Page 78 of Unclench Me Softly

He leans back.

Miles stands next. Calm. Clinical. But his gaze lingers longer than it should on the exposed skin of my leg.

He dips two fingers in the oil, kneels, and adds a second symbol beside Jax’s. Smaller. Sharper. “My word is clarity,” he says. “Because you disorient me.”

He returns to his place like he didn’t just lobotomize me with sensual intention.

Jonah rises. No preamble. Just action. He kneels. Pushes my robe up another inch. Draws a line so light it makes me shiver. “Truth,” he murmurs. “Even when you’re pretending.”

Then he looks up, directly into my eyes, and leaves the print of his thumb beside it.

I forget how to exist.

Seb’s turn. He doesn’t speak. Just moves in silence, presses a wide palm to my thigh, and drags a streak of oil like he’s marking territory. “Steady,” he finally says.

The word is soft. Heavy. It lands in my chest like a stone.

Then Asher. Of course Asher kneels like a man offering his heart to the moon. He adds a swirling little shape between the others, right at the center of the softest skin. “Safe,” he whispers. “Because that’s how I feel around you. Even when you’re wild.”

I am about to ascend.

They return to their places.

And I’m left standing, one leg streaked in five glistening symbols of emotional destruction, heart pounding like a shaman drum in a sex cult, robe clinging to my body like even it knows I’ve lost control.

The room is quiet.

Then Jax smirks and says, “We should do this every night.”

I retreat to the corner cushion like I’m escaping a group séance that got too personal and maybe accidentally awakened my womb chakra.

My leg is still glistening.

They’re still watching me.

Not intensely. Not hungrily.

Just… present.

Like they meant it.

I grab my notebook, open it to a blank page, and write:

Do not let them near the oil again.

Then:

Also: do not let them gather unsupervised. Or speak. Or breathe near you with intention.

I slam the notebook shut. Fumble for my phone.

Text Callie like it’s a lifeline braided from emotional regret and lavender-scented depravity.

ME:

update: i am the anointed goddess of accidental harem worship and i think i climaxed via oil symbolism

CALLIE:

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