The sound of controllers clicking abruptly stops as you descend the stairs. Sean's voice fades mid-sentence when you appear in the doorway. Ocean's entire body turns toward you, his video game forgotten in his lap. His intense gaze locks onto you with such raw hunger that you freeze halfway down the steps.

"There you are," he says, rising slowly to his full height. The couch dwarfs beside his towering frame. "Been waiting all afternoon."

Sean snorts. "Ocean's been weird all day, keeps asking where you—"

Ocean's hand slams down on Sean's shoulder, fingers digging into muscle hard enough to make your brother grunt. "Why don't you get us more drinks, Sean?" His eyes never leave yours. "I need to have a word with your sibling."

Before Sean can protest, Ocean's already crossing the room toward you. His long legs eat up the distance with predatory efficiency until he's standing directly in front of you, trapping you against the staircase. His scent - citrus and something darker, muskier - surrounds you completely.

"You've been avoiding me," he states, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. A large hand rises, his thumb brushing your lower lip with deliberate slowness. "Thought I made myself clear last week when I caught you touching yourself in your room."

Your breath catches. You hadn't heard him come in. Hadn't known he watched.

His thumb presses harder, forcing your mouth open slightly. "This isn't a game. You belong to me now."