she swept me into the next dance, leading with a precision that was undeniably regal.

Diana didn't speak at first.

She simply looked at me, watching my every reaction, every breath, every slight shift in my expression.

And then, she leaned in slightly, her lips dangerously close to my ear.

"You really should be more careful, Sera," she murmured, her breath warm against my skin.

I shuddered. "Careful… with what?"

Diana smirked. "With making promises you can't handle."

I barely processed the words before she spun me, bringing me flush against her as we moved effortlessly across the floor.

Her grip on me tightened, just slightly, just enough to remind me of how easily she had me in her hands.

I wasn't winning this battle.

And she knew it.

The moment the music shifted into a new melody, Diana slowed, her fingers still resting on my hip. "I could keep you here all night, you know."

I blinked up at her, heart hammering in my chest. "I—"

And then, once again, I was stolen away.

"Alright, alright, I think that's enough brooding for one night," Tessa drawled, effortlessly pulling me away from Diana and into her arms before I could even react.

Diana sighed but let go, her emerald eyes dark with something unreadable.

Tessa wasted no time.

Her hands settled on my waist, dangerously low, her body pressing just close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from her.

She smirked down at me, her red eyes gleaming with mischief and something far more dangerous.

"You look tense, sweetheart," she murmured, voice smooth as silk. "Maybe you should let me help with that."

Before I could even think of an answer, she moved.

Unlike Lillian's controlled grace and Diana's poised elegance, Tessa's movements were wild, unrestrained, playful yet entirely deliberate.

She twirled me suddenly, catching me off guard, and when I stumbled slightly, she took full advantage.

Her grip tightened, pulling me closer, her nose barely brushing against mine.

I froze.

She smirked. "Careful. I might think you're falling for me."

I tried to respond, to say anything, but the words died in my throat.

Tessa leaned in just a fraction more, her voice dropping to something low and devastating.

"You know," she whispered, "I could just kiss you right now and save everyone the trouble."

My entire body tensed.

And then, just as I opened my mouth—

"I think that's enough."

Camille.

Her voice was calm, controlled, but there was a sharpness to it, a quiet challenge as she effortlessly took my hand and pulled me into the next dance.

Tessa chuckled, letting me go, but not before she dragged a single, teasing finger along my wrist.

Camille, in contrast, was entirely still.

Her hand rested lightly against my lower back, her other fingers fitting against mine in a way that felt… different.

Unlike the others, she wasn't trying to overwhelm me.

She was simply there, watching, waiting.

"You're shaking," Camille murmured.

I stiffened. "I am not—"

She raised a single brow.

I swallowed.

She smirked. "I see."

For a moment, we just moved together, slow and steady, the tension lingering but not suffocating.

And then, just when I thought I might get a break, she leaned in slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Does it excite you?"

My breath caught. "What?"

Camille smiled, slow and unreadable. "Being in the middle of all this. All of them fighting over you. Does it excite you?"

I felt my entire body burn.

"I—"

She spun me, suddenly, and I stumbled right into Claire's arms.

Unlike the others, Claire wasn't gentle about it.

She caught me with both hands, grinning like she had just won something.

"Finally," she huffed. "I thought I'd never get my turn."

I barely had a second to react before she started moving.

Claire was wild, unpredictable, leading with an energy that left me breathless.

"You okay?" she asked, despite the fact that she absolutely knew I was not okay.

I nodded—or tried to.

Claire grinned. "Good. That means you're ready for the next part."

I blinked. "The—?"

Before I could even finish the sentence, Claire spun me suddenly, dipping me low with no warning.

I let out a small yelp, my heart slamming against my ribs as she held me there, just a little longer than necessary.

She smirked down at me. "I win, right?"

My entire body was a mess of emotions, my breath uneven, my pulse erratic.

I had barely recovered when Lillian's voice cut through the air.

"Well," she hummed, stepping forward, her gaze flickering between all of us. "I think we all know what comes next."

The music slowed.

The air thickened.

Every single one of them was watching me again.

Waiting.

And then—

Lillian smiled.

"The final dance."

Her gaze burned into mine.

"So, Sera," Lillian murmured, stepping closer, her fingers barely grazing my skin as she brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Her emerald eyes gleamed with undeniable amusement, something deeper—something possessive.

"The final dance," she repeated, voice smooth, sultry, calculated. "Who do you want it to be with?"

The air stilled.

I could feel them all watching me again, five sets of eyes waiting, anticipating, brimming with expectation.

My throat felt too dry, my pulse too loud.

I had barely survived the last few dances, barely kept myself together through their teasing, their touches, their whispers—and now I was supposed to choose?

No.

I wasn't about to walk into another trap.

I lifted my chin, ignoring the way my breath hitched as Lillian's fingers lingered at my jaw. "Does it have to be one of you?"

Lillian raised a brow, intrigued.

Diana's lips curved ever so slightly.

Tessa tilted her head, smirk deepening. "Oh? What are you suggesting, sweetheart?"

I took a slow breath, pushing past the warmth curling in my stomach, past the weight of their attention sinking into my skin.

"Why not all of you?"

Silence.

A single beat of stunned stillness—

Then, chaos.

Lillian's smile widened, slow and knowing, her thumb stroking just slightly against my jawline. "Well, well," she mused, "I didn't expect that answer."

Diana let out a quiet chuckle, setting her wine glass down with deliberate ease. "How bold," she murmured, her emerald gaze dark with something unreadable.

Tessa's laughter was low, sultry, eyes flashing with something far too entertained. "You just made things more interesting, darling," she hummed.

Camille, who had been watching carefully this entire time, finally smirked, her arms crossing over her chest. "Hmph. Didn't think you had it in you."

Claire, who had been mid-drink, nearly choked on her wine. "Wait—wait, wait—hold on, did you just say…?"

Lillian leaned in closer, fingers ghosting over my waist. "You mean to tell us," she whispered, her lips dangerously close to my ear, "that you want to dance with all of us at once?"

I swallowed hard.

What had I just done?

Tessa laughed again, stepping beside me, casually draping an arm over my shoulder as if claiming me on the spot. "Oh, she wants all of us," she teased, her voice dripping with mischief.

"I…" I tried, but the words died in my throat.

Lillian's fingers at my waist, Tessa's arm slung around me, the weight of their presence pressing in from every direction—

My mind short-circuited.

Camille let out a small hum, watching me carefully. "You're already overwhelmed, aren't you?"

Diana stood, adjusting the gloves on her hands, her expression unreadable, but there was no denying the satisfaction in her gaze.

"Well, then," she murmured. "I suppose we should give her what she wants."

Claire spun me suddenly, catching me off guard, twirling me so that I landed right in her arms.

"Guess we're doing this, huh?" she grinned, her violet eyes bright with excitement.

I barely had time to process what was happening before Camille's hand found my wrist, smoothly pulling me from Claire's grasp into her own space. "Hmph. I won't lose," she said simply, her cool fingers trailing down my arm.

Then Lillian stepped forward, her presence commanding, possessive, effortlessly securing a place beside me.

Tessa, never one to be left behind, laughed as she grabbed my other hand, spinning me once before pulling me into her chest. "If we're doing this, we're doing it my way."

Diana was the last to move.

She didn't fight for a place.

She simply walked forward and took one, stepping behind me, her breath warm against my neck, her fingers brushing lightly along my back as she settled into position.

And just like that—

I was completely surrounded.

five bodies pressed close, five pairs of hands holding me in place.

The music began again, slow and entrancing, filling the air with something sensual, something dangerous.

And then, they moved.

I wasn't sure who was leading.

I wasn't sure who was following.

All I knew was that I was trapped between them, swaying to the rhythm of the music, each of them taking turns spinning me, pulling me, keeping me locked in their grasp.

Tessa's fingers brushed against my spine, light and teasing.

Lillian's hand rested firmly against my waist, holding me against her.

Diana's touch was cool, smooth, her lips just barely ghosting against my temple as we moved.

Claire, ever playful, dipped me without warning, catching me at the last second, her grin filled with wicked mischief.

Camille, in contrast, moved slow and calculated, making sure every motion lingered, every touch sent a message.

And Lillian—gods help me, Lillian was holding me like she had already won.

By the time the music slowed to a stop, I wasn't sure I could even stand anymore.

My breath came too fast, my skin too warm, my mind too scrambled.

Then, the final betrayal.

Tessa, grinning like she had planned this from the start, murmured in my ear—

"Now that we've danced, sweetheart… shouldn't we move on to the next part of the night?"

I didn't even have time to panic.

Because they were all watching me again.

Five sets of hungry, expectant, patient eyes.

That's when I realized something.

I had made a terrible mistake.

The warmth of their bodies lingered far too close, the heat of their stares pinning me in place, as if I was some kind of prize waiting to be claimed. My heart pounded against my ribs, my breath uneven, my mind spinning from the sheer intensity of what had just happened.

I had asked for all of them—and now I was paying the price.

Tessa's grin was pure sin, her fingers still trailing along the length of my arm as if she had no intention of letting me go. Lillian had yet to move away, still standing flush against my side, her grip firm around my waist, as if daring anyone to take me from her.

Camille stood just a step back, her expression calm, unreadable, but there was something knowing in her gaze—something that told me she had already decided the ending to this game.

Diana had shifted, moving toward the nearby bar, but she wasn't done with me. I could feel it in the way she glanced at me over the rim of her glass, her emerald eyes burning slow and dangerous.

And Claire—somehow the most unpredictable one of them all—had her hands on her hips, tilting her head slightly as if trying to figure out exactly what she was going to do next.

Tessa, of course, was the first to break the silence.

Her fingers grazed my chin, lifting it just slightly, her lips still curled in that damn smirk that made my entire body tense.

"Now that we've danced, sweetheart… shouldn't we move on to the next part of the night?"

I swallowed hard.

I knew what she meant. They all knew what she meant.

Lillian chuckled, low and sultry, leaning in closer, her breath brushing against the shell of my ear. "Are you teasing her, Tessa?" she murmured. "Or do you think you've won already?"

"Why don't we find out?" Tessa shot back smoothly, her thumb brushing against the corner of my lips.

My breath caught.

Lillian hummed, her fingers curling around my waist just a little tighter.

And then—Diana moved.

She set down her drink with a quiet clink, stepping forward with an air of dangerous ease. "If we're doing this, we should do it properly," she murmured, her voice a quiet, velvet command.

Tessa raised an eyebrow. "Properly?"

Diana's smirk was the most dangerous one yet. "A challenge," she said simply.

Lillian raised a brow, intrigued. "Go on."

Diana's gaze flicked toward me. "Since she wanted all of us, I think it's only fair that we all get a fair chance, don't you?"

A ripple of interest passed through them.

Claire perked up immediately. "Hold on, hold on—are we talking a real challenge? Like a proper competition?"

Camille exhaled, shaking her head slightly, though the ghost of a smirk was still on her lips. "This is ridiculous," she murmured, but she didn't step away.

"Ridiculous, sure," Tessa mused, trailing her fingers down my wrist, "but that just makes it more fun, doesn't it?"

I tried to gather my thoughts, to figure out exactly how I had managed to let things spiral this far out of my control.

"Wait, hold on—" I started, but Lillian tilted my chin toward her again, cutting me off completely.

She smiled, slow and devastating. "Don't worry, darling. It'll be fun for you too."

I didn't trust that for a second.

Diana stepped closer, her hand brushing against mine just barely before she spoke again.

"A simple rule," she murmured, her emerald eyes gleaming. "Whoever gets the most of her attention by the end of the night… wins."

Silence.

Then—pure chaos.

Lillian smirked, her grip tightening around my waist. "Then I suppose I should start now, shouldn't I?"

Tessa chuckled, dragging her fingers along the bare skin of my shoulder as she stepped back slightly. "You can try, princess, but I don't lose easily."

Claire was already moving, reaching for my wrist. "If we're competing, I refuse to play fair," she announced proudly.

Camille sighed, but didn't object.

And before I could even think of an escape—

They all started playing the game.

I didn't survive the rest of the night.

Not in the way I had planned.

They stole me in turns, each one pushing boundaries, each one trying to outdo the other.

Lillian whispered sweet nothings in my ear as we sat together near the lounge, feeding me bits of chocolate-covered fruit, her fingers brushing against my lips far too deliberately.

Tessa dragged me onto the balcony, pressing me against the railing, trapping me in place as she trailed her fingers up my arm, her lips ghosting over my jaw.

Claire interrupted moments later, pulling me toward the candlelit gardens, twirling me between the hanging lights as she laughed, her violet eyes flickering with something deep and playful.

Camille stayed quiet, subtle—but she would brush against me at just the right moments, her fingers lingering on my wrist, her words smooth and laced with something I couldn't place.

And Diana—Diana waited.

She watched them play their games, watched me slowly come undone under their teasing, their whispers, their touches.

And then, when the night was reaching its peak—when I was breathless, overwhelmed, undone—

She moved.

I barely had time to react before Diana's cool fingers curled around my wrist, pulling me away from them effortlessly.

The others stiffened, ready to protest—

But the moment she turned to them, the moment she arched a single elegant brow, her emerald gaze steady, unyielding, a quiet promise in her expression—

They didn't stop her.

Because Diana didn't play games.

Diana simply took.

She led me toward the empty corridor, away from the candlelight, away from the others, away from everything—until it was just us.

The air was thick with everything unspoken, the weight of the night pressing down on my skin.

I was still catching my breath when she stopped walking.

Still processing when she pushed me lightly against the wall, caging me in.

My stomach flipped.

She exhaled, slow and controlled, her fingers lifting to my chin once again.

"You let them have their fun," she murmured. "Now it's my turn, isn't it?"

I didn't get the chance to answer.

Because then—she kissed me.

And just like that—

I lost the game.

Diana's lips were soft but firm, the kind of kiss that commanded, demanded, and took all at once. It wasn't rushed—it was controlled, devastating, utterly consuming. Her fingers tilted my chin just slightly, ensuring that I had nowhere to escape, as if I had ever even considered the option.

Heat rushed through me, every inch of my body going taut under her touch. My mind short-circuited, every thought drowned beneath the intensity of her claim. She was making a statement.

And gods, it was working.

I barely had time to process it before—

"Diana?! What the hell?! That's not fair! Why are you kissing her?! I want a turn too!"

The moment shattered.

I barely had time to blink before Claire's voice pierced through the corridor, her tone somewhere between betrayed and utterly scandalized.

Diana, in typical Diana fashion, didn't even flinch.

Instead, she pulled back just enough for her breath to ghost over my lips, her thumb brushing the corner of my mouth, as if making sure she left a mark before turning to face the inevitable onslaught of complaints.

Claire was already storming toward us, her arms crossed, her violet eyes practically sparking with indignation.

"Cheating?" Camille hummed from behind her, her tone calm, unreadable. "I can't believe you, Diana."

Tessa exhaled dramatically, stepping up beside them, a hand on her hip, her smirk sharp but her eyes gleaming with pure mischief. "Well, well, well. The noble princess plays dirty, huh?"

Lillian let out a slow chuckle, stepping forward, her gaze flickering between me and Diana, entirely too amused. "Diana, darling, I didn't take you for the type to steal," she mused, her lips curving into something dangerous. "Not very noble of you, is it?"

Diana, still completely unbothered, let out a soft hum, her emerald eyes flashing with undeniable satisfaction.

"I don't recall any rules stating I had to wait," she said smoothly. "She asked for all of us. I simply took my turn first."

First.

The implication made my entire body heat up all over again.

Lillian grinned. "Then I suppose it's only fair we continue, don't you think?"

Claire scoffed. "No way! If she gets a kiss, I get one too!"

Tessa laughed outright. "Now this is getting interesting."

I was never making it out of this night alive.

I opened my mouth, desperate to intervene, to salvage some sense of control—

But before I could say a single word, Lillian had already reached for my wrist, gently pulling me away from Diana.

"Now, now," she purred, her fingers trailing lightly up my arm. "It's my turn, isn't it?"

Diana didn't stop her.

She simply smirked, stepping back gracefully, as if she already knew exactly how the rest of the night was about to unfold.

The moment Lillian leaned in, her breath warm against my cheek, I realized one thing.

I hadn't lost the game.

I had just started playing a far more dangerous one.

Lillian's fingers slid slowly from my wrist to my palm, her touch featherlight, teasing, her grip firm yet unrelenting. She didn't rush, didn't lunge, didn't make any sudden moves.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

Her free hand came up to cup my jaw, her thumb brushing over my cheek, tipping my head slightly as she examined me with those sharp, dangerous emerald eyes.

I swallowed hard.

"You're trembling again, Sera," she murmured, her voice dipping into something low, something darkly amused.

I wasn't. Was I?

Tessa let out a low chuckle behind us. "Oh, now this I have to see."

"Don't get jealous," Lillian hummed, not bothering to turn around. "Your turn will come."

My stomach flipped.

Claire, still huffing in frustration, crossed her arms. "She said all of us, right?" she muttered. "So technically, I don't see why we're taking turns. We could just—"

"Patience, Claire," Camille interrupted smoothly. "Let her break one step at a time."

Break?

What the hell did she mean by—

Lillian's lips brushed the corner of my mouth.

I gasped.

Not a real kiss—not yet.

Just a whisper of contact, just enough to send a sharp, electric shock racing through me, just enough to leave me desperate for more.

Her grip tightened ever so slightly, pulling me closer, pressing me against her as her breath fanned against my skin.

"You'll let me, won't you?" she whispered, her lips hovering just over mine.

I wasn't sure if she was asking for permission—or if she already knew the answer.

My heart slammed against my ribs, my knees weak, my breath gone.

I couldn't even think anymore.

And then—

Claire had enough.

"Alright, that's it!" she practically exploded, stepping forward and grabbing my wrist, yanking me right out of Lillian's grip.

Lillian let out a small "Ah?" sound, surprised but clearly too entertained to be upset.

Claire, on the other hand, looked determined.

"If Diana gets one and Lillian almost gets one, I'm next!" she declared, her violet eyes sparking. "I don't care about waiting my turn!"

"How impatient," Camille murmured, but her smirk widened ever so slightly.

Claire ignored her, still clutching my wrist, still standing far too close. "Sera, you like me best, right?" she asked, grinning like a madwoman.

I blinked rapidly, brain still trying to catch up.

Tessa let out a slow whistle. "Damn. Straight for the kill, huh?"

Claire tilted my chin up, her fingers pressing against my skin. "Well?" she murmured, her grin still playful, but her gaze heated, teasing, expectant.

"Wh-What?" I stammered.

Claire's grin widened. "I'll take that as a yes."

And just like that, she leaned in.

I panicked.

My brain completely short-circuited, my body locked in place. I was about to get kissed again, and I couldn't—

Just before her lips touched mine, something stopped her.

A hand.

Camille.

Her fingers curled around Claire's collar, pulling her back just enough to halt the inevitable.

Claire made a sound of protest, whipping her head around. "Camille, what the hell—?"

Camille tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable, her ice-blue eyes flicking to mine before settling back on Claire.

"If you take her now," Camille mused, "where's the fun in that?"

Claire blinked. "Uh—?"

Tessa laughed outright. "Oh, this is getting good."

Lillian hummed, adjusting the strands of her hair as she watched the chaos unfold like it was the best entertainment of the evening. "I see what you're doing, Camille," she mused, smirking. "Dragging it out, making her wait."

My stomach twisted. Wait for what?!

Diana, now comfortably seated once again, smirked from her place at the bar, looking thoroughly amused. "It does make the game more interesting, doesn't it?"

My hands curled into fists at my sides.

This wasn't a game.

Was it?

Camille finally released Claire's collar, but before Claire could recover, Camille took my hand instead.

Not like the others.

She didn't pull me roughly.

She didn't grip me too tight.

She simply took my hand, lifted it slowly, and pressed her lips to the back of it, never breaking eye contact.

My entire body locked up.

Camille smirked. "Wouldn't you rather be kissed properly, Sera?"

I forgot how to breathe.

Lillian grinned. "Now that," she murmured, "was dirty."

Tessa let out a slow breath, her red eyes gleaming with pure mischief. "I think it's my turn now."

My fate was sealed.

They weren't going to let me go.

Not until they had all claimed me.

And I wasn't sure anymore—

If I even wanted to escape.

I was too far gone.

There was no escape—not from their touches, their voices, the way they were circling me like wolves closing in on their prey.

And worse?

I wasn't sure if I wanted to escape anymore.

Camille's lips lingered on my skin, the kiss against the back of my hand far too innocent compared to the tension hanging between us. Her ice-blue eyes flickered with amusement, as if she could feel the way my pulse had spiked, the way my breath had hitched.

She had done it on purpose.

And she had won that round.

But before she could pull back completely, Tessa's voice broke the moment.

"Yeah, okay, no," she said, stepping forward, a slow smirk curling at the edges of her lips. "I'm not waiting any longer."

Before I could even blink, Tessa grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into her arms.

I gasped, hands instinctively pressing against her chest, but she didn't let me go. Her grip was firm, teasing, her body warm against mine, her fingers pressing just slightly into my lower back.

"You're all dragging this out," Tessa murmured, her voice low, slow, deliciously dangerous.

I swallowed. "I—"

"Shh," she hushed, grinning down at me. "You talk too much, sweetheart."

And just like that—her lips brushed against mine.

Not quite a kiss—not yet.

But it was a promise.

A slow, torturous tease, her mouth hovering just over mine, her breath hot against my lips.

"You're blushing," she whispered.

I was. I absolutely was.

Before I could even process what was happening, her lips finally pressed into mine.

It was so different from Diana's.

Where Diana had been commanding, elegant, slow but devastating, Tessa was bold, teasing, a spark ready to ignite into something wilder.

Her hand slid lower, resting just at the curve of my waist, holding me in place as she deepened the kiss ever so slightly. Her teeth nipped at my lower lip, a sharp jolt of pleasure mixed with teasing mischief.

I whimpered before I could stop myself.

The sound seemed to snap everyone else out of their trance.

Lillian scoffed. "Tessa, that's enough."

Tessa, of course, didn't listen.

She smirked against my lips before pulling away, her fingers still trailing up my side.

"There," she purred. "Now I've had my turn too."

I barely had time to breathe before Claire cut in.

"Oh, hell no. If you think I'm letting this night end before I get mine, you're all delusional."

I had zero seconds to react before Claire grabbed me next.

Where Tessa had been taunting and teasing, Claire was entirely unfiltered, entirely unrestrained.

She cupped my face in both hands, her grin wide, wicked, playful, and then—she kissed me.

No hesitation, no warning, just pure, shameless chaos.

I let out a muffled sound, my body completely melting, completely overtaken by the heat of her lips, the wild energy that she poured into it.

She tasted like strawberries.

She pulled away just slightly, grinning.

"See?" she murmured. "Was that so bad?"

I couldn't even speak.

I had lost track of how many times I had been kissed tonight.

I was breathless, overwhelmed, undone.

And yet—

Lillian sighed dramatically.

"I'm starting to feel left out," she murmured.

Camille chuckled softly. "It's only fair, isn't it?"

Lillian turned toward me, her emerald gaze sharp, her fingers already reaching for my chin.

"Well then, Sera," she murmured, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smirk.

"Shall I claim my turn now?"

My breath was uneven, my pulse erratic, my body flushed with heat from the dangerous, chaotic, and overwhelming mess of kisses that had already stolen every ounce of my composure.

And yet—

Lillian's fingers tilted my chin up, guiding my gaze toward hers, her emerald eyes gleaming like she already knew she had won before she even touched me.

"Shall I claim my turn now?" she purred, her voice a velvet caress, smooth and undeniably possessive.

The others didn't protest.

Camille simply exhaled, watching with cold amusement, her ice-blue eyes unreadable.

Diana raised a glass to her lips, as if this was merely a show put on for her entertainment.

Tessa hummed, crossing her arms, but the way she smirked said she was enjoying every second of this.

Claire, still high off her own victory, grinned like she was simply excited to see what happened next.

And I?

I had no escape.

Lillian took her time, her fingers light against my jaw, tracing slow, lazy patterns against my skin. She was drawing it out on purpose—letting the anticipation build, letting the air between us thicken with something dangerous, something suffocating.

"Lillian—" I tried to say something, anything—but she shushed me, her thumb pressing lightly against my lower lip.

"Don't worry, darling," she whispered. "I'll be gentle."

That was a lie.

Because when she finally kissed me—it wasn't gentle.

It was devastating.

She kissed me slow, deep, with the kind of control that sent a sharp, dizzying ache through my body. There was no hesitation, no teasing—just pure, absolute intent.

Her fingers curled into my hair, tilting my head exactly how she wanted it, her lips molding against mine in a way that left me completely undone.

She didn't rush.

She simply claimed.

And gods, I let her.

I felt weightless, lost, drowning in the way she tasted—warm wine, roses, and something darker, something unmistakably Lillian.

Her tongue traced along my lower lip, coaxing, demanding, and I—

I gave in.

I didn't even think.

My body simply moved, responding to her like I had already belonged to her from the very start.

A small whimper escaped my throat, and Lillian smirked against my lips, clearly pleased.

Then, slowly, she pulled away, her breath still warm against my mouth, her fingers sliding down my waist, keeping me close, keeping me from slipping away.

When I finally opened my eyes, I knew I was ruined.

Lillian's lips were curved into the most satisfied, most victorious smirk I had ever seen.

She had won.

And she knew it.

"You taste sweet," she murmured.

I was going to die.

I barely had time to process what just happened before—

"Okay, I hate to admit it," Tessa sighed, arms crossed, "but that was actually unfair."

"Extremely unfair," Claire grumbled. "She did something to her! Look at Sera—she looks like she's about to collapse!"

Camille let out a low chuckle. "Lillian does have a way of making things… memorable."

Diana simply hummed, setting her empty glass aside. "Hmph. I suppose that was inevitable."

Lillian, still holding onto me, turned her head slightly, smirking. "Oh? Are you all jealous?"

Tessa scoffed. "Jealous? Please. I just think it's unfair that you got the last one. If anyone should've finished, it should've been me."

"You all started this," Diana murmured, her voice calm, but edged with something unreadable. "It's only natural someone would come out on top."

I couldn't take it anymore.

I was so overheated, so overstimulated, so utterly wrecked that I felt like I was going to pass out.

Too much.

Too much tension. Too much heat.

I needed to breathe, needed a second to think—

"I—I need a drink!" I blurted, my voice an octave too high, completely wrecked from everything that just happened.

Silence.

Then—

Tessa burst out laughing.

Claire groaned, throwing her hands up.

Camille simply shook her head, but there was no missing the quiet amusement in her gaze.

Diana, always composed, reached for the nearest bottle of wine, pouring me a glass without question.

And Lillian?

She was still smirking.

Still too close.

Still holding onto me like I was already hers.

I had lost this game from the very beginning.

And we all knew it.

I barely had time to catch my breath, to process the absolute chaos of the night, before Diana—calm, poised, utterly unreadable Diana—spoke up, her voice smooth as silk.

"Should we head back to our rooms?" she mused, twirling the stem of her glass between her fingers, her emerald eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. "Or should we stay in Sera's room… and continue?"

I choked.

My entire body locked up, my mind slamming to a full stop as the weight of her words settled in.

"Eh?" I barely managed, my voice pathetically weak. What did she mean by continue?!

Tessa, ever the instigator, grinned wickedly. "Now that's an idea I like."

I whipped my head toward her, panic setting in. "Wait, wait—Tessa, what—?"

Tessa leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table, resting her chin against her palm as she smirked at me. "Oh, come on, sweetheart. You didn't think we'd just stop after a few kisses, did you?"

A few?!

Claire groaned dramatically, running a hand through her hair. "I mean, I'm down, but I don't think Sera's brain is functioning anymore."

Correct. Claire was absolutely correct. My brain had fully short-circuited.

Camille let out a soft chuckle, swirling her wine lazily in her glass. "It's true. She does look like she's about to combust."

Lillian, still far too close, still watching me like she wasn't done with me yet, sighed dramatically and tilted her head. "Well, that just means we'll have to take our time with her, doesn't it?"

I made a noise.

It wasn't human.

It wasn't coherent.

It was pure, unfiltered panic.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Tessa hummed, stretching her arms above her head before standing up with the most casual, nonchalant confidence.

EHHHH?!

THIS WAS NOT NORMAL.

"W-Wait! WAIT!" I shot up from my seat, hands outstretched in an attempt to stop whatever insanity was happening. "What do you mean stay in my room?! What do you mean continue?!"

Tessa raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by my spiraling. "What do you think we mean?"

I thought I was going to die.

Diana stood, smoothing out the fabric of her dress, her expression perfectly neutral but her gaze far too knowing. "I see no reason why we shouldn't extend the night a little longer."

Lillian smirked, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she slowly ran her fingers down my wrist. "Don't you want to spend more time with us, darling?"

"I—THAT'S NOT—"

Claire grinned, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "C'mon, Sera, don't be shy. We already know you like the attention~."

I whimpered.

Camille exhaled, but there was a small smirk tugging at the edges of her lips. "Hmph. At this rate, she'll pass out before we even reach her room."

"Which is why we should just carry her there," Tessa suggested way too quickly.

"NO."

Lillian let out a soft laugh, leaning in closer, her lips just brushing the shell of my ear. "So… what will it be, Sera?"

I was going to lose my mind.

Five beautiful, dangerous, utterly unhinged women were waiting on my answer, watching me like a pack of predators that had finally cornered their prey.

And the worst part?

A very, very dangerous part of me… wanted to say yes.

I wanted to surrender.

I wanted to let them have me, let them consume me, let them continue their relentless teasing, their touches, their games, their stolen kisses.

And before I could even think, before I could stop myself—

The word slipped from my lips.

"Yes."

Silence.

A beat.

And then—

I realized what I had just done.

I blew it.

Every single one of them stared at me, their eyes shifting, darkening, somewhere between amusement and something far more dangerous.

Tessa's smirk spread like wildfire, slow and knowing, her red eyes flashing with pure mischief. "Oh?" she purred. "What was that, sweetheart? Say it again for me."

I refused to say it again.

Lillian let out a soft laugh, her fingers tightening slightly around my waist, her grip nothing short of possessive. "Well, well," she murmured, brushing her lips near my ear, "I didn't expect you to give in so easily."

Diana, who had been poised, composed, calm throughout the night, tilted her head slightly, watching me with a newfound intensity. "Hmph," she mused, her emerald eyes locking onto mine. "I suppose that settles it, then."

Claire, ever the wild card, gawked at me like I had just said something completely insane. "Wait—wait—Sera, you do realize what you just agreed to, right?!"

I didn't.

I really, really didn't.

Camille exhaled through her nose, shaking her head, but there was no hiding the tiny smirk tugging at her lips. "Hmph. Guess we'll have to make sure she doesn't regret it, won't we?"

Regret?!

I was already regretting it.

I needed to take it back, to rewind time, to unsay those words before I lost the last shred of my dignity—

Tessa leaned in closer, her fingers skimming my jawline, her voice dripping with amusement. "No take-backs, sweetheart," she teased. "You already said yes."

Lillian smirked. "And we're going to make sure you meant it."

Lillian's words settled in my bones like a spell I couldn't undo.

We're going to make sure you meant it.

I had lost all control.

The realization hit me far too late as I found myself boxed in, completely surrounded, five pairs of eyes locked onto me with wicked intent.

I had sealed my own fate.

Tessa chuckled, her fingers brushing along my arm, featherlight, teasing, like she was savoring the moment. "You heard her, didn't you?" she mused, glancing toward the others. "Our dear Sera said yes."

Lillian hummed, pleased, her fingers still lingering at my waist, her grip subtly tightening. "She did."

Diana exhaled slowly, tilting her head as if she were considering something. "I have to admit, I thought she'd run before she ever gave in," she murmured. "But now that she's surrendered…"

Camille smirked, cool and composed as ever, but her ice-blue gaze held something different now—something darker, something far too entertained. "Then it would be rude of us not to continue, wouldn't it?"

Claire, despite looking absolutely flustered, recovered a little too quickly, her grin turning dangerously playful. "Well, if Sera wants us all so bad, who are we to deny her?"

I was about to faint.

No, actually, I needed to escape immediately.

"Wait, wait, wait—hold on!" I held my hands up defensively, my heart racing so fast I thought I might die on the spot. "I-I didn't mean—! That is to say—I was overwhelmed! I wasn't thinking straight!"

Tessa arched a brow, clearly enjoying every second of this. "Oh?"

Lillian chuckled, leaning in closer, her lips brushing the shell of my ear as she whispered, "Are you sure, darling?"

I forgot how to breathe.

"I—"

Diana suddenly stepped forward, and without warning, without hesitation, she hooked a finger beneath my chin and tilted my face up toward hers.

My stomach flipped.

Her emerald eyes bore into mine, steady, unreadable, dangerous. "You're nervous," she murmured, her thumb lightly skimming over my lower lip. "But you're not stopping us."

I wanted to scream.

Camille sighed dramatically, taking a slow sip of her wine. "Poor thing," she mused, watching me with something dangerously close to amusement. "She doesn't even realize how much she likes this."

I whimpered.

Tessa let out a low laugh, stepping in beside me, her fingers brushing along the back of my neck, slow, deliberate, playful.

"Face it, sweetheart," she purred. "You already said yes. You want this."

Lillian's grip tightened slightly, possessive, claiming. "And now that you've admitted it…"

Diana's lips curved into the faintest of smirks.

"We're not stopping."

I was done for.

Tessa sighed, dragging her fingers down my arm, slow and teasing. "So? What'll it be, sweetheart?"

Lillian's voice was like warm honey, wrapping around me like a spell I couldn't break. "Are we going to your room, or are we staying here?"

Camille leaned in slightly, her voice quiet but firm. "Either way… you belong to us tonight."

I wasn't escaping this.

Something inside me snapped.

It wasn't fear.

It wasn't hesitation.

It was acceptance.

I wasn't escaping this.

I didn't want to.

The next moments blurred together in a rush of heat, stolen touches, and knowing glances—one second, I was standing in the grand ballroom, the flickering candlelight still dancing against the polished floors—

And the next?

I was in my room.

With all of them.

The air was thick, heavy with something unspoken, something dangerous.

The door clicked shut behind me.

I barely had time to catch my breath before a pair of hands pushed me back, guiding me with effortless control.

I landed softly against the bed, my heart slamming against my ribs, my breath stolen.

Lillian stood at the foot of the bed, her smirk slow, deliberate, purely victorious.

"You look so pretty like that," she murmured, her emerald gaze drinking me in.

Tessa hummed, cracking her knuckles, smirking like she was ready to tear me apart piece by piece. "I've been waiting for this all night," she muttered.

Claire, still grinning like she had just won the jackpot, crawled onto the bed beside me, resting her chin on her palm as she tilted her head. "I like this view," she admitted, violet eyes gleaming with unfiltered mischief.

Diana exhaled, slow and measured, her movements unhurried as she removed her gloves, one finger at a time.

Camille sat at the edge of the bed, watching me with cool amusement, her ice-blue gaze flickering with something unreadable.

I could barely think, barely breathe.

Five women.

Five predators.

And I was trapped between them.

I whimpered.

And then—

Lillian leaned in, her fingers trailing along my collarbone, slow, teasing. "Where should we start?"

My stomach flipped.

Tessa let out a low chuckle, her fingers brushing against my thigh.

Diana, standing behind them, simply smirked. "Well," she murmured, "she did say yes."

Lillian's smile widened.

"Then let's make sure she meant it."

Lillian's fingers ghosted over my skin, light, teasing, full of promise. My breath hitched as she tilted my chin upward, her emerald gaze flickering with undeniable satisfaction.

"You're so easy to fluster," she murmured, leaning in just enough for her lips to brush against my cheek, featherlight, teasing, making my skin burn with anticipation.

I shuddered, my body hyperaware of every single movement, every lingering touch, every heated gaze locking onto me.

Tessa chuckled beside her, her hand slowly dragging up my thigh, her nails barely grazing the fabric of my dress. "She's shaking," she noted, voice laced with pure amusement. "Do you think she's scared?"

I opened my mouth—to deny it, to protest, to fight back—but Camille, still watching with that unreadable smirk, reached forward and traced a single, cool finger along my wrist.

The touch sent a sharp jolt through me, a spark of electricity that melted through every single nerve in my body.

"Not scared," Camille corrected smoothly, her ice-blue gaze locking onto mine. "She's just overwhelmed."

Overwhelmed?

That was an understatement.

Claire, who had already crawled onto the bed beside me, resting on her elbows, her violet eyes flashing with unfiltered mischief, grinned like she had just discovered a new favorite game.

"So sensitive," she murmured, tilting her head, studying me with playful interest. "I barely even touched you."

I sucked in a sharp breath, trying desperately to find some sort of control—but that was impossible when Diana, calm, composed, ever patient Diana, finally made her move.

She didn't fight for space, didn't rush, didn't compete for dominance like the others.

She simply reached forward, took my wrist in her gloved hand, and slowly—so, so slowly—lifted it to her lips.

The warmth of her breath, the slight press of her mouth against my pulse point, the way she lingered, exhaling softly against my skin—it shattered me.

My breath hitched so audibly that Tessa outright laughed.

"Gods, she's barely hanging on," Tessa teased, her fingers pressing slightly into my thigh, dragging the fabric of my dress up just a little.

I was going to die.

Or combust.

Or something.

Because this was too much.

Lillian's touch on my waist, slow and teasing.

Tessa's grip on my thigh, playful, testing.

Claire's grin, violet eyes watching every tiny reaction like she was waiting to pounce.

Diana's breath against my skin, her lips barely leaving my wrist.

Camille's cool fingers, slow and controlled, pressing against my pulse.

I was lost in them.

Utterly, completely, deliciously lost.

"You're holding your breath," Lillian whispered, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Are we too much for you, darling?"

Yes.

Absolutely, yes.

But I would rather burn alive than admit it.

Tessa smirked, her hand suddenly sliding up my back, slow, deliberate, heat trailing in its wake.

"Should we be gentle with her?" she mused.

Lillian chuckled. "I don't think she wants that."

Camille exhaled, her gaze dropping to my lips. "She wants us to ruin her."

My entire body ignited.

Tessa leaned in, nose brushing against my jaw, smirking. "Let's not keep her waiting, then."

Lillian's fingers tightened, Diana's lips parted, Camille's grip firmed, Claire shifted closer—

And then—

Everything collapsed.

I wasn't escaping this.

I didn't want to.

I let them take me.

There was no more thinking, no more hesitation, no more room for denial. I had lost myself to them, to the warmth of their bodies pressing against mine, to the weight of their hands, to the intoxicating scent of their perfume mixing in the air.

I was trapped between them, consumed by them, and gods help me—I wanted more.

Lillian's fingers slid beneath the fabric of my dress, tracing lazy, delicate circles against my skin, her grip tightening just enough to keep me in place.

"That's it, darling," she murmured, her breath warm against my ear. "Let go."

I shivered, my breath catching as a pair of hands—Tessa's, bold and unrestrained—grabbed my thigh, spreading me just slightly, just enough.

"You're so responsive," Tessa purred, her voice low and sinful, her fingers trailing dangerously close to—

I whimpered.

Diana, who had been so composed all night, finally made her move.

She leaned in, her fingers tilting my chin toward her, forcing my gaze to meet hers. Her emerald eyes gleamed with something dark, possessive, hungry.

"You can still stop us," she murmured, but the way her thumb brushed over my bottom lip, the way her other hand settled firmly against my waist—she already knew my answer.

I didn't stop them.

I didn't want to stop them.

Instead, I parted my lips—silent permission.

Diana's lips descended onto mine, claiming me with slow, devastating control, her kiss a perfect balance of softness and dominance. She didn't rush—she took her time, savoring me, coaxing a quiet moan from deep within my throat.

The others didn't wait.

Lillian's lips traced down my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

Tessa chuckled, her hands gripping my hips, pulling me back against her, her body flush against mine.

Camille—who had been patient, watching—finally leaned in, her ice-cold fingers slipping beneath my dress, dragging up my thigh, her touch a contrast of fire and ice.

Claire's breath was warm against my shoulder, her lips pressing against my bare skin, teasing, playful.

Too much.

Too much, too good, too overwhelming.

I moaned against Diana's lips, my body completely at their mercy.

And just when I thought I couldn't take anymore—

Lillian's voice, low and sultry, sent a shiver down my spine.

"Shall we see how much you can handle, darling?"

Diana's kiss deepened, her tongue slipping between my lips, demanding, possessive. I wanted to fight it, to pull away, but I couldn't. Every instinct in me screamed at me to resist, to disentangle myself from their deadly embrace, but I was gone. Lost in the swirling inferno they had ignited within me.

Tessa's hands, rough, hot, possessive, slid beneath my dress. Her fingers grazed my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. A moan escaped my lips, involuntary as her touch traced a slow line up my stomach.

"You're so beautiful," she murmured, her voice husky, breath warm against my skin.

My body arched instinctively against her touch, desperate for more, seeking out the feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Patience, darling," Lillian purred, her lips trailing a hot path down my neck, leaving a trail of shivers in her wake. "We have all night."

I whimpered again, feeling a tightness building deep inside me that I couldn't control.

Camille, who had been so quiet all this time, suddenly shifted behind me, her hands firm on my waist, pulling me back against her. Her touch was cool, controlled, a stark contrast to the heat that the others were radiating.

"Tighten," she commanded, her voice a low, soothing murmur against my ear. "Feel it."

My breath hitched. I tightened, blindly, instinctively, surrendering to the sensations that were threatening to overwhelm me.

The grip on my hips tightened, pushing me closer, deeper into their embrace.

My back arched.

Tessa's hand slipped higher, finally finding the bare skin of my inner thigh. Her touch ignited a searing blaze within me—

I can barely think, my body is on fire, every nerve screaming for release. Lillian's fingers are tracing slow, teasing circles against my skin, her grip tightening just enough to keep me in place. Tessa's hand is slipping higher, finally finding the bare skin of my inner thigh, her touch igniting a searing blaze within me.

I'm whimpering, my breath catching in my throat as Diana's lips claim mine, her kiss a perfect balance of softness and dominance. She doesn't rush - she takes her time, savoring me, coaxing a quiet moan from deep within my throat.

Camille's cool fingers are slipping beneath my dress, dragging up my thigh, her touch a contrast of fire and ice. Claire's breath is warm against my shoulder, her lips pressing against my bare skin, teasing, playful.

I'm lost in them, consumed by them, and gods help me - I want more. I'm arching against Tessa's touch, desperate for more, seeking out the feeling that is both terrifying and exhilarating. Her fingers are brushing against my panties, teasing, testing. I'm wet, so wet, and she knows it. She's smiling, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she slips her fingers beneath the fabric.

I'm gasping, my body tensing as her fingers slide inside me, slow, deliberate. Diana's kiss deepens, her tongue slipping between my lips, demanding, possessive.

Lillian's touch becomes more insistent, her fingers pressing against the base of my spine, her mouth tracing a slow, burning line down my neck. Camille's grip on my hips tightens, pulling me back against her, her cool fingers slipping deeper, finding the spot where Tessa's fingers are teasing me.

I cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure, my voice lost in the chaos of their touch, my body swaying helplessly beneath them.

Tessa's fingers slid deeper, pressing against my walls, sending shockwaves through my entire body. I was on the edge, teetering, ready to fall.

"Yes, darling," Lillian purred, her lips tracing a hot path down my neck. "Let go. We'll catch you."

I felt myself surrendering, falling into the abyss of pleasure they had created for me. My body arched, my muscles tensed, and I screamed - a raw, honest sound that was swallowed by their kisses, their touches, their bodies pressed against mine.

And just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Camille leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear.

"More?" she asked, a hint of a question in her voice.

I couldn't answer. I was past words, past coherent thought. All I could do was feel - their touches, their kisses, their bodies pressed against mine. I was trapped, consumed, and I didn't want to escape.

Lillian's lips trailed down my neck, her tongue tracing a slow, burning line that left shivers in its wake. Tessa's fingers slid deeper, pressing against my walls, sending shockwaves through my entire body. Claire's breath was warm against my shoulder, her lips pressing against my bare skin, teasing, playful. Camille's cool fingers slipped beneath my dress, dragging up my thigh, her touch a contrast of fire and ice. Diana's kiss deepened, her tongue slipping between my lips, demanding, possessive.

I was lost, adrift in a sea of sensation. I couldn't tell where one touch ended and another began. All I knew was that I was being consumed, devoured, and I couldn't get enough.

Tessa's fingers slid out of me, only to be replaced by Camille's. Her touch was cool, controlled, a stark contrast to the heat that Tessa had ignited. But it was just as devastating, just as overwhelming. I felt my body arching, my muscles tensing, as Camille's fingers pressed against my walls.

Lillian's lips trailed down my chest, her tongue tracing a slow, burning line across my breasts. Claire's hands cupped my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin as she pulled me back against her. Diana's kiss deepened, her tongue slipping further into my mouth, taking possession of me.

I was theirs. Completely, utterly, totally theirs. And I knew it.

Tessa's hands slid beneath my dress, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles against my skin. Her touch was hot, electric, sending shivers down my spine. Camille's fingers slid deeper, pressing against my walls, sending shockwaves through my entire body.

I felt myself building, climbing, reaching for something just out of reach. And then—

Diana's lips left mine, her eyes gleaming with something dark, possessive. "Not yet," she whispered, her voice husky, raw. "We're just getting started."

I whimpered, my body protesting the delay. But they just laughed, their eyes gleaming with mischief. They knew what they were doing. They knew exactly what they were doing to me.

Lillian's lips trail down my chest, her tongue tracing a slow, burning line across my breasts. She pauses at my nipple, her tongue flicking out to tease me, sending shivers down my spine. I arch against her touch, desperate for more, and she obliges, her mouth closing around my nipple, sucking hard.

Claire's hands cup my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin as she pulls me back against her. Her lips press against my ear, her breath warm, her tongue tracing a slow, burning line across my skin. I shiver, my body trembling with pleasure.

Diana's eyes gleam with something dark, possessive, as she watches me, her gaze burning with intensity. She reaches out, her fingers tracing a slow, teasing line across my lips, sending shivers down my spine.

I feel myself building, climbing, reaching for something just out of reach. And then—Lillian's mouth leaves my nipple, her lips trailing down my stomach, her tongue tracing a slow, burning line across my skin. She pauses at my clit, her tongue flicking out to tease me, sending shivers down my spine.

I cry out, my body tensing as she sucks hard, her mouth closing around my clit. I feel myself exploding, my body shattering into a million pieces as I come. I'm trembling, my body shaking with pleasure as Lillian pulls back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Tessa's eyes shine with mischief as she takes Lillian's place, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles against my skin. Her touch is hot, electric, sending shivers down my spine. She pauses at my entrance, her fingers sliding inside me, slow, deliberate.

I gasp, my body tensing as she presses deeper, her fingers pressing against my walls. I feel myself building, climbing, reaching for something just out of reach. And then—Tessa's fingers slide deeper, pressing against my g-spot, sending shockwaves through my entire body.

I cry out, my body shattering into a million pieces as I come again. I'm trembling, my body shaking with pleasure as Tessa pulls back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Claire's eyes shine with mischief as she takes Tessa's place, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles against my skin. Her touch is warm, gentle, sending shivers down my spine. She pauses at my entrance, her fingers sliding inside me, slow, deliberate.

I gasp, my body tensing as she presses deeper, her fingers pressing against my walls. I feel myself building, climbing, reaching for something just out of reach. And then—Claire's fingers slide deeper, pressing against my g-spot, sending shockwaves through my entire body.

I cry out, my body shattering into a million pieces as I come again. I'm trembling, my body shaking with pleasure as Claire pulls back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Diana's eyes gleam with something dark, possessive, as she watches me, her gaze burning with intensity. She reaches out, her fingers tracing a slow, teasing line across my lips, sending shivers down my spine.

I feel myself building, climbing, reaching for something just out of reach. And then—Diana's lips claim mine, her kiss a perfect balance of softness and dominance. She takes her time, savoring me, coaxing a quiet moan from deep within my throat.

I'm lost in her, consumed by her, and gods help me—I want more. I'm arching against her touch, desperate for more, seeking out the feeling that is both terrifying and exhilarating.

Diana's fingers slide beneath my dress, tracing slow, teasing circles against my skin. Her touch is hot, electric, sending shivers down my spine. She pauses at my entrance, her fingers sliding inside me, replacing Claire's. It was slow and deliberate.

Once again, I was brought to a wave of pleasure as Diana pulls back, she had a satisfied smirk on her face.

And before I knew it, I felt more fingers slide into my entrance.

"Ah?!"

Tessa's fingers slide deeper, pressing against my g-spot, sending shockwaves through my entire body. 

"God!" I cry out. "Tessa!"

Their bodies press against mine, their skin hot, electric, sending shivers down my spine. They're all around me, inside me, their touches overwhelming me. I'm lost, consumed, and I couldn't get enough.

Their lips, their tongues, their fingers are all over me. I'm trembling, my body shaking with pleasure as they take me, all of them, at the same time.

I moan, my body tensing as they press deeper, their fingers pressing against my walls. I feel myself building, climbing, reaching for something just out of reach.

"Come for us, Sera," Diana whispers, her voice husky, raw.

"Yes, come for us," Lillian echoes, her tongue tracing a slow, burning line across my clit.

"I'm going to come," I whisper, my body trembling with pleasure.

"We're all going to come," Tessa says, her fingers pressing against my g-spot.

"Together," Claire adds, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles against my skin.

"As one," Camille whispers, her fingers pressing against my ass.

And then—Diana's lips claim mine, her kiss a perfect balance of softness and dominance. She takes her time, savoring me, coaxing a quiet moan from deep within my throat.

"Let's come together," I whisper, my body trembling with pleasure.

"Yes," they say in unison, their voices husky, raw.

"You're ours, Sera."