CHAPTER 110: 110 - ANOTHER DAY

110

~Rowan’s POV

Belinda’s lips were soft. Warm. They tasted like trouble, the kind you knew you shouldn’t want, but you craved anyway, because once you got a taste, you knew you’d never stop.

Kael’s hand was on her waist, pulling her closer. Mine was on her cheek, my thumb brushing the corner of her mouth as if I could memorize every inch of her face through touch alone. The world outside this moment didn’t matter. It was just us, the heat of her breath, the press of her lips, the faint, dizzying scent of her perfume that had me losing my mind.

And Belinda... Belinda kissed us both back like she’d been waiting for this. Like every lingering glance, every sharp word she’d ever thrown our way, had been building to this exact second.

When we finally pulled away, it was like coming up for air after being underwater too long. My chest rose and fell, Kael’s breathing was just as ragged, and Belinda... she looked devastating. Her lips were flushed, her hair slightly mussed, her eyes gleaming with something that was equal parts challenge and invitation.

Kael grinned like a fool, the kind of grin I’d only seen on him once or twice in our lives. "We’ll reject Lisa," he said, voice rough but certain, no hesitation.

I felt that same certainty settle in my bones. "Yeah," I said immediately, without a second thought. "As soon as possible."

Belinda blinked at us, her eyes widening just slightly, not out of fear, but disbelief. Like she hadn’t expected us to say it out loud, to be that sure.

"You mean it?" she asked, her voice softer now, almost vulnerable. That was rare for her.

I cupped her face again, tilting it up toward me so she had no choice but to see the truth in my eyes. "We mean every damn word, Bel. You’re the one we want. Not her. Not anyone else. You’re the one who should be our Luna."

Her lips parted, and for a moment she just stared at us like she was weighing every possible outcome, every risk. Then that slow, dangerous smile spread across her face. The kind of smile that could undo a man in seconds.

"Well..." she drawled, biting her bottom lip, her gaze flicking between Kael and me. "If that’s the case..." Her voice dropped, low and sultry, "...why don’t we... celebrate?"

The way she said it, the subtle emphasis, the wicked spark in her eyes, sent a sharp jolt of heat through my veins. Kael’s grip on her waist tightened slightly, and I realized my hand hadn’t moved from her cheek. If anything, my fingers had slipped into her hair without me realizing.

She leaned in just a little, close enough for her breath to ghost over my lips again, close enough for me to catch that faint hint of sweetness on her tongue. My heart pounded, not from nerves but from that intoxicating mix of want and the sheer thrill of knowing she was choosing this, choosing us.

Kael’s grin softened into something hungrier, more focused. "Celebrate, huh?" he murmured, his tone dripping with suggestion.

Belinda’s smile widened, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she took a small step back, just enough to make us chase her without even thinking. Her hand slipped from Kael’s chest to mine, trailing lightly down as she passed between us, and I swear that single touch lit every nerve in my body on fire.

That look in her eyes could make any man lose his mind. And we did.

The next moments blurred into heat and movement. Kael’s fingers tangled in her hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp. My lips trailed along her neck, catching the scent of her skin, feeling the shiver that ran through her. She arched into us, nails dragging down my back in a way that sent lightning through every nerve.

It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t talked about. It was instinct. The three of us moved together like we’d done it a hundred times before, like our bodies already knew the rhythm, the pace, the give and take.

Her laughter came in soft breaths, turning into sighs, then low, throaty moans that only made us move faster, hungrier. My hands roamed her curves, memorizing every line, while Kael’s mouth claimed hers in deep, possessive kisses. There was no outside world in that moment, only us, the heat, and the way she clung to us like she didn’t want it to end.

When it finally did, the air was heavy, charged. The room felt warmer, the kind of warmth that clung to your skin. None of us moved right away. She lay there between us, flushed and smiling faintly, while Kael and I exchanged a glance, one part satisfaction, one part silent agreement that this... whatever this was... wasn’t ending here.

But reality had a way of creeping back in. Kael was the first to shift, reluctantly pulling himself up. I followed, feeling that strange, possessive pull toward her even as I moved away.

At the door, Belinda smirked, tugging her robe loosely around her shoulders. She leaned against the frame, eyes glinting with mischief and certainty.

"Don’t take too long to make it official," she said, like she already knew the decision was made.

"We won’t," Kael promised without missing a beat.

We left her room and walked down to the lounge, still riding the high of what just happened. I dropped into one of the couches and ran my hands through my hair.

"We need her," I said flatly. "We need her as our Luna as soon as possible."

Kael sat across from me, leaning forward. "Yeah. Lisa is nothing compared to her. Belinda’s the one. We can’t waste any more time."

"Then we deal with Damon. He needs to be on board," I muttered.

Kael pulled out his phone and called him. The idiot actually answered, telling us that he was with Lisa.

He was with Lisa when he should have been here, with us, figuring out how to make Belinda ours.

I ended the call with my fists tight.

Kael was glaring at the wall like it had personally offended him.

"We’re not waiting another day," he said.

I nodded. "We make Belinda ours, and Lisa can go to hell."