His fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head exactly how he wants it. His tongue slides in without waiting for more permission. Something inside him has broken loose. Something that used to hold him back. Now it’s letting him devour me completely.
And that’s exactly what he does.
He pours all that intensity into me, flooding my veins with heat. With every flick of his tongue, I’m burning hotter.
I barely register Talon moving in behind him. But then I feel his fingers as they glide up my side, snag on the hem of my shirt, and start to pull it up.
Cassian pulls back just enough to growl against my lips, “Especially if he’s too much.”
“Mhm,” I murmur.
Little does Cassian know, none of this is too much.
At least, not yet.
Because the way Talon touches me? This won’t be a surge. It’ll be a goddamn detonation.
I know it already.
His palms slide higher, dragging my shirt over my head, slow enough to savor it, fast enough to mean it. The fabric snags at my elbows before he helps peel it off, tossing it somewhere into the dark.
I’m bare to the waist now, nipples hard and aching just from the way they’re looking at me.
Cassian exhales, low and sharp, like it almost hurts.
He’s still gripping my jaw, still holding me close. His eyes drop to my chest, and that’s when Talon moves again.
He leans in from behind, one knee on the seat, and presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my throat. His hand curves under my breast, lifts it slightly, and his thumb brushes over my nipple.
I gasp, my whole body jolting from the spark that shoots between my legs.
Cassian doesn’t like that.
His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back—not cruel, but firm enough to make it clear he’s not used to sharing. Not like this.
“Fucking hell, Skye,” he growls. “Is this really what you want?”
“Yes,” I breathe, helpless, shameless. “Yes, Cassian.”
For the power. For the moment. For the way Talon’s mouth teases my neck while Cassian grips my hair like he owns me. The contrast of it all. One is discipline and steel, the other chaos and grin. And me? I can’t help but love it.
Nathaniel shifts beneath me. I glance down. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his whole body wound tight. His tongue flicks over the piercing in his lip like he’s barely holding it together.
A rare sight.
He’s always in control. Always composed. But now, he looks like someone else entirely.
His eyes dart over everything.
My body. Cassian’s hand in my hair. Talon’s mouth on my neck. The way my chest rises and falls as I pant like I’ve lost my mind.
I can’t tell if he loves it or hates it.
Either way, he’s falling apart.
His fingers slide up my calves again. He’s still in the front seat, but it doesn’t matter anymore. The car feels like a blur. No front, no back. Just heat and motion. Talon’s hand slips between my thighs, keeping Nathaniel at a distance, and Nathaniel’s brows pull together like he doesn’t like it.
But then Talon’s fingers slip beneath my waistband and find my clit. Everything shifts.
