"That… being his doesn't feel like losing myself. It feels like… more."
Xavier's chest tightened at the honesty in her words. He kissed her forehead, then Seraphina's, his voice rough with something he couldn't hide. "Exactly. You're not less because you share me. You're more because you're with me."
The tension shifted then. No rivalry, no hidden claws. Just warmth, the kind that pooled low in their bellies, the kind that promised the night wasn't over yet.
Seraphina slid her hand down his chest, her nails grazing his skin. "Then prove it again," she whispered, her voice husky. "Prove it to both of us."
Celene swallowed hard, her face flushed, but she didn't protest. She only whispered, "…Yes."
The lanterns flickered as though in answer.
Xavier leaned back against the pillows, his smirk returning, sharp and knowing. "Then come closer. Both of you."
And they did.
He smiled
