“I never forgot,” I protest, kissing her nose. “I just found better priorities.”
Silas's hand slides down my back. “Speaking of priorities...” His voice drops to that rough register that makes my pulse race. “Nova had an interesting idea.”
I look between them, noting the way Nova bites her lower lip—her tell when she's nervous or aroused. Usually both. “What kind of idea?”
“Well,” she begins, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest, “we've done a lot of exploring these past few weeks...”
“A lot,” Silas agrees with a wicked grin.
“But there's something I've been thinking about. Something I dreamed about last night.” She meets my eyes directly. “I want to watch you fuck Silas.”
My cock jerks at her words, already hard length growing impossibly harder. The image she paints sends fire straight through my veins—Silas underneath me, Nova watching us with those green eyes dark with want.
“You want me to top?” I ask, surprised by how much the idea appeals to me.
Silas's smile is sharp, predatory. “Think you can handle it, Agent Coleman?”
The challenge in his voice makes my dick harder than I believed possible. Over the past weeks, Silas has been the dominant one in most of our encounters—the one who orchestrates our pleasure, who controls the pace and positioning. But watching him now, seeing the heat in his eyes at Nova's suggestion, I realize he wants this too.
“Oh, I can handle it,” I tell him, rolling over until I'm straddling his hips. “Question is whether you can.”
His laugh is dark. “Guess we'll find out.”
Nova sits up against the headboard, making no attempt to hide her arousal as she watches us. Her hands roam over her own body, tweaking her nipples through the thin tank top she wore to bed.
“This is already so hot,” she breathes. “You two together... God, I'm so wet just thinking about it.”
I lean down to capture Silas's mouth, pouring weeks of want and newfound dominance into the kiss. He responds immediately, his hands fisting in my hair, but I don't let him take control. Instead, I pin his wrists above his head and deepen the kiss until we're both breathing hard.
“Stay,” I command when I pull back.
His pupils dilate at the authoritative tone. “Yes, sir.”
The title sends electricity shooting through my nervous system. I've never had anyone call me that in bed before—never wanted the kind of control it implies. But with Silas, with Nova watching us like we're the most erotic thing she's ever seen, it feels right.
I release his wrists and trail my mouth down his throat, tasting salt and that masculine scent that's purely him. His tattoos provide a roadmap as I work lower, following the dark ink across his chest and abs.
“Teddy,” he groans when I bite down on his nipple. “Fuck, that's good.”
“We're just getting started.” I reach for the lube on the nightstand—a permanent fixture now—and squeeze some onto my fingers. “Nova, come help me stretch him out.”
She moves eagerly, positioning herself beside us. “What do you want me to do?”
“Kiss him,” I instruct, working one slick finger inside Silas. “Keep him distracted while I get him ready.”
Nova captures his mouth while I work my finger deeper, searching for that spot that will make him fall apart. When I find his prostate, his whole body jerks upward, a broken sound escaping into Nova's mouth.
“Found it,” I murmur with satisfaction.
I add a second finger, stretching him carefully while Nova alternates between kissing him and whispering filthy encouragement in his ear. Silas is usually so controlled, so composed, but watching him come undone under our combined attention is intoxicating.
“More,” he gasps against Nova's lips. “I can take more.”
I add a third finger, scissoring them to stretch him wider. “So greedy. You love having your ass played with, don't you?”
“Yes,” he admits without shame. “Love it when you touch me there.”
Nova pulls back to watch his face as I work him open, her own breathing growing ragged. “Look how pretty you are, taking Teddy's fingers. Such a good boy.”
