*Isabella's POV*
"Oh, okay, I'm fucking ready," Jacob said, his smirk softening into something more serious, more open.
"We're ready," Damien corrected, his voice a low, steady rumble that seemed to ground the entire room.
I took a deep, shuddering breath, my heart hammering against my ribs. I looked between both of them, their faces a study in contrasts – Jacob's open, nervous hope, and Damien's intense, guarded focus. I turned first to Damien.
"I love you, Damien," I said, and the words, once spoken, seemed to suck all the air out of the room. I saw his immediate shock, a stillness that overtook him, his eyes widening as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "Since I've met you, I have loved you. You are like a part of my fucking soul. We're the same, you get me the most, and I can't imagine living my life without you." The words poured out of me, a raw, unfiltered truth I'd held back for too long.
Then, slowly, I turned to Jacob. The playful energy had completely vanished from his face, replaced by a sudden, deep-seated worry, as if he was bracing for the worst. "But I can't ignore my feelings for Jacob," I said, my voice softening. "You're a fucking thunderstorm, and you keep me on your toes. You challenge me, you make me try things I've never thought I would. I need you to be completed." I saw his worry deepen, and I rushed on, my voice gaining strength. "I love you too, Jacob."
I took another deep breath, looking from one to the other, my heart laid bare. "I want you both. And if you'll still have me... I know now that we can be together, finally. No connection, no jealousy. I've seen how you interact with each other, and it makes me so fucking happy to see you've put your differences aside and buried the hatchet."
"It's true, he forgave me," Jacob said, a note of pride in his voice.
"I was never that mad at him," Damien said, his gaze distant for a moment. "I just... I had some unresolved issues, and I took my fucking anger out on him."
"Since you've left us, we spent a lot of time together," Jacob added.
"We can give you what you want," Damien said, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face that sent a jolt of heat straight through me.
"We will not fight anymore," Damien added.
"I mean, I'll still tease you," Jacob chimed in, and they both chuckled, a shared, easy sound that was so new and so welcome.
"The healthy amount of sibling arguments, I can deal with that," I said, a small smile touching my lips. "But I don't want to see that fucking hatred or resentment I saw last year."
"Never," they both said in perfect unison.
"We've missed you very much," Damien said, his voice a low, sincere rumble that vibrated through my very bones.
"Enough chit chat," I said, my voice a breathless, daring whisper. "Come and kiss me."
And with that, he did. Damien closed the small distance between us in a single, powerful stride. He didn't ask; he took. His hands cupped my face, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me into a kiss that was pure possession. It was demanding and deep, a searing kiss that claimed every part of me, a silent, furious declaration that I was his, and he was done waiting.
Then, as suddenly as it began, it was over. I was spun around, my back slamming gently against Jacob's solid chest. His arms wrapped around me. He tilted my head to the side, and his lips found mine. This kiss was the polar opposite of Damien's. It was gentle, almost savoring, a slow, worshiping exploration that made my heart ache. He pulled away all too soon, leaving me breathless and dizzy.
"I'm still not convinced," I teased, my voice shaky as I tried to regain some illusion of control. "What exactly did you miss about me?"
Before the last word was even out of my mouth, Damien pulled me back into his arms, his body a hard, possessive line against mine.
"Your eyes," he said, his voice a low growl. "I love the way they go from defiant to totally fucking submissive just for me." He cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing the corner of my eye, while his other hand squeezed my hip possessively, a clear claim.
Before I knew it, I was back against Jacob's chest again. "Your curly hair," he murmured, his fingers tangling in the mess of my curls.
"It's my favourite thing about you." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "I love burying my hand in your hair when I kiss the shit out of you," he said, the raw, honest words sending a shiver straight down my spine.
Then I was back with Damien, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that made my knees weak. "Your cute ass," he said, his hand sliding down to give it a firm, deliberate squeeze.
In one swift, effortless motion, he picked me up, making me yelp in surprise as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He strode forward and placed me on the polished surface of his desk. "On my desk, just like this," he continued, his voice a husky command.
Before I could even process the dizzying shift, Jacob took his place between my legs, his hands resting on my thighs. "The sweet little sounds you make when I touch you," he said, his voice thick with desire. He leaned in and kissed my neck, his lips soft and hot against my skin, making me gasp exactly the way he'd intended.
"Tell me more," I breathed, the words a desperate, shaky plea. And just like that, Jacob claimed my lips, a fierce, hungry kiss that stole the air from my lungs. Before I could even process it, he was gone, and Damien was there, his mouth claiming mine with a possessive fire that made my head spin. And then... nothing. They both pulled away, leaving me gasping on the desk, my lips tingling and my body screaming in protest.
"Why are you torturing me?" I asked, my voice a whiny, frustrated mess. What the actual fuck? They were playing with me, and it was working.
"Tutoring?" Jacob asked in fake confusion, a wicked smirk playing on his lips that was so full of shit it was almost insulting.
"You kiss me like that and then you both just stop? I'm fucking dying here," I said, my voice laced with a desperation that was utterly humiliating.
"Did you think that you could just leave and not suffer the consequences? Not get punished?" Damien asked, his voice a low growl as he hauled me against his hard chest. His grip was like iron, a clear, statement of ownership.