Page 78 of Wedded Witch
She hesitates for a second before joining me, sitting close, but not quite touching. I can feel the warmth of her body next to mine, the subtle tension in the air between us. It’s like we’re on the edge of something, teetering, but not quite ready to take the leap.
Have to say, I’m kind of surprised that Sol did. I never expected my more reserved brother to be the first of us to make a move on Swyn. Though I guess Ididkiss her first.
As the movie starts, she leans back against the pillows, her eyes fixed on the screen. I steal a glance at her, watching the way her features soften, the way she finally starts to relax.
She’s beautiful.
That’s nothing new, but there’s something different about seeing her like this—vulnerable, real, and here with me.
“You’re safe, you know,” I say softly, not looking directly at her. “With me. With all of us. We’ll make sure of it.”
She doesn’t say anything at first, just turns her head slightly, catching my eye. There’s a vulnerability there, something raw that she’s not used to showing. And for a second, I wonder if maybe I’ve overstepped, said too much.
But then she nods, a small, almost imperceptible motion, and her hand moves, ever so slightly, closer to mine on the bed.
“I know,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the movie.
It’s enough. For now, it’s enough. I lean back beside her, my arm resting casually behind her on the pillows, giving her space but letting her know I’m here.
We sit like that for a while, the sounds of the movie filling the room, the tension between us easing bit by bit.
She leans into me as the movie goes on, her head resting on my shoulder. I let my hand fall gently to her back, tracing lazy circles with my thumb, and she relaxes into me even more.
As the movie winds down, I notice Swyn’s breathing has changed, slowing into the steady rhythm of sleep. Her head is still resting on my shoulder, her body warm and soft against mine.
I glance down and see her eyes are closed, her features peaceful in a way I haven’t seen before. It’s like all the tension she carries has finally melted away.
Careful not to wake her, I shift slightly, easing her down against the pillows. She stirs a little, murmuring something unintelligible, but doesn’t wake.
I pull the blankets up over her, tucking her in as gently as I can.
She fits so perfectly here, in my arms, like she was made for this—made for me. I know she’s just as perfect for my brothers too. As soon as Ri declared she was his mate, I knew she was destined to be all of ours.
To me, it makes perfect sense. We’re triplets, we shared a womb. When we shift into Cerberus, we share a body. Of course we’d share a mate. And Swyn is the perfect mate for all of us.
I lie down beside her, pulling her close without thinking twice about it, wrapping my arm around her waist and feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her shirt.
She sighs in her sleep, nestling into me, her face pressed against my chest.
I close my eyes, the sound of her breathing lulling me into a peaceful daze. Everything feels right, like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be. With her. Protecting her. Holding her close.
The last thought that crosses my mind once more as I drift off is how damn perfect she feels in my arms—like she was made for this, for me.
When I wake up,it’s still early. A faint glow of light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows around the room. I feel her before I see her, her fingers under my shirt, lightly tracing the lines of my abs, almost tentative, like she’s not sure if she’s dreaming or awake.
I glance down, catching the sight of her face so close to mine, her eyes half-lidded, lost in thought. There’s something about the way her touch sends a shiver through me that makes it almost impossible to stay still, but I don’t move.
I let her explore, let her linger.
Her fingers pause when she notices I’m awake, her gaze flicking up to meet mine. For a second, neither of us says anything, just locked in this quiet moment, her hand still pressed to my skin.
“Morning,” I say, my voice rough from sleep.
She blinks, realising what she’s been doing, and quickly pulls her hand away.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
I catch her wrist before she can fully retreat, a lazy grin tugging at my lips. “I don’t mind. In fact, I want you to touch me. Explore. Have at it. I’m your playground.”