Her apartment smelled like trouble.
Thick.
Heavy.
Suffocating.
Pheromones layered the air like fog, clinging to the walls, the furniture, the floor, and most of all… them.
Her three dogs.
And her.
Krishna lay sprawled across her bed, propped up with pillows, her injured arm still resting uselessly in a sling against her side. But even that didn't stop the lazy curl of her smirk… or the way her gaze dragged across the three bodies kneeling around her like devout followers at a shrine.
Aaron.
Alliyah.
Allysa.
All flushed. Breathing hard. Their clothes barely clinging to them anymore.
She could still taste the remnants of their earlier struggle… her skin hot, sticky, marked.
This?
This was their thank you.
Their way of giving back… after all the hell she dragged herself through for them.
Her reward for keeping them.
Claiming them.
And making them hers.
"Look at you all," Krishna purred, voice syrupy and low, even though her throat was dry from too much panting. "Can't even go five minutes without begging."
Aaron's eyes darkened, crawling up from where he'd just left kisses along her ankle like a starved animal.
"We're not begging," he rasped, voice hoarse with need and pride both. "We're worshipping."
Beside him, the twins weren't far behind.
Alliyah had her cheek pressed against Krishna's uninjured thigh, lips parting with every shaky breath like she was drunk on the scent alone.
Allysa, bolder, dragged her tongue along the inside of Krishna's other knee, just slow enough to make the woman above her suck in a tight breath.
Krishna's head fell back against the pillows with a low laugh.
Heat pulsed between her legs, aching, but she still didn't lift a finger.
Not this time.
Not when she didn't have to.
"You're all disgusting," she crooned, voice shaking from holding back her own moan.
"We learned from you," Alliyah whispered against her skin.
Aaron let out something close to a growl, pushing himself up to kiss along her stomach, just above the waistband of her shorts. "You made us like this."
"And you like it," Allysa giggled, sliding her palm higher up Krishna's thigh.
Krishna hissed between her teeth, biting her bottom lip to stop the sound from spilling out. Her good hand grabbed a fistful of Aaron's hair just as he kissed lower… letting her nails scratch his scalp in warning.
"Touch me like that again…" she warned breathlessly, "and I might forget I'm supposed to be resting."
Aaron's pupils blew wide.
"I dare you," he whispered, grinning like the reckless dog he always was.
But before she could even think of responding--
The twins doubled down.
Alliyah's lips dragged higher, biting, sucking, marking.
Allysa… her fingers already dancing under Krishna's waistband, just enough to tease but never enough to satisfy.
Her whole body tensed.
The air thickened more.
Gods… she could barely breathe.
Her throat worked around a moan that clawed its way up anyway.
And when Aaron took the challenge seriously and buried his mouth lower--
Krishna's back arched with a sharp, choked gasp.
Stars. She actually saw stars.
"F-fuck!"
Her good hand slammed down on the headboard, nails scraping wood as every nerve ending in her body lit up at once.
The twins didn't stop.
Aaron didn't stop.
They worked together like wolves ripping apart a feast, desperate for every taste she allowed them.
Pheromones thickened again, coating the room in pure heat and instinct, primal and messy and selfish.
Her legs trembled, betraying her usual control.
Her voice broke, hitching with every exhale.
Her heart?
Pounding so loud in her ears she could barely hear her own breathing.
They kept going.
Dragging her higher.
And higher.
Until she finally shattered in their hands, mouth open in a silent scream as the wave crashed through her.
It took her full minutes to even realize she'd been holding onto Aaron's shirt so tight she nearly ripped the fabric.
When her eyes fluttered open…
Three sets of eyes stared back at her.
Lust.
Adoration.
Obsession.
And underneath it all… something dangerously close to love.
Krishna's throat burned.
Her chest ached.
Her entire body trembled, but still… she found her smirk again.
"Now look at the mess you made," she rasped out, her voice ruined but amused.
Aaron rested his forehead against her hip, panting.
"I'd make it again."
The twins giggled, though both still looked just as wrecked as she felt.
Krishna let her head drop back, her heart still slamming against her ribs.
Somewhere in the corner of her mind, she knew this was dangerous.
Letting them in like this.
Letting them see her undone.
Letting herself want them to stay.
But for now?
For this night?
For this single burning moment of chaos and heat and tangled limbs?
She let it happen.
Her leash…
Her crown…
Her control…
Everything was still hers.
And her dogs?
Still loyal.
Still hers.
Always.
And heaven help the next poor soul who tried to take them away.
Because next time?
She wouldn't just break them.
She'd ruin them completely.