Dahlia’s POV
The warmth wrapped around me like a blanket-far too warm, in fact. A delicious shiver traced every inch of my body. Slowly, my mind began to catch up with the sensations, the reality of what was happening. The twins. I was trapped between them. Beneath me, the solid yet strangely comfortable surface was Logan, while the soft, steady warmth on my back came from Liam, his body providing an undeniable heat that matched the blanket draped over me. Their familiar scents swirled in the air, grounding me further in the moment.
Wait-what? The last memory that flickered through my mind was rejecting them. So how was I now here, tangled in the sheets with both of them? My eyelids felt heavy, a weight I couldn’t shake. When I finally forced them open, the first thing my eyes met was Logan’s sculpted abs. The sight stirred something deep within me-a strange, unbidden desire to touch them. What was happening to me?
“What happened?” I croaked, my voice barely more than a whisper.
I felt Liam shift beside me, his weight lifting as he shot upright in the bed.
“Wait! Please, don’t try to reject us again!” he pleaded, his voice frantic.
“Please, baby,” Logan’s voice joined, calm but desperate. “Just let us talk first.”
Gently, he sat up beside me, his hands cradling my face, turning me to meet his gaze. His eyes-those beautiful hazel eyes-locked onto mine. “Please,” he repeated, the word filled with raw emotion.
I blinked, the haze in my mind beginning to clear. “Okay,” I said, my voice a little shakier than I liked. “But please, tell me what happened. How did I end up here?” I gestured between the two of them and the bed, heat rising to my cheeks.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” Liam asked, his tone softer now.
“I remember rejecting you,” I whispered, barely able to hear my own words.
Both twins winced, and Logan’s face twisted in pain. The sight of it made my chest ache. The bond-our bond-was still there, alive and thrumming in the background, reminding me of what I had tried to sever.
“You didn’t finish the rejection,” Liam explained, his voice tight with panic. “You passed out before you could say the words. We couldn’t wake you, and your skin was burning hot!”
Logan continued, his expression grave. “We called the pack doctor. She said you had Rejection Fever. It happens when a wolf is so against rejecting their mate that they physically try to break away from the human. You could have died, Dahlia. She told us we had to stay close-preferably touching you as much as possible until you healed enough to wake up.”
His words sunk in, and I glanced down at my body. I hadn’t even realized I was only in my underwear and an unfamiliar t-shirt. The realization made my cheeks burn even hotter. “How long was I asleep?” I asked, afraid to know the answer but needing to.
“Two days,” Liam replied softly, and I swore I could feel the air leave my lungs at the weight of it.
Moon Goddess.
“I’m so sorry you had to stay with me for so long,” I murmured, guilt tightening my chest. “I’m sure you had more important things to do.”
“Baby girl, you’re our mate,” Logan’s voice was steady, filled with warmth. “It’s our privilege to take care of you.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. I needed time-time to think, to process. The twins seemed to understand.
“Do you think you can stand?” Liam asked gently. “Maybe take a few minutes for yourself? A shower, perhaps?”
The suggestion seemed like heaven in that moment. “That sounds amazing. Thanks.”
Logan smiled. “We’ll order breakfast while you freshen up, and we can talk while we eat when you’re done.”
“Yeah, okay,” I agreed, already grabbing a change of clothes and heading into the bathroom.
They hadn’t left my side for two days. Perhaps they had even saved my life. The least I could do was hear them out.
Once inside, I turned the shower to its hottest setting, letting the steam fill the room. The water hit my skin in soothing waves, and I leaned into it, letting the warmth relax my tense muscles. The shower was one of those fancy ones, water falling from every angle like a gentle, full-body massage. It was blissful, yet something inside me stirred, still wound up, as if my body buzzed with energy that wouldn’t let go.
Waking up tangled between two of the most stunning men I had ever seen had left my senses on high alert. My body had reacted instinctively, the desire for release building quickly inside me. I ran my hands slowly over my damp skin, starting at the nape of my neck and drifting down. My fingers brushed over my breasts, cupping them, teasing the sensitive skin as I circled my nipples. Each touch sent a jolt of heat through my core.
I couldn’t stop, my fingers moving lower, grazing over my flat stomach until they reached the heat between my legs. I let my hand rest there, grinding against it for a few moments, feeling the warmth gather and drip down my thighs. The water mixed with the slickness, making everything feel even more intense.
I let my fingers slip lower, seeking out the sensitive nub between my legs. My breath quickened as I teased myself, moving in slow circles, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. My body trembled with the need for more. Images of the twins-their hands on me, my hands on them-flashed through my mind. My breath caught as a sharp moan escaped me, the pleasure overwhelming.
I couldn’t stop the rush of heat, and soon, the release I so desperately needed washed over me, leaving me breathless. For a few moments, I stayed there on the shower floor, letting the water and the aftermath of my climax settle me.
Reality came crashing back as I realized what I had just done. Embarrassment crept up on me as I thought about facing them-those two gods who had stayed by my side. Thank the Goddess they didn’t know what had just happened in here, or worse, who had inspired it. The thought of looking them in the eye made me cringe. Those beautiful eyes-gods help me.