In the front seat, Talon starts choking on air, whipping around to look at me like I’ve grown another head. Nathaniel’s eyes flickto the rearview mirror, meeting mine with a slight furrow of his brow.
I haven’t exactly been modest around them, but clearly, neither of them expected me to say something like this so directly.
At least not in a moment like now, mid escape, mid trauma, mid “maybe we’re all about to die.”
Well, there’s no time for shock.
“I mean it,” I add, swallowing. My throat is suddenly too dry, like I’ve swallowed sanding paper. “I need you to fuck me. Fast. There’s no time left to lose.”
Cassian blinks once. Just once.
Then his whole body shifts, like something mechanical switching back on. Or maybe like a soldier receiving orders from God.
If that god was me.
Either way, he moves instantly, and my heart skips at how ready he is.
“Stop the car, Nathaniel,” he says.
Nathaniel turns the wheel smoothly and pulls off the road, guiding the car beneath the cover of trees. The tires crunch against the gravel shoulder, and then everything goes still—except for the chaos inside my chest.
Talon is still half-turned in his seat.
“Are you serious?” he asks. “I mean, I’m the last person to turn down sex, but you want to do that here…?”
“Shut up, Talon,” Cassian growls. “There’s nothing for you to turn down. Skye didn’t ask you for anything.”
Talon tips his head slightly to the side, watching me through those sharp, wicked lashes of his.
“Oh, I heard Skye just fine,” he says, lips curving. “But if power’s what she’s after, the more of us, the better.”
Cassian stiffens beside me.
So do I.
Is that true?
I haven’t thought about it.
I glance at Nathaniel in the rearview mirror. His eyes haven’t left mine. When he raises his brows, the thought clicks into place.
He’s thinking it too.
That fucking them all might be more powerful than fucking just one.
The car falls silent. Only the sound of our breath, my heartbeat, the low hum of the engine still idling.
ButIdon’t have time to think.
I’ve wanted these men since the moment I realized I could feel touch again. And reason be damned, I want them now.
If the universe decided my power comes from pleasure, from intensity, from sex—
Then so be it.
I draw in a breath, barely able to feel my lungs. My whole body is tense, burning, desperate.
“It could work,” I say quietly, swallowing hard.
