FIFTY-EIGHT
TRISTAN
She tenses, turning her head just enough to confirm what I've said.
I slow my pace, teasing her with my cock, giving her time to decide her next move.
She doesn't know my friends well yet. Not for this kind of fun, so I expect her to pull away, retreat into the version of herself Calder tried to create.
Instead, her eyes find mine again.
"I like it."
"Yeah?" I lean in, sucking her lip between my teeth.
"Yeah…no more being invisible."
I stop moving, seated fully inside her. My cock twitches, but I cup her face, tilting her chin up as I stare into those beautiful blues.
"You are and have always been the most visible thing in any room. You're a fucking supernova, Keira. Let the whole world watch. I don't care who sees, I’ll worship you in front of everyone. I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel invisible again."
She yanks me in for a crushing kiss, and it feels like the beginning of forever.
Then she rolls her hips against me, demanding. "Stop being sweet and fuck me, Tristan."
A dark laugh escapes me, and I give her exactly what she wants. I inch out of her slowly, watching her squirm before slamming back into her.
My eyes never leave her face.
I want to see everything. Every gasp. Every flutter of her lashes. Every moment she loses herself to what we are.
When her head starts to turn toward our audience, my hand finds her throat.
"Eyes on me, Red. Only me."
Her fingers wrap around my wrist. "Only ever you."
"That's right." I snap my hips harder, deeper, chasing something that feels bigger than release. "You're mine. You've been mine since London. Before London. Since whatever cosmic accident decided I'd spend the rest of my fucking life obsessed with a woman I hadn't even met yet."
"Yours." The word breaks apart on her lips. "I'm yours."
"Say it again."
"I'm yours."
"Louder."
"I'M YOURS."
The scream tears out of her, echoing through the warehouse like the final nail in Calder's coffin.
Marco joins the party, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching us from the shadows. And by the doorway, Aaron has one hand buried beneath Cat's dress, the other clamped over her mouth to muffle the sounds she's making.
My people. My family. All of us fucked up in the exact same ways.
I glance at Calder. He's watching too. Barely clinging to consciousness, but his eyes are fixed on us.
Would you look at that…we've become the main event.
