Chapter 3: Whispers Turn to Flames

Lena’s bare feet padded silently across the polished wooden floor as she re-entered the living room, but her presence hit like a thunderclap. The air, already thick with the low hum of jazz and the sharp tang of whiskey, now pulsed with something primal, electric. Her green eyes, darkened by the fury igniting in her core, swept over the three men lounging on the cream leather couch. Victor in the center, his salt-and-pepper authority radiating like heat from a forge; Jax to his left, muscles coiled under his polo like a predator at rest; Kai on the right, ink-sleeved arms draped casually, his pierced grin promising mischief. They were mid-laugh, glasses clinking, but the sound died as she approached, her hips swaying with deliberate, hypnotic rhythm, the white sundress clinging to her curves like a lover’s reluctant goodbye.

Mark trailed behind her, his face a mask of pale dread, but she didn’t glance back. Her womb ached with that fertile throb, a deep, insistent pull that made her pussy clench against the open lace of her teddy, her juices already slicking her inner thighs. Ovulation’s fire burned hot, twisting her rejection into raw hunger. If he wouldn’t claim her, these men would—strangers turned saviors, their cocks the keys to her release.

She stopped at the edge of the heavy oak coffee table, the low lights casting shadows that danced over her skin. Without a word, her fingers hooked under the sundress’s straps, peeling them down her shoulders in one slow, teasing slide. The fabric whispered against her body, revealing inch by inch: the black lace crotchless teddy hugging her full breasts, the mesh so sheer her stiff nipples poked through like dark berries begging to be plucked. Lower still, the dress pooled at her feet, exposing the open crotch framing her shaved pussy—lips swollen and glistening, the faint musk of her arousal wafting into the room like an invitation carved in scent. Garter straps bit into her thighs, accentuating the curve of her ass, the tightness of her holes aching for invasion.

The men’s eyes devoured her. Victor’s blue gaze darkened, his thick eight-incher stirring visibly in his tailored pants, a bulge that promised revenge and dominance. Jax shifted, his broad chest rising faster, the curved nine-inch monster in his jeans arching upward like it sensed prey. Kai licked his lip ring, his girth thickening, the pierced barbell’s outline pressing against the fabric as if eager to stretch and claim.

“Gentlemen,” Lena purred, her voice a husky velvet that wrapped around their cocks like a warm fist. She stepped closer, dropping gracefully to her knees in front of Victor first, her face level with his zipper, her breath hot against the wool of his suit. “My husband just confessed he doesn’t have the balls to be a daddy tonight. But I’m ovulating ... my womb is ripe, dripping, screaming for strong seed to take root.” Her hands slid up his thighs, fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle, nails scraping lightly until she cupped the growing bulge. “You fired him for being weak all those years ago. Now, take what’s his. Breed me. Fill me with the child he refuses to give.”