Talon’s eyes widen. “Oh God. We’re… doing this now?”
Silas grins. “Consider it sex ed: fucked-up family edition.”
Penelope snorts. “Just—don’t be weird about it.”
“We’re adults,” I say. “Mostly.”
Silas gestures toward me. “Gideon goes first.”
I shoot him a look, but Penelope’s eyebrows lift in expectation.
Fine.
“I like control,” I admit evenly. “Precision. Consistency. I get off on pushing her pleasure until she forgets her own name.” I shrug. “I’ll make her come three times before I even think about finishing. Sometimes more. It’s how I’m wired.”
Penelope’s cheeks flush instantly. Talon makes a strangled noise that sounds like a dying animal.
“Oh my God,” he mutters, burying his face in his hands again. “Why did I sit down for this?”
Silas pats his back. “Grow up. You wanted to be part of this; now you get the Discovery Channel version of your uncle’s sex drive.”
“I hate it here,” Talon mumbles. “I mean, not actually, because Penelope is—” He flails a hand toward her. “Hot. Amazing. Whatever. But hearing you describe making her come repeatedly is—Jesus—information I did not need.”
Penelope laughs so hard she clutches her stomach. “You’re so dramatic.”
Silas clears his throat. “My turn.”
Talon braces like he’s preparing for impact.
“I like mess,” Silas says simply. “I like seeing what I did to her. I like her marked up. Creamed up. I like the visual proof.” He leans back, unbothered. “And I like the idea of breeding. Putting it in her deep. Making her feel it for hours.”
Talon slaps both hands over his ears. “NOPE. Absolutely not. Skip. Skip. Fast-forward. Unsubscribe.”
Penelope chokes on air. “Silas!”
“What?” he says, deadpan. “It’s true.”
Gideon snorts. “At least he’s concise.”
Talon groans. “I’m going to need therapy.”
“You can’t afford therapy,” Silas reminds him. “Now shut up. Your turn.”
Talon drops his hands just enough to glare. “My kink is not listening to you two talk about breeding my girlfriend.”
“Ourgirlfriend,” I correct quietly.
Silas nods once, firm. “Our girlfriend.”
Penelope’s eyes soften. Her lips part. She’s hearing it—really hearing it—and something melts in her posture.
Talon tries to save face with a cough. “Okay, but seriously—I like when she takes control. When she tells me what to do. When she’s… bossy. With you guys she’s all submissive and soft and melty. With me? She flips me over like a pancake.”
Penelope elbows him. “Don’t say pancake.”
“It’s accurate,” he insists.
Gideon folds his hands. “This is why communication matters. You don’t treat all partners the same. You shouldn’t. You adapt to the person—and the dynamic.”
