She huffed out a bitter laugh, muttering, “Not that I needed rescuing, but watching those arms and all that muscle in motion while you pounded the crap out of him? Yeah, that I would’ve enjoyed.” She pressed her palm flat against the cool glass, voice dropping to a softer confession. “Instead, I got to do it alone. Again. And it hurt more than I want to admit.”

She could almost hear Liam teasing her about her sarcasm, or Jacob telling her to quit pretending she wasn’t bleeding on the inside. That thought made her chest ache. Sarcasm came easier than admitting the hurt, but the truth coiled inside her: facing him without them had been hard and part of her hated that she’d had to.

The ache twisted with longing, building heat low in her belly. She wanted them. Needed them. Not just for protection, but because she was tired of being strong alone. She wanted to lean into them, laugh with them, take what fate had given her and make it hers.

And then, the air shimmered. Heat rolled across her skin, her breath hitched and the tattoo on her stomach seared with light. She gasped as two dark plumes of smoke unfurled before her, solidifying into muscle, skin and beloved faces. Liam and Jacob stood naked in the middle of her room, raw and real, their eyes locked on her as if she were their entire world.

“Sweet,” Jacob rasped, his voice thick with longing.

Liam stepped forward, jaw tight with emotion. “Love.”

Tears pricked Willow’s eyes as they closed in around her, bracketing her with heat and strength. She laughed wetly, swiping at her cheeks. “God, I missed you so much.” She shoved at Liam’s chest, not really pushing him away. “You left me to face him. Do you know how terrified I was?”

Jacob cupped her jaw, eyes dark with regret. “We heard you. Every word. Every breath. We wanted nothing more than to tear out of the void and rip him apart.”

“You couldn’t,” she whispered. “I know that, I do.”

“No,” Liam agreed, voice rough. “But the bond is growing. Stronger every day. We will find a way out of this curse. We’ll be there, body and blade, when it matters most.”

The tension in the room shifted, heavy with want. Willow sucked in a breath, her skin tingling at the heat in their gazes. She tilted her chin, refusing to let fear or fate steal this moment. “Then show me. Show me I belong to you and you to me.”

Jacob’s eyes flared hot, Liam’s throat bobbed. “Sweet—” Jacob began.

“Don’t ‘sweet’ me,” she cut in, a wicked spark lighting her. “I’ve spent two days wondering what the hell this bond means. Tonight, I’m going to decide for myself. And what I want…” She pushed Liam back toward the mattress, a teasing grin curling her lips. “…is both of you. Right now.”

Jacob groaned, low and dirty. “Fuck, I love when she takes charge.”

Liam hit the bed with a grunt as Willow climbed onto him, straddling his hips, her fingers splayed across the hard wall of his chest. She rolled her hips once, savoring his hiss of breath. “God, you feel good,” she murmured.

Jacob knelt beside them, stroking her thigh, watching with dark, hungry eyes. “Open your mouth for me, sweet. Let me feel that tongue while you ride him.”

Her body flushed at the filth in his tone, heat sparking low. She leaned, lips parting, but he pulled back just enough to grin. “Beg me, Willow. Tell me you want my cock between those lips.”

Liam’s groan beneath her vibrated through her body. “Jacob—”

“No, let her say it.” Jacob’s gaze was molten fire, daring her.

Her pulse pounded. She locked eyes with him, voice trembling with need. “I want you in my mouth. Please.”

He swore, rough and guttural, then guided her hand to his cock, thick and heavy. “Then take me, sweet. Take all of me.”

She leaned sideways, lips sealing around him as Liam surged into her beneath. The dual sensation made her moan, vibrating around Jacob’s length. Liam’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her ride, while Jacob hissed, fingers threading into her hair. “Fuck, that’s it. You’re so perfect like this—riding him, sucking me. Our perfect mate.”

Willow moaned again, her body arching as Jacob thrust shallowly against her lips, groaning filth down at her. “You feel like heaven, sweet. Look at you, stretched around him, lips wrapped around me. You were made for this—made for us.”

Her nails dug into Liam’s chest, making him buck upward, his voice ragged. “Love, you’re driving me wild. Harder. Take me deeper.”

The rhythm built, pleasure mounting as Willow lost herself in the heat of them, in the bond thrumming like wildfire in her veins. Every thrust, every groan, every filthy word branded her deeper to them.

When release finally shattered through them, it was blinding, raw and real. She collapsed between them, trembling, her body wrung out but her heart fiercely alive.

Later, tangled in sheets and sweat, the night air cooling their flushed skin, Willow fed them grapes from the tray she’d left by the bed, laughing when Jacob deliberately nipped her fingers. Liam teased her about trying to play hostess while still flushed from orgasm and she rolled her eyes, content in the warmth of them. They sipped wine, whispered soft words, let teasing brush into affection as the stars overhead blinked faintly through the city haze.

When the laughter softened, Willow whispered into the quiet. “He said two days. The new moon. Today and tomorrow, so it has to be tomorrow night.”

Liam kissed her hair. “Then two days is all we need. We’ll end him.”

Jacob’s arm tightened around her waist. “We’ll break the curse, sweet. The fates weren’t wrong. We were meant for you and you for us.”