Chapter 17 The Present #2
He’s always in control. Always composed. But now, he looks like someone else entirely.
His eyes dart over everything.
My body. Cassian’s hand in my hair. Talon’s mouth on my neck. The way my chest rises and falls as I pant like I’ve lost my mind.
I can’t tell if he loves it or hates it.
Either way, he’s falling apart.
His fingers slide up my calves again. He’s still in the front seat, but it doesn’t matter anymore. The car feels like a blur. No front, no back. Just heat and motion. Talon’s hand slips between my thighs, keeping Nathaniel at a distance, and Nathaniel’s brows pull together like he doesn’t like it.
But then Talon’s fingers slip beneath my waistband and find my clit. Everything shifts.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, tilting my hips to give him better access. “Yes. Please.”
Talon licks his lips and obliges. Nathaniel’s expression smooths, as if all is forgiven. And Cassian—
Cassian’s hand in my hair tightens. His other hand fists the leather beside my hip, like he’s holding himself back from shoving Talon across the damn car.
Instead he growls.
“Look at me while he touches you, Skye. Don’t look away. Don’t look at him.”
God, he’s so close. Like he wants to erase everyone else from the car. Like he wants me completely to himself.
And yet, all he can do is share me. He watches with a dark, possessive gaze as Talon’s fingers dip lower and find where I’m soaked. He watches as the other killer in this car drags his tongue across my pulse, making me moan.
“She doesn’t need to look at me to show how much she wants this,” Talon breathes. “She’s dripping, Cass. Coating my fingers like she was made for it.”
Yes. I’m so wet I don’t need any more warmup. And more than that, I can feel the power building inside me. It hums thick and electric, like the air before a storm. It crackles across my skin with every breath, every movement.
And that’s only the beginning.
Nathaniel shifts. I glance down. He’s unbuckling.
“We’ll need to coordinate,” he says. “We don’t have much time.”
“You’re thinking logistics when there’s a writhing woman in front of you?” Talon laughs against my shoulder. “You’re so fucking lame, man.”
“Shut up,” Nathaniel says, and I shudder. That voice... It’s hot enough to unravel me alone. “Fast is what Skye wants. Isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “God, yes. I want it. Fast.”
Cassian’s mouth crashes back onto mine, sudden and rough. His tongue thrusts deep while Talon picks up the pace between my legs. His fingers slide in and out, curling on the way out, slick with me.
“Let’s…” I breathe against Cassian’s mouth. “Stop the foreplay. I’m ready.”
Talon drags his fingers up to my clit, circling it with figure-eights that make my eyes roll back.
“Come on, Little Grim,” he whispers. “Don’t be like that.”
It’s not fair. None of this is fair. This is supposed to be a power ritual. A surge. A tactical charge-up before a mission. I need to save that kid. I know that.
But leave it to Talon to make it feel like foreplay on Olympus.
If only I wasn’t so turned on...
“It’s not me,” I pant, writhing beneath his fingers. “It’s you.”
Cassian bites my lower lip. “Then tell us how you want it. Say it.”
Talon’s fingers pause, just a breath, and the world seems to still with them.
He’s waiting.
He wants me to lead.
To take what I want.
Shit.
I meet Cassian’s mismatched eyes, one sharp and green, the other pale and clouded like summer haze, and let out a shaky breath. There’s no shame left in me. No hesitation. Just heat. Just need.
“I want you inside me,” I say, holding his gaze. “Now.”
Then I glance at Nathaniel. He hasn’t moved, belt undone, one hand flexing once around my ankle. “And I want your fingers in my mouth. Touch yourself.”
Finally, I turn to Talon. His grin is gone for the first time since the car stopped. His eyes are darker now. Hungrier.
“You,” I tell him, “get under me.”
Talon blinks, then the smile returns, slow, crooked, wicked. “Now that’s a tactical order.”
Cassian growls something obscene and yanks down his pants with one hand, the other still fisted in my hair like a leash.
Talon scrambles through the mess of seatbelts and bootlaces, positioning himself beneath me across the flattened back seat.
He grabs my hips without hesitation, pulling me until I’m straddling his chest, ass pressed against him.
Nathaniel leans in. His fingers find my face and brush against my lips like a command.
“Open,” he says.
I do.
Cassian is already lining up, one hand braced on the seat, the other guiding his cock between my thighs. The moment he finds me, wet and ready, he pushes in with one long stroke that knocks the breath from my lungs and sends a jolt through my entire body.
God, he’s thick.
Thicker than I expected. And I did expect. Every inch forces my body to stretch, to adjust, to take him in. But it’s not pain. It’s heat. Pressure. And something deeper curling in my gut—satisfaction, dark and complete.
Nathaniel slides two fingers into my mouth, and I moan around them just as Cassian bottoms out.
“Fuck,” he breathes, forehead pressed to mine. “Skye.”
The way he says my name doesn’t match how he’s moving. It sounds like a prayer. Soft. Reverent.
Talon laughs beneath me. “Told you. He’d worship you, Little Grim.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Cassian growls, pulling back and thrusting in again. “Don’t remind me you’re here.”
He finds a brutal rhythm fast. Maybe it’s because he knows we’re short on time. Maybe it’s the others watching. Or maybe it’s just the way I sound, the urgency in my moans when he moves faster. Whatever it is, the moment his pace changes, my powers ignite.
It’s like lightning detonates in my spine. Wild. Unstable. Hungry for more.
Talon feels it. I know he does, because his hands, once teasing, suddenly grip my breasts hard. His mouth returns to my neck, and then he starts whispering something filthy—words I can’t even process.
Nathaniel’s fingers press deeper into my mouth, controlling my breath and keeping me grounded. His other hand strokes the side of my throat, leaving me completely at his mercy.
And fuck, the powers just keep building.
My thighs begin to tremble. I grind against Cassian’s thrusts, helpless to stop. The rhythm, the pressure, the fact that I’m being seen, and filled by all three men at once, it charges me like a battery hooked to a storm.
“You like it?” Cassian pants, voice raw and primal. “Use your words, Skye.”
I nod around Nathaniel’s fingers.
He pulls them out just enough to let me speak, and I gasp, “Yes.”
Cassian’s eyes darken. He grabs my hips with both hands. Talon steadies me, one hand dropping to my waist as I bounce between them, completely ruined and loving every second.
Nathaniel strokes my jaw with those same fingers, slick from my mouth.
“Take what you need, Skye.”
And I do.
The orgasm hits like a blast. Just like I knew it would.
But it’s not only my body that convulses. It’s everything. A wave of energy surges from my chest, vibrating the air around us. The car windows fog up and rattle. Static crackles like ozone tearing through the atmosphere.
Cassian curses, slamming into me one last time with a strangled sound. Talon groans beneath me, his fingers digging into my hips like he’s barely holding back.
Nathaniel gets shoved aside and has to force himself back into place, fast.
It works.
I work.
And it’s not over yet.
Cassian leans forward, breathing hard against my ear, one of his hands braced beside my head. He’s still inside me, unmoving now, but his whole body is tense. His jaw presses to my shoulder, and I can feel the internal war raging through him.
“I should stop,” he mutters, like it costs him everything to admit it.
“You should,” Talon says from beneath me, his voice already dark with want. “Because it’s my fucking turn.”
Cassian growls low. He really hates sharing. But he doesn’t argue.
Instead, he pulls back slowly, slipping out of me with a wet sound that leaves me gasping, empty, twitching. He shifts back on his heels, his hands trailing over my hips like he doesn’t want to let go.
Talon doesn’t wait.
His hands clamp around my waist and drag me down onto him, his chest, his stomach, his hips. I can feel how hard he is, how long he’s been waiting. He grips the base of his cock with one hand, gives it a slow stroke, then lines it up and presses the tip against my entrance.
“You ready, Little Grim?” he murmurs. “Still buzzing?”
“I’m—”
I don’t get the words out. He pushes inside.
He slides in all at once, like he wants to jolt something loose in me. And maybe he does, because I cry out, half-shocked, half-ecstatic, my hands scrabbling at the leather seat as he fills me.
He’s not as thick as Cassian, but he’s longer. The stretch hits differently—sharper, deeper. His angle is cruelly perfect. He’s still reclined, so every thrust grinds against a new nerve, lighting me up from the inside.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe.
“That’s the right idea,” Talon says, breathless.
His hands clamp around my thighs, pulling me down harder with every movement, making sure I take all of him.
Cassian stays close. His hand grips the seat. He doesn’t interfere, but his gaze is locked on every movement, eyes dark, chest rising hard with every breath.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
Talon’s rhythm turns filthy, less control, more force. He’s driving up into me now, and I’m moving with it, riding him like it’s all I know.
Nathaniel leans forward and slides two fingers between my thighs, right to my clit.
The second he touches me, it’s nearly too much.
His touch is precise. That’s the only way to describe it. He knows exactly what he’s doing, no fumbling, no searching. Just… straight to the spot, like a machine.
“Try to hold still, Skye,” Nathaniel murmurs. “It will feel better this way.”
Easier said than done. I can’t control my body anymore. But Cassian comes to help, holding me down against Talon’s ruthless thrusts.
“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.