MARIA POV
I could still hear Sherry’s voice echoing in my head. The urgency in her tone, the way she had hesitated before speaking, the treat behind her words—it all made my stomach churn.
I knew I had to talk to Henry and Dax about it. I should have done it the moment I hung up. But right now, with their hands on me, their heat pressing against my skin, their scent wrapping around me like a cocoon—I just couldn’t.
I needed this.
I needed them.
I felt it in the way Henry’s fingers traced my spine, featherlight, igniting every nerve in my body. In the way Dax cupped the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer, his lips barely grazing mine, teasing, testing my resolve. I felt it in the way my body responded—shivering under their touch, arching towar
