Chapter 4

Serra’s POV

The blizzard still had not stopped. Power was already out in parts of the compound.

The only backup suite still running heat held one wide double bed.

Leon insisted the three of them share it. He took the innermost side against the wall and was breathing evenly within minutes, as if truly asleep.

In the dark Rex rolled over from the other side.

A burning chest pressed against my back. One hand had already slipped under the hem of the nightgown and settled over my underwear, covering the entrance that was already soaked through. The heat of his palm burned. He made no rush to go further, only pressed and circled slow, soaking the thin fabric even deeper.

“Don’t.” The word stayed low, my body locked tight. “Leon is right here.”

His breath brushed the outer ear, quiet enough that only one person could hear it.

“He’s asleep. You can still push me away right now.”

A low, almost private laugh followed, soft enough that the mattress didn’t even shift.

“Or you can stay quiet and let me feel how wet you already are.”

Hesitation stretched for a moment. The push never came.

The edge of the underwear was pulled aside. Two fingers pushed in without pause.

The wet, sticky sound cut sharp through the silent room.

I bit down hard on my lower lip, forcing every possible noise back down. The mattress dipped under the lightest movements. Every tiny shift made my heart skip half a beat. Leon lay less than an arm’s length away, breathing steady, yet able to wake at any second.

Rex’s fingers worked slow at first, knuckles dragging before the tips curled and pressed. No sound was allowed to escape, yet my body still met each stroke without permission. Shame and fear rose faster than any pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” The words came on a quiet breath against my ear. “How long have you been this ready for me?”

I shook my head, trying to stop him. My throat refused to form a full refusal. The third finger stretched everything wider and nearly dragged a gasp out. The roots of my thighs trembled. Eyes stayed fixed on Leon’s shape in the dark, terrified he would turn.

If he wakes now—

The fingers pulled free. The hard, hot tip of him settled against the soft wet entrance instead. The head burned as it rubbed up and down, spreading the wetness, then pushed forward slow and steady, forcing the first inch inside.

The stretch was almost too much. My vision went white for a second.

Only the head was in and already stretched everything tight. He held still there, neither advancing nor pulling back, only giving small thrusts of the hips so the burning tip worked shallowly at the entrance. Each pass dragged friction that softened the opening further, yet no real seat backward was dared.

The mattress swayed again, light but clear.

The entire body froze. Breathing nearly stopped. Rex’s breath pressed against my ear bone, deliberately kept to a near-silent thread.

“Just the tip and you’re already shaking. Imagine what happens when I give you the rest.” A quiet, dark amusement colored the words. “What do you think Leon would do if he opened his eyes right now?”

Fear and a dark, unwanted excitement twisted together deep in my gut. Every sense strained toward Leon’s breathing, terrified he could wake at any moment. Even rises and falls continued on the far side of the bed, yet the distance stayed dangerously close. One more roll from Leon and his hand would touch us both.

The full length drove in at once. My body jolted forward. Heat shot from the joined place straight up my spine. The corner of the pillow locked between my teeth, trapping every sound in my throat.

The next second Leon suddenly rolled over in the dark.

“Serra…”