“There will be nothing to regret,” he whispers against my ear. “Nothing.”
“There will—oh, there will be…”
“No.”
His eyes flick to the door, to where Mark is tied and waiting. He pulls out so fast my knees buckle, and he catches me by the waist, hauling me toward the door.
“Nathaniel—“ I gasp, stumbling as he shoves it open.
Inside, Cassian sits on the far bed, cleaning a knife. Mark is tied on the floor. His eyes go wide, locking on us instantly.
Talon isn’t there.
The bathroom light glows faintly behind the half-closed door. A shadow shifts inside.
Nathaniel pins me against the wall beside the doorway, lifts my thigh high around his hip, and sinks into me again, a thrust that steals my breath.
Cassian’s head snaps up, but Nathaniel doesn’t even glance at him. My head falls back, eyes fluttering open just enough to meet Cassian’s.
He’s already hard.
Already breathing too shallowly.
“Nathaniel—“ I breathe, but I don’t even know what I’m asking for.
Nathaniel drives deeper, then grinds slowly. Slow enough to make my legs tremble violently.
Mark makes a sound behind the tape over his mouth.
Nathaniel smirks without looking at him.
My pussy clenches around him.
I’m panting, shaking, coming apart already.
Cassian’s chair scrapes the floor.
His hand slips under the waistband of his pants.
His breathing breaks into a low, shaky groan.
“Skye…” he whispers. “Fuck…”
Nathaniel licks the corner of my mouth, a slow, heated drag that sends another shiver through me. I didn’t even realize a single tear fell from my eye.
“Tell him,” he murmurs. “Tell Cassian how good this feels.”
My mind shatters in a rush of heat.
“C-Cassian—“ I gasp, my voice cracking. “It feels… so fucking good—”
Cassian’s head drops forward, his hand moving faster.
“For me, too,” Nathaniel gasps. “Every moment you’re here… it feels just like this.”
My orgasm builds too fast.
“Nathaniel—I’m—“
