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This sudden switch in Elle’s behavior gnawed at him. Having spent his life reading people, survival instincts honed razor-sharp by years of solitude, Drake couldn’t silence the warning bells in his head. The transformation from rebellious to a perfect Little had happened too smoothly, too quickly. While his heartyearned to embrace this moment fully, his mind demanded caution.
Damian noticed the conflict in Drake’s expression. “She’s amazing,” he said, his voice rough with emotion as he tenderly wiped away a bead of sweat from her temple. “Our Little trusted us completely, Drake. How awesome is that?” His eyes shone with pure joy, unmarred by Drake’s reservations. “You made the right choice, Drake. We’re truly lucky to have her as our Little.”
Drake’s chest tightened. This was why he had to stay vigilant. Not just for himself but for Damian. Sweet, loving Damian, who had crashed through Drake’s carefully constructed walls years ago with his unwavering affection and loyalty. Before Damian, Drake had never known what it meant to be loved unconditionally, to be accepted despite his flaws and scars—not even parental love. Damian had taught him that love wasn’t a weapon to be feared but a gift to be treasured.
“I’m not convinced she’s completely transitioned, Damian,” Drake said softly, squeezing his partner's shoulder. “It’s too soon. We need to be careful.” The words tasted bitter in his mouth, but he had to voice them. Protecting Damian’s heart was as natural as breathing to him.
“It’ll be fucking hard, but I’ll keep that in mind.”
In their minds, Elle was their perfect fit, the one who completed their dynamic duo and turned them into a triad that felt invincible.
A lifetime of emotional solitude had taught Drake the art of self-preservation. From his earliest memories, he had been the one looking out for others, never allowing anyone close enough to look out for him. Love had been a foreign concept until Damian broke through his defenses, showing him what it meant to be cherished, to be worthy of care.
Now, watching Elle sleep so peacefully, Drake felt the familiar war within himself. His heart ached to chase thisultimate prize and the chance for a complete family with a love so pure, it could heal old wounds. But the voice in his head, the one that had kept him alive all these years, whispered its concerns.Who will protect your heart when it all falls apart? Who will pick up the pieces if this perfect moment proves to be an illusion?
I've survived alone before, he reminded himself grimly.I'll survive again.But even as he thought it, he knew this time was different. This time, he wasn’t just risking his own heart; he was gambling with Damian’s as well. And that made everything infinitely more complicated.
“We need to take care of her like we would any Little. No special treatment just because she floored us tonight. She needs to know nothing has changed. There are still rules and expectations to fulfill.” Drake’s eyes glimmered with determination. “Through it all, we need to make sure she knows how much she means to us.”
“That’ll be the easy part,” Damian agreed. “Let’s clean her up and get her to bed. She’s going to be sore when she wakes up.”
With the utmost care and tenderness, they set about cleaning Elle, using warm, damp cloths to soothe her sensitive areas before rubbing a healing gel inside her orifices. They worked in synchronized silence and finished up by dressing Elle in a diaper and a dinosaur-covered onesie. As they tucked her into her crib, she stirred slightly but didn’t wake up as she cuddled into her pillow, once again curling onto her side.
They exchanged another look with their smiles mirroring each other.
“Fuck, it’s too easy with her, isn’t it, Drake?”
“Yes, Damian. It sure is.” Drake leaned over and softly kissed her on the lips. “More than words can express.”
Damian nuzzled her neck. His voice was a low rumble in Drake’s ears. “You’re our world now, babygirl. We’ll always take care of you, always cherish you.”
Drake allowed himself one more moment of hope. Yes, he would pursue this dream of perfect love, but he would do so with eyes wide open, ready to protect both himself and Damian from any storms that might head their way.
Because that was what love meant. It wasn’t limited to tender moments and passionate encounters but the wisdom to know when to be cautious, when to protect, and when to trust.
Damian had taught him that. Now, it was up to Drake to put those lessons into practice, no matter how much his heart yearned to simply let go and believe.
Chapter Twenty-Three
DD Estate, Dreamer’s Cove
Elle
Elle woke up with a start. Her hand brushed against the polished wooden bars of the crib. A scowl formed on her face as the reality of her location sank in.
“Just perfect,” she muttered, pushing herself up to a sitting position. The mattress, despite its plushness, might as well have been filled with rocks for all the comfort it offered her wounded pride.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting playful patterns across the new bronze carpet. The cheerful morning light mocked her dark mood, highlighting the stuffed animals arranged on nearby shelves and the delicate fairy lights strung along the walls.
“So, this is what being a Little means? The kind of life they would offer their future babygirl.” Elle’s words echoed in the empty nursery. “Get fucked senseless by my two Daddies but can’t be trusted to sleep in their big grownup bed and wake up in their arms?”
Her body tingled with remembered pleasure as fragments of the previous night flooded back. She could hear Drake’s commanding voice in her ear that had caused chills down her spine and how Damian’s skilled hands had mapped every inch of her skin.
“Lordy me, they even moved in perfect synchronization. How did they manage that?” She had fantasized about them together like that, imagining what it might be like to be with either one, but the reality of a threesome had surpassed anything her mind had conjured up.
“Stop it,” she chided herself, but her thighs pressed together of their own accord. “This is all pretend, remember? For three months and then the contract has been fulfilled.”
Raw need and belonging had coursed through her veins at their tender touches, and it had felt anything like pretense. Drake’s kiss goodnight and Damian’s gentle caresses had stirred a deep yearning in her soul that transcended mere physical pleasure. Their actions spoke of claiming, of possession, and of a future filled with more than just carnal satisfaction.
