“For you,” Killian says.
“The last time you came with us after a competition, Killian took the collar away and we threw you out. This time, we’re keeping you. The collar doesn’t come off unless all three of us agree on it.” Ian points at the locking mechanism which has three small holes. “This lock is customized. It needs three keys to open it.” He digs into his pants pocket, then opens his palm to display three small hex keys attached to individual key rings. “All pins have different forms,” he continues. “The collar doesn’t come off without all three.” He hands one to Killian, pockets one himself, and lifts one of my hands, placing the third one in my palm.
Closing my hand around the small pin, I lift it to wipe my eyes.
“I—” Suddenly choked up, I can’t get any words out.
“You’re ours, Jenna,” Killian says, softly stroking the side of my neck. “You don’t get to leave unless all three of us agree.”
“I-I don’t know what to say,” I manage.
“You don’t have to say anything. You just have to let us know if you’ll accept this collar.”
Sniffling, I bob my head. “Yes. Of course. Yes.”
Ian hums. “Good girl. I’m so proud of you.” He takes the metal band out, sets the box aside, and wraps the collar around my neck.
A surge of peaceful purpose washes through me.Homeis all I can think. With these two men. This is where I belong. It doesn’t matter where in the world we are; as long as I’m with them, I’m home.
Killian closes the collar, a click revealing that it’s now locked. “It’s discreet enough to wear in public,” he says. “And you canbathe and sleep with it. It never has to come off. You’re ours now. Always.”
I press my hand holding the key to my heart. I’m theirs. But I’m no longer a helpless pawn in their game. I have a say. I have a key. I’mpartof this. Us. And it’s so much more than I could have ever imagined, and still, it feels like there’s so much more to come.
Killian lowers himself to his knees and wraps his arms around my waist, and Ian sinks to the ground before me, pulling my head into his chest.
“Is this for real?” I whisper.
“All real,” Ian confirms, pressing his lips to my head.
We sit in silence for a while, just soaking up the quiet intimacy.
“I can’t believe it,” I say with a smile after some time. “Now I have two trophies.”
“We should put up a shelf in the living room for them,” Killian suggests.
“Good idea,” Ian agrees.
“No,” I correct. “I don’t care about those trophies.” I reach behind me to place one hand on Killian’s thigh, the other on Ian’s chest. “Thisis what I’ve won.”
“Ah,” Ian says.
“We’ve all won,” Killian says, leaning his head against my back. “But we’re still displaying the trophies.”
“You’re gonna need the space for all the future trophies you’re getting,” Ian adds.
I chuckle. “Am I getting a man for each trophy in the future as well?”
Killian growls, and Ian digs his fingers into my nape.
“Possessive cavemen,” I whisper.
Killian straightens, gripping my waist tight. “Does this call for a punishment?”
“Sure does,” Ian agrees.
I yelp when they haul me off the floor. “I need to sleep,” I protest as they bend me over the bed and Killian flips my dress skirt up.
“Not before we’ve fucked the idea of other men straight out of your head,” he says, ripping my pantyhose.