The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 77

Toren didn’t say a word—just moved.

One second I was standing there, dizzy from alcohol and adrenaline; the next, I was airborne.

A startled gasp escaped me as he scooped me up like I weighed nothing, throwing me over his shoulder. His grip was iron-strong—one arm banded across the back of my thighs, the other pressed firmly against my lower back to hold me steady.

“Toren!” I protested, pounding a weak fist against his back. “Put me down—”

“Not happening,” he growled, his voice vibrating through my body. “You’ve caused enough trouble for one night, Starlight.”

Tyson and Talon fell into step behind us, their long strides matching his as we moved down the hallway. The air around them was heavy, charged; I could feel it like static dancing across my skin through the bond—dominance, frustration, hunger—all tangled together.

We passed the room we’d been staying in. For a second, I thought he’d stop there. He didn’t.

He kept walking, boots echoing sharply against the marble floor, until Talon finally stepped ahead of him and waved a little plastic keycard at a door near the end of the corridor. The lock clicked, and he pushed it open.

The room beyond stole my breath.

It was massive—larger than the suite we’d been in before. A wall of windows overlooked the glittering city lights, and the curtains billowed softly in the faint breeze from a cracked window. A low, steady hum of air conditioning filled the silence, cooling the room to a perfect chill.

The centerpiece was the bed—an enormous California king that dominated the space. The sheets were deep charcoal, silky-smooth and still unwrinkled, a few soft pillows arranged with military precision. A dark wood headboard rose high against the wall, intricate carvings twisting like vines. There was space enough for all of us—more than enough—and yet the idea of that made something in my stomach twist with both nerves and anticipation.

Toren stepped inside without slowing, the others following. He didn’t pause to admire the view or the luxury. He moved straight to the bed and tossed me onto it, the bounce of the mattress stealing the breath right out of me.

I scrambled up on my elbows, hair falling into my face, heart pounding like a drum. Toren stood at the foot of the bed, golden eyes glinting under the dim light. Tyson closed the door behind him with a quiet click while Talon lingered near the wall, his expression unreadable.

For a long moment, none of them spoke. The air was thick, heavy, and charged with something feral.

Toren’s gaze swept over me, then cut to his brothers. A smirk curved his lips—dark, confident, and full of promise.

“This time,” he said, voice rough and low, “there’s no mercy.”

His eyes locked on mine as he added, “She takes all three of us.”

The room went silent, save for the faint rustle of the curtains and the pounding of my own heart.

Talon's jaw ticked, his dark eyes flicking to mine with a mix of hunger and that lingering disapproval. Tyson just nodded, his usual cocky grin sharpening into something predatory. I opened my mouth to protest—or maybe plead—but Toren was on me in a flash. His huge hands clamped onto my hips, yanking me down toward the edge of the bed with effortless strength. The mattress shifted under his pull, and I slid like I was on ice, my ass teetering right at the brink.

He didn't stop there. With a savage rip, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and tore them down my legs, the denim shredding slightly at the seams from his impatience. Cool air hit my skin, goosebumps racing up my thighs as he flung the jeans aside. Talon moved like a shadow, suddenly beside me, his fingers tangling in the hem of my tank top. He hauled it up and over my head in one fluid motion, my arms lifting on instinct, leaving me exposed from the waist up except for my bra.

Tyson was at my feet, boots thudding as he knelt and gripped one ankle, then the other, unlacing and yanking them off with quick, efficient jerks. Socks followed, tossed into the corner. I lay there, heart pounding, stripped down to just my bra and panties, the three of them towering over me, staring with unbridled hunger. Their gazes raked over my body—breasts heaving with each breath, the damp spot already forming between my legs from the earlier elevator tease.

“Look at her,” Tyson murmured, his voice thick with lust, a hint of that dark humor creeping in. “All flushed and ready.” He licked his lips, eyes locked on the curve of my hips.

Toren's response was a low snarl. “She's ours to unwrap.” But there was a glint in his eye, that possessive edge laced with amusement at my predicament.

Slowly, deliberately, they started on their own clothes. Toren first—grabbing the collar of his black shirt and peeling it off, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest, scars from old battles crisscrossing his abs like badges of dominance. Talon followed, shrugging out of his gray tee, his broader build rippling with tension, muscles flexing as he tossed it away. Tyson last, smirking as he stripped his, his leaner frame taut and wired, tattoos snaking down his arms.

Toren grabbed my hips again, dragging me further until my ass hung clean off the edge, legs dangling. He dropped to his knees between them with a thud, his breath hot against my inner thighs. “Spread for me,” he commanded, but his hands were already forcing my legs wider, knees bending as he hooked his fingers into my panties and ripped them down, the fabric tearing with a sharp snap. He buried his face between my thighs without warning, tongue lashing out to flatten against my clit, circling it with rough, insistent pressure.

I arched off the bed, a cry escaping my lips as sparks shot through me. “Toren—fuck!” His mouth was relentless, sucking hard on the sensitive nub, teeth grazing just enough to sting, his growl vibrating straight into my core.

Tyson kicked off his boots and shoved his pants down in one go, his cock springing free—thick, veined, and already leaking at the tip. He wrapped a fist around it, stroking slow and firm as he watched Toren devour me, his eyes hooded with raw need. “That’s it, brother,” he rasped, thumb swiping over the head to spread the precum. “Get her dripping for us.”