“Oh, it’s really good,” I gasp, writhing between them. “Really fucking good..”
“That’s right,” Nathaniel says. “Take it all in.”
“She’s taking it,” Talon breathes. “Such good pussy. Driving me fucking insane.”
He bites down on the side of my neck, just hard enough to leave a mark.
“You’re sensational,” he adds. “You know that?”
I don’t. But I believe him. For the first time, I believe I might be. Because this intensity, there’s no way it’s one-sided.
I moan, loud and raw, as he slams up into me again, deeper than before. The wet sound of him inside me fills the car, tangled with my ragged breathing and the obscene squelch of Nathaniel’s fingers on my clit.
I’m unraveling again.
But it’s different this time. More chaotic. Cassian was power. Control. Worship.
Talon is reckless pleasure. Anarchy.
And Nathaniel? He’s the fuse.
His fingers change everything. They sharpen every nerve, make me helpless to the pleasure winding tighter and tighter inside me.
And then I crash.
Another orgasm rips through me. It’s violent and consuming and shaking me apart at the seams.
My power bursts out again.
This time, it’s a flashbang. A single, explosive detonation that sucks the air from the car for a moment and makes the engine sputter.
Talon curses loudly and spills inside me, thrusting up hard and deep as he shudders with it.
I collapse against his chest, spent and shaking, arms barely working, legs numb. Every inch of me feels electric, like a lightning storm is trapped just beneath my skin, looking for a way out.
We stay like that for a long moment. Just breathing.
I try to remember my name.
My pulse is thunder. My bones buzz. I don’t know if I’m trembling from the orgasm or the power. And when I finally lift my head, it feels like surfacing from deep water.
“I think…” I whisper, my voice rasping. “I think this will suffice.”
I find Nathaniel watching me. His gaze is unreadable, but there’s something glowing in the depths. Something wild.
I want him. Desperately. Almost painfully.
But I can’t.
I’m too full of storm and ruin, too undone.
And he seems to know it. He just nods, his expression soft, and reaches out to help me sit upright.
“You ready to go save that kid?” he asks.
And god help me, I am.
I’ve never felt stronger.
