The orgasm hits like a blast. Just like I knew it would.
But it’s not only my body that convulses. It’s everything. A wave of energy surges from my chest, vibrating the air around us. The car windows fog up and rattle. Static crackles like ozone tearing through the atmosphere.
Cassian curses, slamming into me one last time with a strangled sound. Talon groans beneath me, his fingers digging into my hips like he’s barely holding back.
Nathaniel gets shoved aside and has to force himself back into place, fast.
It works.
I work.
And it’s not over yet.
Cassian leans forward, breathing hard against my ear, one of his hands braced beside my head. He’s still inside me, unmoving now, but his whole body is tense. His jaw presses to my shoulder, and I can feel the internal war raging through him.
“I should stop,” he mutters, like it costs him everything to admit it.
“You should,” Talon says from beneath me, his voice already dark with want. “Because it’s my fucking turn.”
Cassian growls low. He really hates sharing. But he doesn’t argue.
Instead, he pulls back slowly, slipping out of me with a wet sound that leaves me gasping, empty, twitching. He shifts back on his heels, his hands trailing over my hips like he doesn’t want to let go.
Talon doesn’t wait.
His hands clamp around my waist and drag me down onto him, his chest, his stomach, his hips. I can feel how hard he is, how long he’s been waiting. He grips the base of his cock with one hand, gives it a slow stroke, then lines it up and presses the tip against my entrance.
“You ready, Little Grim?” he murmurs. “Still buzzing?”
“I’m—”
I don’t get the words out. He pushes inside.
He slides in all at once, like he wants to jolt something loose in me. And maybe he does, because I cry out, half-shocked, half-ecstatic, my hands scrabbling at the leather seat as he fills me.
He’s not as thick as Cassian, but he’s longer. The stretch hits differently—sharper, deeper. His angle is cruelly perfect. He’s still reclined, so every thrust grinds against a new nerve, lighting me up from the inside.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe.
“That’s the right idea,” Talon says, breathless.
His hands clamp around my thighs, pulling me down harder with every movement, making sure I take all of him.
Cassian stays close. His hand grips the seat. He doesn’t interfere, but his gaze is locked on every movement, eyes dark, chest rising hard with every breath.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
Talon’s rhythm turns filthy, less control, more force. He’s driving up into me now, and I’m moving with it, riding him like it’s all I know.
Nathaniel leans forward and slides two fingers between my thighs, right to my clit.
The second he touches me, it’s nearly too much.
His touch isprecise. That’s the only way to describe it. He knows exactly what he’s doing, no fumbling, no searching. Just… straight to the spot, like a machine.
“Try to hold still, Skye,” Nathaniel murmurs. “It will feel better this way.”
Easier said than done. I can’t control my body anymore. But Cassian comes to help, holding me down against Talon’s ruthless thrusts.
