Then at Cassian’s eyes, dark and blazing and barely containing the need rolling off him like heat from a fire.
God help me.
“…fine,” I say, breath trembling.
Talon’s grin breaks across his face like the sun exploding. Pure predatory delight.
He grabs my hand, hot and sure around my wrist, and yanks me into him with an eagerness that steals my breath.
I don’t fight it.
I can’t.
The temptation is too damn strong.
He lifts me into his arms and scoops me sideways, one arm braced under my thighs, the other behind my back, turning my entire body toward Cassian like an offering. My spine arches, mybreath stutters, my arm curls around Talon’s neck without me even telling it to.
The world tilts. My legs dangle for a heartbeat.
Then Cassian steps in.
Immediately.
His hands land on my hips—big, rough, claiming—then slide down to my thighs, fingers digging in.
My legs wrap around Cassian’s hips on pure instinct, my pussy brushing the hardness straining against his pants.
Talon’s chest presses into my back.
I’m sandwiched between them—
completely suspended, completely held—
“Talon… Cassian…” I gasp, but I don’t even know what I’m asking for.
Talon’s mouth brushes my ear. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ve got you.”
Cassian’s hands drop immediately to my pants, fumbling, cursing under his breath as he drags them down. Talon helps him, their hands overlapping on my thighs, on my ass, on the waistband. There are hot palms everywhere. It’s messy and rough and so damn desperate it makes my breath seize.
Somehow, they manage to slide my pants down. They don’t even take them off completely. One ankle is still caught on me, dangling above the grimy tiles. But I’m already bare from the waist down, pussy exposed, swollen, slick, and they both take a moment just to look at it.
And fuck, they like what they see.
Cassian’s breath stutters against my throat, hot and shaky, like he’s trying not to lose it already.
Talon palms my ass, squeezing hard, then drags his fingers down, but by bit, until he reaches the mess between my legs. He spreads me with his fingertips.
“Jesus,” he mutters. “You’re fucking soaking.”
“Shut up,” I breathe.
“Never,” Talon whispers, just before Cassian pushes two thick fingers straight inside.
My head snaps back against Talon’s shoulder, a raw, broken sound tearing out of me before I can swallow it.
“Fuck,” I gasp, knees nearly giving out.
Cassian gives a low, humorless laugh. “Say my name instead.”
