“I want you inside me,” I say, holding his gaze. “Now.”
Then I glance at Nathaniel. He hasn’t moved, belt undone, one hand flexing once around my ankle. “And I want your fingers in my mouth. Touch yourself.”
Finally, I turn to Talon. His grin is gone for the first time since the car stopped. His eyes are darker now. Hungrier.
“You,” I tell him, “get under me.”
Talon blinks, then the smile returns, slow, crooked, wicked. “Nowthat’sa tactical order.”
Cassian growls something obscene and yanks down his pants with one hand, the other still fisted in my hair like a leash. Talon scrambles through the mess of seatbelts and bootlaces, positioning himself beneath me across the flattened back seat. He grabs my hips without hesitation, pulling me until I’m straddling his chest, ass pressed against him.
Nathaniel leans in. His fingers find my face and brush against my lips like a command.
“Open,” he says.
I do.
Cassian is already lining up, one hand braced on the seat, the other guiding his cock between my thighs. The moment he findsme, wet and ready, he pushes in with one long stroke that knocks the breath from my lungs and sends a jolt through my entire body.
God, he’s thick.
Thicker than I expected. And Ididexpect. Every inch forces my body to stretch, to adjust, to take him in. But it’s not pain. It’s heat. Pressure. And something deeper curling in my gut—satisfaction, dark and complete.
Nathaniel slides two fingers into my mouth, and I moan around them just as Cassian bottoms out.
“Fuck,” he breathes, forehead pressed to mine. “Skye.”
The way he says my name doesn’t match how he’s moving. It sounds like a prayer. Soft. Reverent.
Talon laughs beneath me. “Told you. He’d worship you, Little Grim.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Cassian growls, pulling back and thrusting in again. “Don’t remind me you’re here.”
He finds a brutal rhythm fast. Maybe it’s because he knows we’re short on time. Maybe it’s the others watching. Or maybe it’s just the way I sound, the urgency in my moans when he moves faster. Whatever it is, the moment his pace changes, my powers ignite.
It’s like lightning detonates in my spine. Wild. Unstable. Hungry for more.
Talon feels it. I know he does, because his hands, once teasing, suddenly grip my breasts hard. His mouth returns to my neck, and then he starts whispering something filthy—words I can’t even process.
Nathaniel’s fingers press deeper into my mouth, controlling my breath and keeping me grounded. His other hand strokes the side of my throat, leaving me completely at his mercy.
And fuck, the powers just keep building.
My thighs begin to tremble. I grind against Cassian’s thrusts, helpless to stop. The rhythm, the pressure, the fact that I’m being seen, and filled by all three men at once, it charges me like a battery hooked to a storm.
“You like it?” Cassian pants, voice raw and primal. “Use your words, Skye.”
I nod around Nathaniel’s fingers.
He pulls them out just enough to let me speak, and I gasp, “Yes.”
Cassian’s eyes darken. He grabs my hips with both hands. Talon steadies me, one hand dropping to my waist as I bounce between them, completely ruined and loving every second.
Nathaniel strokes my jaw with those same fingers, slick from my mouth.
“Take what you need, Skye.”
And I do.
